My heart and prayers go out to families, law enforcement, school faculties and community.
#Enough IN-Q says it best…
When it rains”
When it rains it sometimes pours…
If it were raindrops falling on my head I’d find my friend, my companion, my greatest strength near.
If the rain were steady and thunder cast lightning I’d hear his voice whisper subtle in my ear saying “this too shall pass.”
Days of thunder can appear with such madness. Whereas he can be found near with such comfort of warm gentle hands, a hug to keep the storms formation away from one’s demise.
Perhaps God’s will silenced the withering storm as it unsurpassed the pastures left behind unscathed. The storm that could have flooded the earth now surrenders to the sound of harmony under a willow tree from afar.
It is there he sat under this old willow tree looking up into the sky as the clouds lifted. The glimmer of sun shines through the scatter clouds as the storm settled embarked onto another journey.
It is there under this willow tree he rested, waiting, anticipating my arrival from afar left undone, dry in the musk left behind.
I walk this distance from afar and sat next to him with my head leaned into his shoulder. I closed my eyes as he placed his hand gently on mine and said “the storm has passed yet another day.”
I know this guy in a truck name “Gator”.
He drives by often while I’m waiting for bus #9…
I could walk down the street, maybe even pass Gator by.
Without a doubt, I could at least try …
Here comes gator with a grin on his face!
Gazing down at me as he saw me walking towards #9 bus stop.
Gator tossed a dime near me just as he passed me by.
Ten times the amount of penny thoughts he had given me.
Bold as can be gator pulled over and had me on his mind.
Countless times as he spoke I gained insight though his eyes.
Most often when I was waiting for,
He counted down the glory every single time!
How many dimes did he toss, I couldn’t begin to count?
One thing for sure, I could have bought a car with all those dimes!
Why didn’t I save those dimes, instead they junked my car!
Those dimes gator tossed, I tripped over them every single time!
I think someone else bought a new car with gators dimes!!
Instead of picking up those dimes,
I kept walking on by…
Once again Gator saw me waiting for bus #9.
He pulled over next to me and said “now listen”.
He tossed another dime with a flick from his fingers.
I tilted my head high and watched that dime go right on by.
Gator didn’t waste time telling me what was on his mind.
I finally realized why he tossed all those dimes.
Those dimes gator tossed shined with much insight.
With a grin on his face, he knew it every single time.
I said to Gator “Bro, I get it!”
I’m gonna write a note on that bus #9
With a grin on my face, I got into Gators truck while shaking my head back-and-forth.
He said to me,”Let’s get out of here where the road leads elsewhere…”
Copyright © (2013) By Marsha Beede
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Fate has no boundaries. It can be taken or given at any moment in time.
Fate can be patient, harsh or tremendous in deliverance.
Fate isn’t bias, has no strings attached except for what is perhaps a tremendous force of will power passed down from earths natural habitat.
Fate can form its habitual habits within nature by man or living force upon nature.
Fate can be glorious, or rather subtle and perhaps lenient to the eye of the beholder.
Fates boundaries shouldn’t tread lightly through abnormalities within circumstances in such divine ways.
After all, fate is free will through humanity.
Fate is passed down astronomically to future generations in hindsight, perhaps insight in creation of all things.
Fate is how we choose a formality in theory of all things.
Fate may become a way of life; habitual justification, philosophical and/ or spiritual growth.
Fate without just cause in its own unhealthy habitat within humanity may become dubious to envy, power, greed and/or glory.
Fate may at times become punitive, deferential and turbulent on cultures based on the wrath of haste or sometimes without rationale.
However, fate implores humanity not to define fate as a comparison to free will, nor brand insanity within itself.
After all, fate never cease to exist in circumstances beyond existences, nor without creation and life…
Copyright © by Marsha Beede
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Source: “The Rarest Of Truths”