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Finding strength in friendship…

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In the silence
When I can’t hear your voice
I try to imagine the direction
I should look to find you.

I’m not great
With such spacial orientations.
North,  South,  East, West?
They all seem to leave me puzzled.

But somehow, without fail,
I seem to find your heart
Because you are searching
For mine too.

Your soul reaches over
The many obstacles
Which others find daunting
And it finds mine.

I keep thinking
One day your eyes
Would dig too deep
And see unsightly parts of me,

And just like that
Your soul would finally stop
Searching for mine
And disappear into the shadows.

So I try to think of reasons
You shouldn’t look so closely,
But you’re not the superficial type
You live for depth, you’re not afraid.

You don’t mind getting messy
And it amazes me
That you aren’t deterred
By the state of my garden.

You’re willing to help me
Till the stubborn soil
To soften and mulch,
To plant new seeds of love.

Like the seasons
My Spring will soon come.
And hopefully,  those seeds
Will bloom into something wonderful.

So I hope you’ll stick around
To bear witness to your handiwork,
To see how much I’ve grown
Because of you.

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Contents written: April 12 2015 | Originally published: June 19 2016  |  Copyright ©  2016 Moylom Enterprises


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Short Stories

Who knew getting dirty could feel so good?

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“I was a kid. There was dirt. We met and fell in love. The end”

Haha, I love that line!
Falling in love is a beautiful thing – – even if it is with dirt! Loving and appreciating nature and knowing it so intimately is, in my opinion, the way our Creator intended for us to be one with the gifts He so meticulously designed for us to cherish, care for and ultimately enjoy!

Have a great day in the dirt as we welcome Spring ^_^

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GET DIRTY

I’m going to be dirty today.

As a kid, Mama often met me on the back stoop as I came in from playing outside. With a broom in her hand she’d have me slowly turn in a circle while she brushed dirt from my blue jeans. She wasn’t against sweeping my bare legs either if I happened to be wearing shorts.

“Don’t bring that mess in this house.” She’d say. “Did you plan to get dirty?”

Well no. I hadn’t planned to. I was a kid. There was dirt. We met and fell in love. The end.

I remembered that this morning as I thought about where to plant some things in the yard. I still love dirt. Not potting soil in shiny garden-center bags. I don’t care for the sterile smell of plastic and perlite. I love real dirt. Earth.

One of the finest smells of spring is that first whiff of good clean soil. Sealed in by…

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Contents compiled: April 26 2015  |  Copyright 2015  Moylom Enterprises


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Remnants of winter

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Remnants of Winter

Still in the air

The calendar says Spring,

But you are not playing fair.

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Not moving over,

So the others could have a turn,

We received 6 inches of snow!

Why won’t you let go?

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This utter self-centeredness

Has got to stop

Is there something we’re missing?

Let’s have a little talk…

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Let’s explore what’s causing you

To act this way

Then perhaps we can solve

What troubles you today!

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This attention you crave

Is more than we can give

What’s really going on Winter?

Speak, we’re listening…

Please excuse the rant today! Just needed to get that off my chest so I can move on to happier thoughts. Sigh…


Contents written: March 25 2015. Edited March 28, 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


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Stolen glances

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Stolen glances
Two strangers
They coexist intermittently
Taking the same train home.

Stolen glances
No longer
They instead smile Familiarly
Months go by – – it’s a small world.

They sit together now.
They chat, or just ride silently
Reading, writing or listening to music
A familiar face is nice.

The next time they meet
Not on the train
But at the movies
Stolen glances no longer
But a warm embrace.

Image source: Yahoo images (www.canyonranch.com).

 

 

*Originally published March 2015


Contents written: January 7 2015. Edited February 23 & March 14 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises