Stream of Consciousness? Hmmm:
It rained today, for only a few minutes. I love rain, it never rains enough. If only I could live in England- with my sister. There are such beautiful roses there. I love Turkish delight- it is utterly delightful. I wonder what it would be like to live in Turkey; it's probably really hot. Trench warfare in Turkey in world war one was brutally hot and altogether ineffective- come to think of it. Gallipoli was a total disaster on the side of the Allies. Mel Gibson was a really fast runner in that movie- too bad he wasn't fast enough. Kevin Williams would outrun him any day; he's going to be a world champion for sure! I wish I could run that fast- but flying would be better. I would love to own my own airplane- ah, but if I had wings! I would fly all over the world! How I would love to travel everywhere and see everything from the bird's point of view! How exhilarating! And have the wind go through my hair and to glide so smoothly through the forests and over the seas and diverse terrains! Oh how I miss Africa! Those days of travel and adventure were more than thrilling to all of my senses. How Dad loved us all. I wonder what he might have said to me today- it's an interesting thought. He would wake me in the morning, and we would read the scriptures. He would not carry me down the hall like he used to, but he might reprimand me for making everyone wait. I miss that meaningful but kind scolding. If only it would rain.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Waves roll and beat upon the shore like life
Is rough upon the soul and boats are tossed
In ruthless storms. How withering is strife:
So bold and binding, hence my heart is lost
Among those waves and hope seems far away.
Though when a lighthouse--distantly--I see
What stands to show me happiness: a ray
That pierces through the clouds and strengthens me.
The storm is cleared and truth I find within
Myself: that life without the laughter rends
All vital to oblivion. The din--
While those rushing waves I hear now soothe--ends
My fear. And though some times I must endure,
I'm blessed with joy, such heavenly grandeur!
Sherilyn
Is rough upon the soul and boats are tossed
In ruthless storms. How withering is strife:
So bold and binding, hence my heart is lost
Among those waves and hope seems far away.
Though when a lighthouse--distantly--I see
What stands to show me happiness: a ray
That pierces through the clouds and strengthens me.
The storm is cleared and truth I find within
Myself: that life without the laughter rends
All vital to oblivion. The din--
While those rushing waves I hear now soothe--ends
My fear. And though some times I must endure,
I'm blessed with joy, such heavenly grandeur!
Sherilyn
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