Spoken & Written Word

Inception of the spoken word has been an outlet for me since I was a child, playing as hard and as long as I could, on soft summer days, so long ago…. I would hear my mother calling… I always wanted to run to her… she was my first love and I’m sure I was hers…. when I was small, she always tricked me into taking a bath, prayed a prayer before she tucked me…. listened of my great adventures, in castles throughout the land, where I would go tomorrow, and where today, I had been…,  rivers I had crossed… high waters I had to swim, and that’s why yes, oh…that’s why…. and how I had torn my jeans again… I saved many damsels in distress…. from Pirates, wild Indians, Cowboys, and giants big as trees…. me and the ragamuffins were the best, we were the best of all of these…. she reached out to tickle me, held me close, we laughed until we cried… she smiled whispering so softly… write each moment down,  each is unique, special and ever so sweet….believe… in listening… for God in each sound… speak kindness to one another… share peace….

Words and pieces can be powerful…. emotions or the lack there of, can move sayings, poems, or songs into another place, wrapping us in loving arms, sending us on a journey into the fullest of lives , captured by love….  pictures we paint, sounds we emulate… dreams of dreamers, still dreaming of becoming the dream… are all gifts given to each of us to share…  so consider each other…. hold fast to love,  open your heart…. sing the sigh of  restoration and release…. God whispers your name… take a moment and listen… speaking to all of man and womankind….  a God… loving you and I…

Visit Jerome Olds on Facebook, become Friends, get involved, explore daily writings of living and learning…. love is the key… unlock the door to your heart…

 

 

I fall short telling her how I feel….. walking by I can’t help but notice her gate… I recognize her laugh in the crowd… her fragrance compliments each garden as she walks there just ahead…. Her wisdom, although unconventional, is a place for me to convene…. I’m in forty years and I still sigh, catching my breath… clueless on becoming one, with the one, that’s been the most beautiful one…. to me…