Gaslight

 

Gaslight 

Let the gaslight warm your welcome.

Come in and shake off the cold.

We are your friends, your family.

We are the ones that love you.

 

Let the gaslight warm your heart.

Let it bring your heart joy to see it.

Let it lighten your sorrows and doubts.

Here are the ones that love you.

 

Travel through the glow and find what you need.

Everything that matters is here to find.

Let us shoulder the burdens, take your worries.

That is our privilege as the ones that love you.

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Under The Dome of Wonder

Under The Dome of Wonder 

What if we were all under a giant dome? Someone greater being than we are would be observing us like ants in a glass case.

Would we amuse them? Would we anger them with our choices? How would they see us? Would it be the same as we see ourselves?

These are questions that can never be answered. Or can they?

It’s a matter of how we see ourselves. We can only make the best choices for ourselves every day. We can’t think of how it looks or the impression that it gives to others. Not everyone will agree with the choices we make so there is no way the greater being can approve of all of them as well.

We are here to live our lives the best we can. We need to be the greater being looking down at our own lives that is the only way we can answer the questions that we have.  

We are our own judge and our own observer under the dome we put ourselves inside.

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Wave

Wave 

Crash upon the shore, Break into pieces

Pull back and retreat only to return again

Be the wave on the sandy shore.

Break the pebbles of life into sandy bits.

Make them small and easy to deal with.

Be the wave on the edge of the ocean of life

Be the steady force Be the elusive power

Crash upon the shore and conquer life itself.

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Home

Home 

There is a place I call home. It is a quiet place that I hold in my heart. The actual place is no longer there but it lingers in my memories.

The brick house was just large enough for family to gather for holidays and days of mourning. Each room was warm and comforting. It brought peace to my heart and joy to my soul.

Outside, I would walk in the beauty of nature. Green grass and wildflowers were a constant in the spring and summer. A small creek hidden among the trees meandered by with a slow leisurely pace to soothe my troubles. I could breathe deeply and release everything that bothered me.

Sometimes in my mind I go back there and walk the paths and watch the stream in my dreams. I would give anything to go back there again and feel the way I did. But it is impossible to go back to something that isn’t there.

It is true you can’t go back to what was. You can only move forward to what is. There are only those things you can carry with you. Things like the comfort of home.

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A Moment of Joy

A Moment of Joy 

Never forget joy. It is the thing that makes all our struggles worth the effort. Joy should be experienced whenever possible and when one is in the deepest darkest places.

Joy is the spark that fuels us. It is the moment when being alive becomes pleasure. it is necessary to complete us and to make our hearts continue to beat.

Do something fun for the sheer joy of it. Make yourself laugh. Lighten the darkness around you. Do it for yourself and do it often.

Don’t forget to give joy to others. Give joy to the ones who love you. Give joy to a complete stranger. Sometimes there is joy in just giving it to others.

Remember the joy.

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Welcome to the Russell

Welcome to the Russell 

The trip has been a long one. The plane was late at the gate. When I finally got on board, I got a headache. Chewing gum did not help; neither did the man snoring behind me.   

I grabbed my bags and hailed a taxi. It was a short trip to the hotel. I got out of the taxi and was greeted by the sight of the grand old hotel

The Doorman smiled as he opened the taxi door. He was smartly dressed. He actually seemed happy to see me. “Welcome to the Russell, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” I replied. I couldn’t help but smile back. It was if his smile was contagious.  

The Porter rushed to take my bags from the boot of the taxi. He smiled at me. “Is this all there is, ma’am?”

“Yes.” I smiled at him too. I couldn’t help it.

“Very good. Welcome to the Russell.” He said as he picked up my bags and put them on his trolley at the top of the steps.

“Thank you.” I said as I walked up the steps.

The Doorman held the door as I entered the lush lobby. Rich velvet seating and exquisitely carved woodwork spoke to the age and greatness of the place. My steps were padded by the thick carpet as I approached the desk to sign in.

The Desk Clerk smiled and asked my name. I gave it without hesitation and smiled back at his cheery face.

“Your room is ready and waiting, ma’am. Welcome to the Russell. We hope to make your stay here enjoyable.” The Desk Clerk said with a smile.

“Thank you I’m sure I will find it so.” I took the old fashioned brass key from him. I looked at it and realized how rare it was to still have a real hotel key in the modern world. I smiled at the thought then back at the desk clerk.

The Porter led me to a lift. An old man was sitting on a stool inside. He was the Operator. He gave me a cheeky grin as he stood and closed the doors. The porter told him the floor and the old man started the apparatus.

When we reached our destination, the old Operator opened the doors tipped his hat at me. “Welcome to the Russell, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” I replied before I followed the Porter to my room.   

The Porter opened the door and put the bags on the stand for me. “If there is anything else ma’am, just give us a ring.”

“I will. Thank you.” I handed him a tip and gave him a smile as he handed me the key.

“Thank you.” He said as he hurried out the door.

I fell on the overstuffed bed and kicked off my shoes. Finally, I felt welcome somewhere if only for a little while.

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Iron Gate

Iron Gate 

Step through the Iron Gate

Walk into the secrets it keeps.

Gaze at the treasures it guards.

Close it tight and stay for a while.

Become one of the secrets it keeps.

Become one of the treasures it guards.

When you are done open it up.

And step through the Iron Gate once more.

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The Sentinel at the Shore

The Sentinel at the Shore 

A lone stone watchtower stood looking out into the moving water. Its only companion was the ring of a stone wall.  Lonely and quiet, it took solemn vigil at the shore.

What tales it could tell, it would never say. To do so would be against the code of the warriors that built it. it would only stand and watch as conquest and conquer came and went. That was its sole duty.

Time would bring down its stones one day but it would never erase the history that the sentinel witnessed. Written or not, the words were its to keep.  

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