What must you be like
Beautiful Failure
When failing to fill the waters
brings about the breech of decay
few moments reveal more
than the beauty of fallen leaves.
A Pastor's Prayer for What's Next
Gone Is The Written Word - A Preview
This post is a preview of next week here at Ragamuffin Ramblings. I have noticed with the frequency of blogging, I rarely pour out on the written pages of my journal. Since I have been been blogging more and more over the course of the last 6-7 years (has it been that long?!?!), I notice less and less physical writing in my journal; a pastime I cannot ever imagine being rid of (I'd likely die inside). So here is a preview of what all my posts next week will look like...
Soar
This is for the wounded birdswhose lives esculate the broken airways over the waves of dispair.
soar
this one is for the growing trees whose leaves breathe deep my exhaust and reach toward the sky to spite
soar
this is for the bedraggled friends whose life is a constant coffee spill staining your shirt in a way...
that? works?
soar
this one is for the hopeless plastic sack whose weightlessness floats aimlessly in simplistic beauty none can match
soar
