Pat Keene |
You were more then a friend. But we were never lovers. Not related by blood nor water. Just two kindred spirits who happened to meet on Life's road. We
were two lost and lonely souls. Now
the years have taken their toil. The Hawks High above me in the clear blue sky I glanced about and saw. A hawk so majestic and free. Then I heard the mating call And then another hawk joined the first. Mating
season for the hawks. Hawks
are not so different then man. Knowledge Another stumbling block from the past. A stumbling block if you wish But determined to bloom with vigor. Antiquity things, perhaps, but determined to come back. Truth long forgotten is now recovered. A new light which has dawned after a long, long darkness. At the horizon of our knowledge and at peace within our souls. Until the brightness of knowledge competes with the noonday sun. A Solitary Sparrow Once a solitary sparrow was invited to build its nest in a special place. Far above the clouds where I have never been. A place where I long too be but its not my time. Go said the creator and multiply. Raise your babies. Prevail upon your enemies. Those that would delight in destroying you. Go to that far away place. I wish you the best. And may the God of goodness guide you. He who knows all things. |