The two dates
are universally known
to be bookends
etched into a tombstone.
It’s been said
the dash in between
those two dates
means everything.
When all is done,
I hope in my little dash is stored
these words from the good book,
“She did right in the sight of the Lord.”
We are each given
one life to go about and do.
What will your story
hidden that dash say about you?
© 2014 ck’s days
Reality:
1,000 praises
with 1 complaint hidden
in between.
For me:
1,ooo praises hidden
while that 1 complaint
is seen.
© 2014 ck’s days
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I’m not perfect
this I know.
I’m in process –
room to grow.
The right words
I seldom find
the wrong words
come all the time.
Please be patient
with this girl you see
for she is still
learning how to be.
© 2014 ck’s days
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I saw you there,
for just a moment,
before I passed.
You stood by your camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to your family campers.
And for an instant,
a flash,
a thought –
I wonder,
I wonder if
that would have been me
standing by my camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to my family campers.
For just a moment,
I thought I saw
a glimpse
a small peek
into what my life
would have been like
if I would have said
yes
twenty some years ago.
Would I,
could I have been
standing by my camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to my family campers?
But the thought wisped away
like smoke from a dying fire.
If I had said yes,
I reminded myself,
twenty years ago
I probably would still not be
standing by my camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to my family campers.
I would still be alone
driving down this road
because there was no
hesitation twenty years ago
behind the decline –
so why should there be
hesitation now?
I am in the right place.
Oh yeah.
Sometimes I forget
and I long for the day
I’m standing by my camper
in the middle of camp
giving instructions
to my family campers.
© 2014 ck’s days
I didn’t think I could do it.
I thought that I would fail.
To my surprise I did it.
I survived this dreadful tale.
I’m stronger than I thought.
I didn’t even fall.
But now around my heart
I had to build a wall.
I can survive anything.
But what will be the cost?
Is it worth remaining
if my soul is lost?
Is that the toll we pay
just for getting older?
The heart continues beating
but everyday grows colder.
© 2014 ck’s days
The river from the east
flowed down the countryside.
It said,
Born of a spring, I am clean
It takes work
to provide water for all in sight.
The animals drink from me
I give of myself freely.
I try to do the right.
Look at that man
standing all alone.
His head bent, his garment torn.
He stands apart in the shadows.
His hands in shackles, his eyes remain low.
Here comes someone who comes with a key
but it is fake and mocks liberty.
Stay with me.
I thought I could do this on my own
but on second thought, I don’t want to be alone.
Stay with me.
We’re not made to live forever
yes, we know that to be true.
So let me ask a favor
a small request of you –
When the shadows come to claim me
and it’s my time to part
let me live as a memory
inside of your heart. Continue reading
A stranger died today,
he went away. Continue reading
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