VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
June 22

"Our Lord God Is More"

He means so much to me my Lord
He who breathed life into our beings
He who created us from dust
He is the only in this life we can trust

He means more to me than my favorite
Things like sunshine and birds
He means more to me than well-written words

He means more to me than life itself
For to know him is so sweet
He means so much to me I would
Fall down to worship him at his feet

To tell of my love for him I could never do
But he is more to me than anything in this life
Friend can you tell me what he means to you?

- ©Copyright Becky LaPrarie 2003 -


"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work."
- Thomas A. Edison -


"To play it safe is not to play."
- Robert Altman -


a sign, a letter, a word, a wish of mine


how can something as small as a bit of pollen, dust or other unseen thing cause so much pressure and pain


the sun and the moon come visiting, spying into my world, although neither wants to lend it's light to the darkness of my days. Nor share their warmth and tender touch, they slip in and out of my thoughts, haunting me teasing me, searching for god knows what.


Shared moments
Laughter and Joy

Mine but for this time
Mine to cherish forever


Aunt Flo
someone you love to see go
came again
a curse to all men


I said it wrong,
or was it misinterpreted?
I never meant the meaning perceived
hoping that my love was received


He called my name once again
I could not turn
I wanted to

I know that now will never be
he will always go to she
I offered all I could and almost lost me

Why can't the release be true
Just walk the path as you
Allow me to be blue

New dreams will fail
Maybe not with the same detail
Shall my face always be pale?

The bridge in now burnt
there is no going back
although I look over my shoulder with regret

It is what is right
For who I do not know
She will always hold you not me

For when have I ever been worthy
of the Joys most find in life
Why did I deserve the few moments we had?

I hate the doubting myself
Wondering if my patience wasn't enough
Questioning if I am real


I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's.
- William Blake -