VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
October 24

"Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God."
- Karl Barth -

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it."
- William Butler Yeats -


I've been so tired lately, and the past few days I've had one of my migraines. I wish they would stop coming, but I guess the pain lets me know that I am alive.


I have some questions that circle my brain, and I wish I could have an answer, a truthful answer good or bad, one that has been considered and thought about before being given, was I just a player in the game to be put back in the box when your use was done. Was I more than I should have been and thus was not good enough to be on the playing field any longer. What was I? What did you want and why did you promise to say good bye face to face when never you have? I want to know if all the words spoken were just a way to get what you wanted, or needed or whatever it was you sought. What was I?


Sunshine, shine your light again upon me, bring me out of the shadow of darkness you left that day in April, that day you promised me it was not the last good-bye. That day where I knew the truth and the denial that was no longer the truth. What did I do to deserve the lie?


I wonder why when I have loved, given all I have to give in myself, that it wasn't enough, in their words not mine, the words spoken said your too good, your not the trouble I am, you deserve better, and then gone, never good-bye in all the times that I have allowed my heart to go, never has there been a good bye, just heart ache and pain and emptiness, is this how it should always be?


Sometimes I question why, why for so many different things. then I sit down and realize it is all part of the plan and I am here for the ride to see what the plan shall be.


Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
- Mark Twain -


Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.
- George Eliot -


treasures inside the words
sunshine from space
smiles and laughter shared
with no face


A chill in the air
Ice upon the windows
shivers and goose bumps


To be always thinking about your manners is not the way to make them good; the very perfection of manners is not to think about yourself.
- Richard Whately -