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Jane

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"I bought roses today- tall proud ladies in pink, that shed no tears, that know no fear, only the beauty of God's hand. These ladies comfort me in a world changed forever in a twinkling of shattered gl..."

"A basketful of fall overflowing with red and gold, a shawl of diamond snow, and never feel the cold, a necklace of spring, a ring of summer's glow, to take along earth's seasons when it's my time to g..."

"How long will the journey take?It will take seasons,and seasons of changeWill there be smiles or painful heartache?Whatever you, and the fates arrangeWhat scenery on the way will unfold?Meadows of sun..."

"Oh,love that will not let me go, emblazoned on my heart since the toy soldiers vied, and a Steiff was at my side, tenacious through storms of disbelief, sophisticated reasoning, and cold indifference...."

"Determined tides of orange summers lap at the years,frothy with yesterdays' moons, while feet of feathers make footprints on a cloud. Seamed leather skin tanned by time,clings taut over bones, and shr..."

"To be brainwashed by those timbers crossed, with promises of crystal chimes, to see again those long lost, and gather back old times, would make Heaven gold, as the legions have told who had vision..."

"They must have smelled it in New York, certainly in Washington DC, the stench of burning flesh that roiled the clouds,and fouled the trees day, after day month after month, year after year. They mu..."

"The Cardinal seeks in deepening snow, seeds that winter cannot grow, his vibrant plumes of brilliant red recalls blood that does not flow. A winged clot, he comes to call at the feeder in winter's pa..."

"I fingered the petals,one by one until the velvet wings floated softly to the floor, only stem and heart remained for me to explore. I stroked the cross fervently, in search of buried faith, the body..."

"A little piece of me is gone, imperceptible  to the eye; its absence yields a greater heft than that of flesh and bone. The minus mutes music's lilt, and pales the garden leaf as days cascade into one..."

"There's magicin Linden's woodswhere tomorrowis the past,and the pastbecomes tomorrow;a closed circuitof dreams come true,again and again,round and round,until the heartbecomes giddywith the beautyof i..."

"There's something golden about late afternoon, When the birds and the squirrels calm down, And Grampa returns from hunting coon, While Mama sews lace on sister's gown. When the birds and the squirrel..."

"Christmas lights and wreaths lighten hearts in homes and streets, while carolers sing the Holy songs, as a heart secretly longs for one in the dark, alone, deep in the earth, away from the mirth, unde..."

"The lad marched toy soldiers up and down the counterpane in sham battles and skirmishes- indoor games for a day of rain. Pretend guns rat-a-tat amid the cannon's boom, bloodless, deathless victories r..."

"Push the button, and morphine soldiers chase the pain asunder, while on the walls pink flowers dance, long stems tapping, and twirling to an unheard song from far away. Walls undulate in another worl..."

"Christ comes in rem, His light crowding the eyeballs while he stands as if to heal an old shell's cracks and bruises to make it whole again, but he slowly rises from rem, without a touch so promised,..."

"On that island in the Scottish sea, gulls and heather accompanied me, as a faint bagpipe's refrain played the march of kilts again heeding the call of a Thane. Celtic crosses in a row mark the place..."

"Did we laugh as much as my heart remembers, and slay nights' dragons with tomorrow in our arms? A love warm enough to shame the sun, as it bound us soul to soul, with rumors of Heaven. Written Febru..."

"Question no more dear, about my new abode, the brooks,the mountains, or the golden road for I am far now- farther than what the eyes behold, beyond the horizon where the sun dips. I can reply no more ..."

"Say farewell slowly like April crawls into summer, or molasses pours from a bottle, speak yet of roses, and sunsets,wearing your old gold baubles that jingle to a halted stride. Sport the bright red l..."

"I remember ragtime music under the stars, boater hats, and vintage cars, and all that razza-ma-tazz. A tall handsome mister, a cute ardent miss, lips close enough to kiss, and all that razza-ma-tazz...."

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