Author Archives: Walkingdownvimy

Let’s waste time togetherNo agendaNo purposeSpeaking from the heartMusing in the silenceOne of us speaks, both listenGood listenersHearing one another’s hearts Approaching soul truth “on the slant” through the use of third things helps create a circle of trust. But we make or break that circle by the way we speak, listen, and respond toContinue reading “Musings”

I’m still struggling with the question, “who will listen to me?” Poetry is the language of the heart. But it isn’t written with the purpose being to write a poem. Sometimes in my writing I have begun with “I have a picture in my mind” because I actually do have a picture not words. TheContinue reading “Listening”

Remembering all the soldiers who fought in the war. Sad that they died Poppies Canadian, true North and Strong (The Canadian Anthem) I think I would really like to meet my relatives. A soldier comes from the heartA soldier is a soldier He is Jesus, fighting against the devil A soldier is brave, strong, willingContinue reading “Ashton Remembers”

I have always been alone, it seems, in this shell. I remember piano lessons, I’d ride the bus from my childhood home to our church, it took about half an hour, a mile long walk on either end. My thoughts would be a prayer, an open invitation for him to listen in along with me,Continue reading “Alone”

Late one night, as I was walking from here to there, the moonlight glinted off of something on the pavement, “what is that?” A gilded button. Carefully cleaning it, and turning it over in my hand, I saw that it would need to be repaired. This was pretty fortunate. I’d needed a button. I fastenedContinue reading “Moonlit Knight”

A most treasured gardenShe needs your sunshine to green her leaves,your rain to brighten her colors, and your wind to lift her sweet fragrance to you Lord, is there a key to this garden? Would that key make it mine?Would it then be mine to spoil or mine to tend? I Love to swim inContinue reading “A Wife”

I’m overwhelmed by my failure to live up to whom I was suppose to be by now. I’m sealed up, in my coffin, waiting for the lowering and the scoops of dirt. I can’t hear any tears, nor any handfuls of dirt being lightly sprinkled by loved ones left behind. Just a cold, dark waiting…Continue reading “It’s Over”