There may be no other day to practice stealth.
We were never promised second breath.
In our robust pride we easily forget,
Our only common surety is death.
The argument is sound,
For humility in man.
There is no way around
This blatant truth.
Now is the time we know we must admit,
Our lives often lived as hypocrites.
Run quickly! Fall into His loving arms
And claim The Only Shield from lasting harm.
Copyright 2020. L.L. Shelton.
Narcissism
Can be hard to see,
When it hides behind
Strange love of me.
Sunshine glowing,
Brisk and free-
On a dime snowing,
Covers the trees,
And I wake up
With the usual plea,
Answered in silence,
Neglecting to be.
Copyright 2020. L.L. Shelton.
Alone is the only safe place
I know.
Alone is the nicest place
I go.
Alone is the place
I find my rest.
Alone is the place
I know the best.
Copyright 2018. L. L. Shelton.
Why was it decided that Heracles did not descend to Hades from Tenaro simply because Hecataeus visited the area and could not find the entrance? Why did many then conclude that man is the measure of all things? Could it be that Hecataeus lacked the imagination or the skill necessary to find it? Could it be that some form of reality may exist on a spiritual plane? Could it be that magic and reason co-exist? Shouldn’t we consider that all things are possible with God? Of course there are absolutes found in Scripture, but are there not many things left to the imagination? And I dare say, the imagination captivated by God Himself is an extraordinarily capable thing.
Copyright 2020. L.L. Shelton.
Silence can be deafening.
Light can blind the eye.
Gentle can be threatening,
A softer kind of lie.
Life-giving water often drowns.
Food poisoning’s a thing.
A smile will sometimes hide a frown,
And wisdom may be wondering.
Copyright 2020. L.L. Shelton.
One person’s way of choice is to stay the road they’re on, never moving faster or slower but to keep a steady pace- a familiar pace- the one that has worked.
Another’s is to search out a new road, a better path, to move at varying speeds adjusting accordingly- to travel a different way- one that may work best for now.
Each when free of sin, or the lesser of two evils, valid choices- and either will come with consequences. The important thing is to take responsibility for the decisions made. This is to practice a life.
Copyright 2020. L.L. Shelton.
Delicate golden cups of yellow
Waving atop slender stalks of green,
Clustered here and everywhere
Glistening with sunshine sheen,
Around my feeder fluttering
Gatherings of lacey hue,
Dancing all about are
Brilliant red and softer blue.
Trees so newly budding,
Icy rain to soggy earth,
A fresh scent on the breeze
Whispers promises of birth.
Copyright 2020. L.L. Shelton.
(For Zeek)
Was Bonbon born tired
Or was she simply worn out
By the time she was six?
You are not yet six.
Was it because she was shiny
Or was it due to her being less?
Was it over before she started
Or was it all to bring her here to you?
I sing, I write, I paint, I draw, I care.
I love and I forgive.
Am I trying to remember
Or am I trying to forget?
Please know that I love you,
That I traveled this road first,
That I may not know the beginning,
But I am well aware of the end.
Copyright 2020. L. L. Shelton.
Truly, I am not seen.
I am an appendage,
An arm or a leg.
An afterthought
Dependent on every movement,
Lost but for that unique perspective,
Those exclusive feelings,
Belonging only to that one
Enamored with the reflection in the mirror.
Copyright 2020. L.L. Shelton.
Desert ground is thirsty,
Far beyond parched,
Ouietlly begging for a
Long tall drink of water.
Dust clouds surround the truth,
Making it easier to breathe.
Water is fascinating here.
Loneliness is magnified.
Succulents abound,
Storing up the moisture needed
During a dearth of dew,
Sharing only if you know the password.
Sunshine raining down,
Thawing frozen hearts and minds,
Wind sweeping out the fog,
And Koffi early.
Wrapped in red,
A shadow on the sand,
The old is forever new.
Copyright 2020. L.L. Shelton.