To reflect in a hidden valley, deep within my soul
Here resides the light of my imagination
It is the source of all my creations
Stories yet to be told wait in pools that bubble to the surface
Yes, stories to share and bring delight to those that care
It’s not that I’m a man of words
But my creations are my own
Through the darkness of the mind, they travel from my soul
If you like them that is fine, if you don’t that’s fine too.
For you see these stories that I tell are the emotions buried deep down inside of me, that build like mountains that rise high into the sky, but they are there inside the mind, waiting to escape.
Sometime I want to scream, but out comes words, that turn to stories.
Yes, deep in that valley is that light of inspiration fueled by my deep-seated emotions for stories that I tell are the release of my own darkness!
Denyce Baptiste an inspirational piece. Well said
Odiwuor Onyango very descriptive
Pyeong Chang probably a good place to ski. Great write
Wow Gil that is a good one.
PyeongChang 2018
Athletes come from all over to ski in these
mountains and maybe win a medal of two.
Let it be a few weeks of friendly competition,
good sportsmanship and world unity.
Stories of the Mind
Through the darkness of the mind
I cross a sea of mountains, caught in time
To reflect in a hidden valley, deep within my soul
Here resides the light of my imagination
It is the source of all my creations
Stories yet to be told wait in pools that bubble to the surface
Yes, stories to share and bring delight to those that care
It’s not that I’m a man of words
But my creations are my own
Through the darkness of the mind, they travel from my soul
If you like them that is fine, if you don’t that’s fine too.
For you see these stories that I tell are the emotions buried deep down inside of me, that build like mountains that rise high into the sky, but they are there inside the mind, waiting to escape.
Sometime I want to scream, but out comes words, that turn to stories.
Yes, deep in that valley is that light of inspiration fueled by my deep-seated emotions for stories that I tell are the release of my own darkness!
Guildford H Windley
Thank you 🌹
Love that one Laura
Curves of steel
Peaks that kill
Standing straight with confidence
You can appear distant
It’s the beauty in your eyes i love still
Curves of steel
Peaks that kill
You’re not one place
You’re not everywhere
You are freedom, liberation
I roam the earth searching at will
Are these the jagged edges of life?
Slide down on your back softly on the bits in-between,
Imagine them snow covered as you glide through your years,
That beautiful light of Christ and the Holy Spirit weaving you in on the path chosen for you.
Some bumps send you flying landing you gently into His arms.
Cliffs shrouded in darkness,
Their tips steep,
So easy for us to fall.
And fall we do,
Fall we must.
We are dashed harshly against dust and rock.
Yet in the creveces of dispsir a light emits the solom hope.
A hope of magic in the air,
Of reality holding things a little more fair than the jagged edges we've come to know.
Hope of better things to come.
We
Robert I love that one
Roger very well said
Awww Thank you, Mitch
Drifting through the darkness
Over the mountains
Through the valleys
Searching
Searching always
Searching evermore
Searching for light in the midst of the darkness
Seeking salvation for a life squandered
Finding hope in the darkest shadows
The light of hope glimmering in the distance
Calling me home
Drawing me back to the beginning
When the Creator spoke Light into the Darkness
Lighting the way back to the place where I wandered from the path
Back to begin the beginning
Your guiding light that shines so bright.
Leads me past the valley of death.
Through all my pain and all my plight,
I'll love you 'till my very last breath.
Mitch Bensel you have written another great one.
Hills and Valleys
Mountains waves the depth within,
Trembles the heart again and again.
What light I see I chase and chase,
Weary my eyes finally hide my face.
I cannot see what my heart feels,
There is no escape these massive hills.
A storybook of pages, journal of my life,
A forever maze the valleys of my mind.
© Cynthia Clark