This is my tribute to my good friend Wayne who lost his daughter today in a terrible hit & run car accident. I can’t imagine your sorrow right now.
(poem by Bullroar ~ Dave)
Poetry
The Pathway
Twenty Nineteen
I’m trying something new in 2019 (occasionally adding words/poetry to photos), hopefully it turns out. ~ Dave
ps…this is not a new years resolution, so it might happen more than once, lol!
The Egret…outside my chamber door!
…..While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some Egret,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”…..
3 Line Tales – The Player
photo by Jesse Orrico
A heart locked is a heart without a key,
and what better music to move a soul,
than a heart who plays the keys.
Oak Leaves & Snow
Oak Leaves & Snow
The winter sought to claim you
with frigid cold and snow,
and the wind desired to have you
as high as it could blow,
but in the end, you hung on tight
and simply uttered…no!
…the road goes ever on ~JRR Tolkien
Couldn’t help but quote a great writer on a photo I took at Boldt Castle 2011.
Words
Fallen Angels
Fallen Angels
Majestic mountains
Penetrate the sky
Cascading waters
By riverbanks fly
The mighty stallion
Wild and on the run
A soaring eagle
Flying near the sun
Splendid wildflowers
Gazing at the light
Glorious redwoods
Stretching to full height
A new born baby
Crying at his birth
An old man dying
Lowered to the earth
Little Fireflies
Lighting up the night
And darling lovebirds
All decked out in white
Niagara the grand
Torrents of wet spray
The sun blazing red
At the end of the day
In all these matters
A query does enthrall
Amid such splendor
Why do angels fall?
~ Dave Carter
Jeremy
Today I visited the gravesite of Jeremy, my son. As is my habit I leave a pot of plastic flowers every spring by his headstone. It has been three and a half years since he moved on to heaven and I thought perhaps I would feel a little different with the passage of time; however, not much has changed. I still miss him terribly and not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. Sadly, Jeremy was only eight and a half years old when he died.
Jeremy had many disabilities and was not expected to live beyond a few weeks at best. I love it when the doctors are wrong. Although Jeremy was blind, unable to speak and had no motor skills he was well on his way to recovery and with each passing month was gaining little by little. He fought the good fight and now he is with his saviour Jesus.
I wrote this poem after Jeremy passed on…I believe it is prophetic in nature and I look forward to being with my little man one day soon.
I love you Jeremy. ~ Dad
Jeremy
You flew so high
when you let go…
grasping the wing
of an angel,
feathers soft and purest white.
A breeze brushed your lovely face
and tears raced from eyes
cherishing their first sight,
a golden city…
a nail scared hand
reached to steady that first step.
Words formed
on silent lips,
fresh like dewdrops
on a summer rose.
The taste of honey lingered
as you ran
through open fields of sunflowers,
your cheeks
glistening in the velvet sun.
Hearing your own voice…
you laughed.
And music adorned
your dancing feet;
a robin sang…
and angels cheered you on.
Slipping from my hand,
I see you now…
not as you were.
Suffering was a garment
to be discarded,
and yet…
it is what I cling to.
The pain in my heart
reminds me of you.
I won’t forget.
The tears in my eyes
sting like piercing arrows.
The scars of life seem many,
and some take long to heal.
But for now,
run along little Bear…
savour the choices
that surround you
and be glad,
for your heavenly Father beckons,
“come my little one…come”.
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