Tag: cycling

She wrote words of a feather, lightening bolt letters,

That swam and evaded, went right and left.

She sketched patterns of leafy-green,

Each leaf unique, together a fortress of trees.

And, she lept and skipped, singing rhymes with others,

Jump rope and titters, then, kickball — a rubber ball bounced into new innings.

And, she cycled trails of mushed grass, dusty trails that her family meandered together,

Past the bushes, down hills, then up, hiking or biking to bridges, crossing the river valley alive with breeze.

Zipping past black- berries, hidden orange-red bird-berries,

The kind sparrows get drunk on, banging into windows in fright.

She developed into a writer, and she’d bury herself in books, adventure and romance,

Epic, dystopian, literary works, each word a pathway of networks followed and considered.

Her letters curled in handwriting, the kind they no longer teach,

Curves and swirls laced, until handwriting and printing bound to each other.

She still holds her pencil wrong, and the teacher’s used to shake their heads,

But, she laughed, once you learn to write it’s to difficult to change habitual patterns.

Then, one day, she was caught in the dark, where the bushes scratch scarlet;

The darkness tried to make her and her lover, abandon all hope.

Destructive imps, with nothing on God’s light;

Nor the kingdom of Heaven, they’ve not but dark deeds, no peace, and no priority.

So, go now, leave what you lack, forget darkened hallways, return to stunning light —

The sun’s a bright lipstick orange, the sunshine shower’s refreshing,

The fields wet with dew, fresh-cut.

So, smile after the fight, after hardness develops in your body, enough to stay the course — fly free;

Then, feel your body soften and regenerate in faith by lantern light.

Thus, the art in her hands grew, the words started pouring, and after lessons tough-fought —

She twirled and gasped tasting enchanted fresh air, no longer alone.

Then, he grasped her small hand & held it for life — she squealed in joy;

Such power had saved them, Heaven’s light & Son.

And, prayers shook their bodies, before they wandered forth to continue the story,

Down life’s trails, down a new adventure, & the Alice inside quieted.

Jesus filled them, and the chance to live enthralled;

Laughter, and conversation, the power of touch.

Such a simple thing, but when your eyes finally open, then you’ve everything because you’re no longer blind;

So, survive full of grace, through the opportunity to experience everything,

And, in such blessedness prosper — as they both did & in new life took flight.

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