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Last Walk VSometime later Arnold awoke and he actually felt a little saner, not so panicky. You keep that flighty nonsense up and they'll find you at the bottom of a creek, he rebuked himself. Then again, he realized, remembering the vast area of this forest, I might never be found after all.
Suddenly he noticed some writing scrawled on the boulder in front of him, Look up and to your right. Why, he couldn't believe it! Sitting there on the grass in the middle of nowhere was a silver chafing dish with a wisp of steam escaping from under the lid. In seconds without actually thinking it over, Arnold found himself ravenously hungry and scrambling over to this discovery. Any thoughts of puzzlement went unheeded in the face of raw survival instincts.
Now that was a meal, concluded Arnold with satisfaction. He was slowly licking the last of the Jack Daniels barbecue sauce off of his fingers, his eyes closed, savoring the spicy, smoky flavor. Whoever had cooked
Last Walk IVDaybreak in the woods on a freezing morning, by Arnold Faussett, intrepid adventurer and art critic. Hell, at least my humor is intact, even if I forget my own phone number half the time, he quipped.
Surprisingly enough, he had survived a night in the woods in late October. Alone. Unsheltered. Unfed as well. But he was aching bad, and his lungs felt like lead weights.
He looked around. Daylight had dispelled the creepiness of the place and Arnold sat with his back against a tree, trying to figure things out. I think I need to head West, he thought to himself. Yup. West is the way to go.
And so saying, he stood up and shuffled off into a new day.
After several hours had passed, Arnold decided to take a rest just over the next gentle rise ahead. He was not expecting what lay before him.
Slowly cresting the slope, he came around a thick hedge of wild raspberries only to stop in amazement. Falling away gently for five hundred feet then abruptly dropping nearly three thousand
C Y S G O D I O NSun setting low
In this dead Winter cold
Hoar frost on the scarecrow's eyes
Blackly staring at me
Where did all the afternoons go
Once they were spent?
Are they still there?
Those moments in amber
Waiting to be found eons from now
Consumed like fossil fuel
Would it taste like vinegar
Those lost memories
Running down my chin
Yellowed lace curtains
Hang in broken windows
No one talking
No one listening
This is where dreams die
Their ashes soft as cornsilk
Like poignant woodsmoke
Drifting o'er the fields
Strong hands that once gripped life
Now lie useless and withered
Ivories gleaming dully
Discordant rhythms emanating
From rusted strings
And tired hammers
I lie down on a mildewed couch
Beneath a stained plaster ceiling
Once I wanted to find this place
But now I know I've been here all along
My eyes close as the wind chimes
Sing their mournful refrain
Briander My CourtesanBriander come to sup with me
In a delicate gown of lace
Fair Peter Rochambeau
Deigned to meet you in the air
To be his blushing bride
But I dispatched him with a wink
In a hairsbreadth of his pride
Narcissistic clamor arose
Before his parlor mirror
Is it fair of me
To court such elegance and grace
With a woodsman's heart
Of hickory bark and
If any should draw your tears
Perchance to pay Modobvrik
For their salacious temerity...
In dark chambers will I
Rip their heart asunder
Of cloves and allspice
Mint and wild ivy
Together we shall rule these
Which give no quarter to man nor beast
And our dominion will be fruitful
Appraised by God to bear children
Jewels of unequaled delight
Till one day we two shall rest
Side by side
Beneath the maple tree.
Llewellyn Fair I Esteem TheeOpening bread baskets
But only crumbs remain
To satisfy a hunger
Deep in the machine
My eyes scan the countryside
All a-bloom in flowers bright
The urge to discover where you're hidden
Is keeping me awake at night
Even the red satin robes
Of the cognoscenti
Cannot dissuade me from my path
In due time I shall rescue you
May bolts of lightning
Strike such vicious chords
In DeLaupierre's black heart
As to incinerate it entirely
Leaving him to the mercies of the sea
"Return to me, Llewellyn!! Return to me!!" I cried aloud.
I will search for you until
The mountain summits shake and crumble to the ground
And all breath of mankind has been revealed as nothing
Then shall I be free
To run, to rejoice...
GloryOn streets of gold you'll find me
Wandering the lanes and alleyways
Of a city built by a King
Whose Name is in my heart
Ramparts shine in that eternal Light
Emanating from the One
Round the throne sing seraphim
Crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the One
Who Was and Is and Is To Come
Oh mighty innumerable Host
Angels resplendent in power
Who ever live to serve
Our God, Creator and King
Stand valiant in your ranks
Upon His beck and call
He unfolds the Universe as a curtain
Aligning the galaxies, planets and stars
In perfect symmetrical precision
He watches each sunrise and sunset
Across this spinning globe we call Earth
We are all in His domain
May we be ever mindful of this truth
That we are His caretakers still
Even as Eden sinks into ancient history
As part of Mankind's inaugural anthem
So let us give thanks where thanks are past due
To the One Who Created and guided us
Who spared not His Only Son
That one day we might sit down beside Him
Unnatural Causes"At least she/he died in their sleep."
"Thankfully it was quick."
"Well, these things happen."
"There is a time for everything."
"Doc says it was natural causes..."
Is that the order of things in this life, on this planet? Yes.
That does not mean it is natural. Inevitable, yes. Normal, no.
You believe what you will. But I believe in Christ, and in Creation. That Man was never originally intended to die. Death entered this world by means of sin, and that through Adam.
So, knowing and believing that is true, tells me that death is an irrevocable consequence of sin. It is not normal or natural or right or good.
This is not intended to be a sermon. Rather, I'm just venting on the fact that while I understand how things work, that does not mean they are good or pleasant.
Thankfully, God provided Christ so that through faith in Him as ones Lord and Savior, that person will live with Him in eternity, and not suffer eternal death and separation from Him and their loved ones
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