Wandering Wonder

'Just Passing Through' From Visual Counterpoint

The morning mist wanders over the water,
While a September sun rises to reach the surface
Between earth and sky, then touch every hope
Before summer must die.

Where is the purpose of such an aimless life?
Drifting on winds of chance that only hold hope
Between earth and sky, yet touching neither
Before the past must die.

Dawn holds the key that will open the door,
With a light that will show a way to the surface
Between earth and sky, with a touch that tells
Where the future must lie.

'Dawn on the Water' From Visual Counterpoint

So Near Yet So Far

I have no suitable photograph to accompany these words that I send across the pond to those that grieve the loss of innocent life eight years ago.
I am sure no one will have any difficulty in recalling such a vivid scene.
If my words give any comfort or even better hope for a better world then I will have accomplished more than I ever dream is possible...

No time brings us closer than birth and death,
To a moment that holds the thread of life
Gently, while Damocles’ knife
Hangs over the first and last breath.

Does a baby dream while it soundly sleeps
Of the place that gives all life a start?
When life surrenders what place keeps
The dreams that echo a faithful heart?

No time holds us closer than the beginning and end,
To a moment that keeps safe every life’s dream,
But every moment is destined to send
Each true thought on a separate light beam.

My thoughts are with my friends today.

Mute Beauty

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Carly has asked for a photograph from our archives.

I have not only uncovered the past pictures but also revived the thoughts that they hold for me.

For extra credit I need to tell why I took the photographs and the difficulty I encountered.

What came first?

The photographs or the thoughts that are now written in words?

Time holds the truth and I leave you to reach for the key and turn it in the lock.

And see more than these pictures and words can ever portray.



For then will sight be restored to the blind and the deaf will hear.

'Mute Beauty' 'From Let the end try the man

This beauty is silent yet sings a song,
That water carries on moving waves,
Giants sleep through a night far too long,
For the warmth of the sun that saves.

Some may never see this natural call,
Some may not survive the longest night,
But all will in time finally fall,
So they may stand after the fight.

Silence holds eternity’s key,
Where music plays throughout all time,
Meanwhile nature speaks to you and me,
As she can only do now, in mime.

'For some the sun's return willl be too late' From Let the end try the man

''Life from death' From Let the end try the man

I do not seek any credit for my photographs or my words because they are both free to anyone that would seek a moment in time and look beyond the scene for more than thought can hold.
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Please note I have posted this entry using my laptop that does not have AOL loaded on it.
I am still finding difficulty in using AOL Desktop and therefore have a severe problem in retrieving and answering mail.

I would now like to thank anyone who takes the time to comment on this post and offer my sincere apologies that I cannot do so in a more personal manner.

Unable to understand

Please note I am unable to navigate AOL Desktop and find retrieving my email almost impossible. The flashing adverts on the side bar as I try to read the mail list quite honestly finishes me off.
I have no idea what I am going to do now. All I do know is that this new desktop gives me too much stress and I will not accept it.

I shall not be answering any comments, as I cannot face the pain it will cause me.

I thank everyone now for their comments on my journal and wish you all the best.

A Good Night to all

'The night holds every shadow' From Visual Counterpoint

A new moon rises to rule the sky,
As night falls on the many shadows that lie
Waiting, while the earth turns from the sun,
Waiting while the day’s work is done,
Waiting to become part of a whole,
Where darkness holds an eternal soul
Safe within the memory of everlasting light,
And carries all the courage unseen in the fight.

Look into darkness and learn to see again,
Like the blind feel the gently falling rain,
Touch moments that pass and leave your mark,
Remember all are without sight in the dark,
So sing with a voice that is clear and true,
And the music that plays will always echo you,
Fly on the crest of the wave of every sweet air,
Dive to the depths that only the brave dare.

Here is a place where we may finally learn,
The truth for which every soul must yearn,
A dark night holds the light from the stars,
And enables us to look through the bars
Of our cradle on earth and imagine more,
Even try to touch what the future has in store,
Here is our home, from which we must fly,
Beyond a moon that would rule our sky.

A Legacy

Another photograph of a tree with a song of the legacy we inherit and the one we will leave behind.

I have added this to Ellipsis Monday Photo Shoot, as I hope this will compensate for my absence.

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'Born to reflect light' From Visual Counterpoint

There is no better legacy to the future than a dream,

Woven from the thoughts held by a mind that is free,

There is no better eulogy to the past than the faith,

That we learn the lessons left in its' footprints and see,

There is no better legacy for the present to grasp,

Than the truth that lives forever and will always be,

There is no better dream ever forged in the dark,

Than the one that holds eternity's key.

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I posted this with my laptop that does not have AOL loaded because I did not want to face another battle with AOL Desktop on my main computer.

I could not find a way to copy and paste the song from Word and was forced to write it out again on blogger word for word (sorry for the pun).

This Internet Explorer is now exhausted!

The Tree

ELLIPSIS MONDAY PHOTO SHOOT
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Carly has given us the subject of trees this week and although I am still unable to go out with my camera to get new photographs I have been able to illustrate the song I have written with one picture I have not yet posted taken in Delamere Forest, Cheshire, England. The other two have appeared on my website.
Which came first?
The photographs if you only think in terms of time; the song if you look beyond the horizon.

'A Gentle Giant' From Visual Counterpoint

A crown held aloft by life alone,
Rests on rings that time has grown,
A canopy that captures sunlight’s store,
Stands to shade the forest floor,
A gentle giant in silence will seek,
To protect and nurture the small and weak,
A single thought of love held high,
Must inherit the light that falls from the sky.

'Sunset silhouettte' From Visual Counterpoint

Such a life is strong even in death,
And carries the future on past breath,
Such a light captured must always live,
As selflessness will always give,
Such a giant that will stand to show,
The way the light calls us all to grow,
Such a thought as this held high,
Must speak to the world with the last sigh.

'Sheer Fantasy' From Visual Counterpoint

The smoke will rise from the funeral pyre,
No eyes will have ever seen such a fire,
The signals will be sent through the rings of time,
No ears will have ever heard the bells that chime,
The earth will cry for without her tears,
No life can survive the worst of its’ fears,
The silence that carries this message to the sky,
Must speak for the world so love may never die.

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This entry is very late because I have been offline while Rob put Vista on my computer in the hope that many of the problems I have will be solved.

I have now inherited another headache! Apparently I must now have AOL Desktop and I am having great difficulty navigating it. I have yet to find out how to have two windows open at the same time so posting this has been a long drawn out affair, as I could not hold Blogger and Picasa simultaneously on this new desktop!