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Autumn Splendor Seasons
We are entering the 3rd week of October... Mid-Worcester county is in peak color... The days are getting shorter and cooler... Gardens are being put to sleep and other Winterizing processes have begun.
It's Autumn, and just an enthusiastic time of Season...Old farmers' tale tells us to observe The squirrels, qathering winter food of Nuts & acorns...they seem to scurry about, as if We're to get an early snowfall.
Already, the radio broadcasts Christmas Holiday extraveganzas... I enjoy this sacred season As a time to reflect on the past, present, & future.
God paints our surroundings as a farewell to a Splendid season of color...He hopes that we find Joy & beauty in His work... and is mostly, a Mind-conditioning, a "tune-up" for our spirits, to Endure the long winter ahead.
Family and friends reunite foe the upcoming Holidays and for some, are very trying times... We're to keep all God's children together, for We are All, to unite, in our eternity in His presence...
So be happy these days ahead, remembering the Little "Ghouls & Goblins"...find pleasure in the Youth and be renewed again...
This Spring, God ever-promises us, the rebirth of New England.
Bob Cardoza
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"Mirror Images" by Bob Cardoza I am but an image of my imagination Who am I to have such an existence? How many times have I scolded you in Secrecy...Afraid to let others know?? Inadequacies lurk throughout my being Reinforcing them to a built up patina. However, I see another image in myself.... A positive light not of my own aura, but Other peoples' perceptions of me... Plus a higher light, Godhead of His own kind Suddenly, I am born to a new existence Never to forget my past...never to forget my past... A new face appears now Have I seen light through the dark side? Is this only a phase or have I been redeemed? Poetry, bazaar wording describes the new me... I am but a number...Why do I wish to be seen And not heard? Is this the mirror thing??? Jesus, you are in my existence You've always been there, only Smoke-screened...I see all my ages past I see other people....Dad, Mom, my siblings Grandparents....friends....acquaintances... I thought I was in charge of the man in the Mirror !! Don't fret Bob, this is a good thing... Now I see Martha !!! What's happened? Now I close my eyes to the blackened. Memory brings me home to myself.... So now I know the meaning of sleep. Another day has past... |
“Going Nine North”
by Bob Cardoza