J. Allen Wilson
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave ...and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,...
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
I’m a widower, artist and a hopeful writer and a pacifist by nature. This coming August of 2012 would have marked our 27th wedding anniversary, but she passed away on her birthday from cancer. However I now realize what was is no more and only the future remains. Like Jesus once said many years ago and I hope I don’t miss-quote…Let the dead bury the dead.
Since Leah’s passing many things have transpired…in August of 2009 I met a very sweet and wonderful lady named Jan…she and I hit it off immediately. Life once again seemed good and worth living and we were happy. However as life is sometimes misfortune struck again when she suffered a massive brain aneurism and almost died. Nonetheless that did not negate my love for her and it grows stronger each day that passes. Now I too have cancer and have undergone treatment. I pray for a positive outcome and a long healthy life with my Jan.
After Leah’s passing I thought I could never love that deeply again, but I was wrong. I now love Jan as much as I have ever loved anyone. God is good, and second chance at perfect love is a reality. Both Jan and I are active in animal rescue and have taken many off the streets and provided them shelter and love. For you see…LOVE is the greatest gift of all…Unfortunately many fail to see its full potential. If I should never utter another word after this…my heart would say love everything and everyone with your whole being…God Bless you all.
“Life Is Too Short Not To Love”
J. Allen Wilson
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J. Allen Wilson
PO BOX 464
Belton, SC. 29627
Birth Place: Greenville, SC USA
|Before Darkness Falls by J. Allen Wilson|
BEFORE DARKNESS FALLS Retails for 14.95 / but you can have it now for only 11.95 This is a book of poetry and prose that deals with real life issues that all of mankind comes to face. Some of the poems deal with the tenderness of love, while others speak aloud of social injustice. In this, the author attempts to reach the heart and the soul of the reader through poetic verse, which at times deals ...
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The Thanksgiving That Was and The Silver Star by J. Allen Wilson
Both men walked out of the station that day changed men. One dressed in a handmade Italian suit, the other in last year’s rags… changed by events in time, changed by separate miracles on a day bor...
“Ceremony of the Gift” by J. Allen Wilson
A short story from the heart of J. Allen Wilson...
Twice Loved and Twice Left by J. Allen Wilson
“Jimmy cried alone in the night. His moans of agony went unheard as the masses of the cold city slept unaware of the solitude of his pain.”...
A Boy and His Journey by J. Allen Wilson
He glanced around to see if anyone was nearby; there was no one around but the earth and the sky. What he thought; what if I was to just step off the edge and into eternity? Would anyone care? Would ...
The Death Of Josiah Johnson/ 2nd installment by J. Allen Wilson
“Ahem, excuse me everyone; excuse me, can I have your attention please, can I have your attention? At 7:58 this morning, the Japanese Imperial navy launched an all out attack on the American forces s...
The Death Of Josiah Johnson by J. Allen Wilson
On December the 15th just ten days before his 42nd birthday, Josiah Johnson lay dying. Though he had the best physicians that money could buy, there was little they could do. ...
The Daddy Long-Back Letters Continued by J. Allen Wilson
The Daddy Long-Back Letters by J. Allen Wilson
The Daddy Long-Back Letters
John Ansell is a successful attorney who has the world beating down his door. He has twice headed the police commissioner’s taskforce on violence and voted ma...
Train A Child In The Way He Should Go…PT. 2 by J. Allen Wilson
As I look back on this now from eyes that have seen and endured much, I often regret those wasted years that defied the very core of the principles that I was taught as a child....
Train A Child In The Way He Should Go… by J. Allen Wilson
6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Proverbs 22:6 ...
A Tale Of Love: A Tale Of Dreams by J. Allen Wilson
I am further away from giving Leah the ultimate dream of living on Tybee than I ever was. I am exhausted; I am worn and almost broken. I love beyond reason, and I give of my all. I still believe in Go...
The Return Of The Carolina Knoll by J. Allen Wilson
The Carolina Knoll Returns.......
The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part 2 by J. Allen Wilson
the hum grew ever fainter as Jimmy stepped from the light of the sunny meadow into the darkness…. ...
Exercise In Fear by J. Allen Wilson
High above the street in the confines and safety of the Hancock building his mind wandered with ease across a city that had no soul; a city that was ripe for the picking. He hated himself for this fe...
Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part Five by J. Allen Wilson
Sam stopped his thoughts right there and rebuked the idea that there would be no more games for Jimmy. He hoped his son was OK; as he slowed down to make the turn into Kyle’s driveway. Off in the dist...
The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part 4 by J. Allen Wilson
Jimmy was trembling now as he set off in the direction of the faint red glow of what he thought was the setting sun......
The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part 3 by J. Allen Wilson
“I’ve lost it thought Jimmy; I’ve lost it without ever finding it.”...
The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll by J. Allen Wilson
There are many things that remain unknown and some that should stay that way...should we continue on to find out the "Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll?"...
Love Letters From The Other Side…Contact With Allen by J. Allen Wilson
Love letters from the other side continues with Leah trying to sneak out of her own home and past the men from the government parked in front of her house. ...
The Broken Jury by J. Allen Wilson
The broken jury though based on actual events has been modified in content so as to conceal real names and places in order to protect individual identities. Any similarity to any individual is purely ...
Love Letters From The Other Side...the visitors by J. Allen Wilson
From the package...a daguerreotype photo of Allen from the early 1890s.
(sure...I mean really) ...
The Truth About Tomorrow…Love Letters From The Other Side. by J. Allen Wilson
President Chelsea Clinton was quoted as saying that “The United States will launch a full unadulterated retaliatory strike on Syria for its wanton destruction of Israel.” ...
Letters From The Other Side…The Package. by J. Allen Wilson
“So its real, he did go over to the other side.”
“I don’t know Mam…I just don’t know…
Love Letters From The Other Side continued by J. Allen Wilson
“Yes it is, how can I help you”?
“I’m First Detective Casey O’Neil and this is my partner Rosa. May we come in?”
“Why yes detective, please do.”
Love Letters From The Other Side by J. Allen Wilson
.”Allen; Allen, where are you? Allen...My pace quickened until I reached the edge of the bridge and it was there that I found his notebook alongside his clothes.......
Meagan, Me Lady of Mystery by J. Allen Wilson
Dedicated to Meagan, a very sweet and unique young lady that we had the grace and pleasure into getting to know. This is another fine hostess from our Sunday dinner at Logan’s Roadhouse. She is a very...
Chasing Clouds by J. Allen Wilson
Dedicated to all who have loved and lost. Dedicated to those who still struggle, not to chase clouds, but see the beauty of another day.
*Photo taken by Jan T. Wilson @ Mexico Beach, Fl. 2012...
A Death Sentence And The Third White Cross. by J. Allen Wilson
Prologue by Jan as tears poured down her face…
Our little Callie finally left this world this morning... She fought such a brave life hanging on for a week... She got a second wind Fri. & Sat. mo...
I can’t do a damn thing but move on thanks to the POLIDICK‘s. by J. Allen Wilson
Allen comes home dragging every night from a hard and hot day on the job and he’s tired, not just physically but mentally as well. Then on Thursday’s when he gets his pay stubs, it’s just another kick...
A Mothers Love by J. Allen Wilson
This is another poem in our 'People of Logan's' series. We have lost so many wonderful waitresses as they have gone to pursue other venues such as; continuing their education, moving out of town and t...
Mika - Our Childrens Future by J. Allen Wilson
This is another poem in our 'People of Logan's' series. We have lost so many wonderful waitresses as they have gone to pursue other venues such as; continuing their education, moving out of town a...
Leah, Just One Question; Do Angels Cry? by J. Allen Wilson
Sometimes I will smell the air and I will think of you. Often they are happy thoughts, not dire or blue. And yes there are times I still sometimes weep as I remember our life, our treasures of the hea...
This Fragile Heart of Mine by J. Allen Wilson
After being with Jan for the last two days in the hospital, my heart sinks faster than a setting sun. She is being prepped for pancreatic/ gallbladder surgery as I type this lament. I ask nothing of m...
Scars can remind us…In Memory of Leah by J. Allen Wilson
This is dedicated to my late wife Leah for whom I loved with all my life.
Her death tore holes and ripped lesions in my heart that I thought would never mend. Her death left scars on both my soul ...
Peggy Sue, oh Peggy Sue by J. Allen Wilson
Jan and I made the trek to her hometown in Georgia. I fully intended to stay at the hotel and watch TV. while she and her long time friend went out to supper and caught up on old times. Boy was I mist...
Life Is by J. Allen Wilson
Dedicated to a dear friend Tammy whom I have not seen in many years. For she is as sweet as the flowers that bloom in Spring. (We love you Tammy, Allen & Jan)...
So It’s The ‘Jersey Devils’ Birthday. ‘Eddie M.’ by J. Allen Wilson
My Body Is A Cage by J. Allen Wilson
Jan: ‘I was watching House the other night and at the end of the show, I heard this haunting song and went to You-Tube and looked it up and watched not only the end of the show where House is OD’ing o...
Missy - A Guide For All To See by J. Allen Wilson
Another casual Sunday dinner at Logan's Roadhouse....
Times, They Are A ‘Changing. by J. Allen Wilson
Nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same. People come into our lives, they leave sweet kisses on our hearts and now only soft memories remain.
Light Prevails against the Darkness by J. Allen Wilson
Days have turned to night as nights have bequeathed unto the day. Shadows lurk, yet His light shall cast them away.
Amazing Grace by J. Allen Wilson
Death lurks at every corner. Destruction, heartache knows no boundaries nor borders. Almost 5 years ago to this day I felt my own death and destruction had come my way. I had almost lost my way when o...
I Hear The Night That Calls My Name by J. Allen Wilson
Another repost from the past...
My words are lost at last...
I stand mute before the silent crowd...
Yet my heart speaks aloud!!!...
You Don’t Know Me? by J. Allen Wilson
****Repost from 2008***
****Imagination truly is a wonderful gift, but it must be kept in check and reigned in lest it travel the slippery slope of darkness and the heart falls in to the perverse ...
Eden - Gabrielle: Sweetness by J. Allen Wilson
The mere mention of such a poetic name conjures up the visions of paradise lost amidst man and his lost domain....
Father’s Day 2013...The Butterfly by J. Allen Wilson
Not a word nor card or phone call one from those whom I love and shall always in my heart call my very own.
PS: I must to this piece amend, my stepson John David did grace my day. Thank you JD…
After The Storm, Into God’s Light by J. Allen Wilson
The photo above was taken today 6-13-2013 after a squall line of heavy thunderstorms rolled through the upstate. While at work I noticed the sky a brilliant orange/gold and I stepped out on the back d...
The Words I Have Written, What Do They Mean? by J. Allen Wilson
Have the words I have written over the years touched even one soul? Or are they just empty and hollow, only to fade after I’m gone into the shallow darkness of a distant memory?
The Laughter of Sadness by J. Allen Wilson
A random line of verse; a soft musing of ‘Logan’s’ for better or worse.
Revelations From God on a Rainy Summer’s Night by J. Allen Wilson
Gifts and the Parable of the Talents by J. Allen Wilson
An article I had written recently for our local paper on 'Gifts'...
South Carolina’s Medicaid Travesty by J. Allen Wilson
This action by the state of South Carolina in which I live is too sad to imagine. I just wish that I could get this into the hands of people who really could make a difference....
Love and Second Chances; God’s Gift by J. Allen Wilson
We then begin to understand that life is not perfect, but that His love for us all is perfect....
How Do We Un-Love by J. Allen Wilson
The Above Photo of Leah...Me and Grandchild Alex eight weeks before leah's Passing into glory...
Absolute Love by J. Allen Wilson
Absolute love endures even when love is not returned. Absolute love is the willingness to give one hundred percent of yourself and never expect anything in return. ...
Hope Revealed by J. Allen Wilson
Why did I write this? I’m not sure for certain, however if there is just one person out there who will read this a garner something from it, then I suppose that is why I wrote it. ...
Its Only 50 Cents by J. Allen Wilson
An open letter to the editor of our newspaper...they are refunding the buck and printing the letter to boot...who says machines always win?...
It Breaks My Heart… by J. Allen Wilson
I see a need, I reach in to deliver and realize that there is nothing left to give. ...
The Death Of Tybee Island; by J. Allen Wilson
We once called into the night and were answered in turn by the tide of dreams…Goodbye My Sweet Dream......
After The Attack On America by J. Allen Wilson
While dumping some files on the computer and cleaning up a weary past in general, I came across this piece that I penned a few months after the 9-11 tragedy. Looking back on these words now reminds me...
Tears For Savannah, GA. by J. Allen Wilson
The city wept for this golden child...yet they weep not for those who fit not their own style....
By The Book
Information about my 1st book and samples of my art.
By The Book
PO Box 464