I guess you didn’t get it, about life I mean
Together we stood in the chapel and read
Baptized washed clean, Lords words strong
You still fell into the pit, that snare left open
Was life really that awful for you biker girl
Childhood wasn’t that far behind you, remember?
My heart pains thinking of you lost down there
Outer darkness is permanent do you scream out?
I heard your screams the night you passed over
Standing in the corner of my room, cover my eyes
They put you in the dirt wearing a long black dress
How appropriate but she should be dressed in white
Long blonde hair flowed behind you in earth life
Light blue eyes and laughter rang strong from you
You were the epitome of beauty a daughter of God
Our brother cast out put an end to that, why follow?
This is very dark and haunting when we think of the downfalls and losses of those we know and those we do not know. I like your contrast of light and dark. Photo is excellent.
Oh my TJ! The poem and pic are so beautifully blended as to be
almost one. A poem to deeply ponder and pray about!
Eileen
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on January 4, 2006
Indeed, why follow. Most don't know any other way, nor do they seek. Your photo is exceptional, as always and your work makes one pull deeply from inside. Well done.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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Happy New Year M'Lady!!
Love Tinka
almost one. A poem to deeply ponder and pray about!
Eileen