…And at that moment, that final moment, I’ll consciously grieve for those suffering with tears and long memories. …And words of praise will be released from loving hearts that will casually drift into the laps of angels. …And when finally called to his side in thankful praise my lips will speak of … More THAT FINAL MOMENT
The “is” of him has crossed into the “was”. The image with a shadow is now cloaked in “was”. I knew his “is” very well, never with thought of his becoming a “was”. Shoes and shirts and a favorite hat lay in a box; the hope of a “was” not to visit; those were the … More FROM “IS” TO “WAS”
When my end arrives, am I smarter than all my days? Have the stones and pitfalls made me stronger? Or have the storms, fury and hate stained my tongue? Or has love and my eyes of passion formed a depth within me? Or has money, riches and travel created rest? Am I greater or taller? … More THE END
I kneeled to the ground, my hand pressed dirt onto its clean soft surface as pieces slipped between and dripped back to the common bond, the relation of stones and boulders and glaciers shearing at the land, leaving mountains unhooked, forming unstoppable streams into pulsing rivers, curving, carving, driving under then rising to the surface with … More BELOW ME
His cough rattled from deep within, rising to the surface like an echo in a cave. The land inside of him was tired. The fields of his strength lay fallowed. He is long from the days when a foolish youth wasted what was right, sacrificing his health to the weight of years lost. Today is … More THE FINAL YARDS
Roger Singer 