She considered herself a life shadow, embracing long solitary moments; eyes open to darkness. Life had become a plausible intruder as she slept away painful images and the jest of youth. She was now an unstable passenger a fleshy veneer no longer frightened of the past. She suspected the end, though assured by faith, she … More CROSSING OVER
What does someone see when you offer them a glimpse beneath your water? The pillows of your dreams Wilted emotions Thoughts without makeup Eyes listening but not seeing Sunless days The joy of rain Favorite words Fear of death The honey of a smile Running away Closed doors Acts of faith A song that … More DOWN DEEP
A shop window with a black background offers reflections for free. Brief glances of approval or disappointment. a casual moment to review size or height or the unwanted parts. A tip of the hat. Straightening a tie. The acceptance of neatness or unchangeable habits. The reflection fails to reveal inner thoughts, turmoil, sin, … More SO FEW PLEASURES LEFT
It’s the end of where I’ve been and the beginning of where I need to go. It’s a long road I’ve shortened. While standing under the shade of where I want to be, I hold time and watch its hands; it stops for no one. Every memory has its own weight. Darkness has the … More TRY AGAIN
The vestibule reacted with a swirling of music; hands clapping, people opening with generosity of song. The stone floor echoed like a thousand flat stones skipping on smooth waters. Leaded colored glass spread its glow across filled pews. Words of faith warmed the room. Emotions resembled a layer of deep water, solid and without interruption. … More TOGETHER
A wave of voices claims pastures of air lifting up songs of worship and praise encouraging the downcast while healing broken hearts. The choir reaches into willing souls with keys shaped like notes turning locks and setting loose with words the breath of life.
…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 fingers of her hands bridged out to me, long on compassion, strong with faith, circling over the mantel of my loss like steel forming foundations through depths of how I suffered as she reaches into my pain with her prayer.
The passion of the violin stretches into a rising sound when applied with an exactness and faith, encouraging the verses among the notes, a clever idea of grace filled twice. The air salutes with respect the song, wishing it could play through the branches with such ease; even thunder boasts over tympani. The cherry orchard … More VIOLIN STRENGTH
Windowsills are portraits of life inside, the evidence of expression with colors and shapes. Each opening is a signal of suggestion from the person within; chimes, stained glass, children’s art, toothpick stickmen or paper animals. Windowsills are the eyes of buildings, watching to the “out” while welcoming the “in” with a glance.
Roger Singer 