Had I the chance to sit silently alone in this no-longer new auditorium, might I have heard the echo of your voice? The music you conducted? My younger hands applauding?
It seemed so.
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Being back in the PSHS auditorium this week for the first time since the mid-1970’s seemed a bit surreal. Pride welled in me as they honored Dad, and a very large part of me would have given anything to return to that time in my life. Not permanently, but for another round. Or two.
Photos by Marie Elena Good
Lovers and children
make paper hearts. God uses
all of creation.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
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#hockinghills
Blue Cabin at Frontier Log Cabins.
Silence, except a
crackling fire. Notebook in hand,
thoughts leaking to page.
(c) Marie Elena Good 2019
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#hockinghills
#frontierlogcabins
Photo by Keith R. Good
Pigeons in Ash Cave
Sound more like humans trying
To sound pigeon-like. 😉
(c) Marie Elena Good 2019
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#ashcave
Remember “Sky Blue?”
For me, it pales to fall’s skies
I call, “Autumn Blue.”
© Marie Elena Good 2019
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I. Keith hikes Old Man’s Cave
while I purchase a notebook
and count syllables.
II. I feel sixty one.
Yet I watch older women
hike in their dress shoes.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
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Conkles Hollow Rim Trail (200 feet above the floor). Photo by Keith R. Good
Some young couples hike
the rim trail with their babies.
I smile, while cringing.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
Back to our cabin,
where I found my heart waiting
on the front porch swing.
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Photo credit: STUX at Pixabay
Some days seem the longest long longer than a run-on sentence that fills her space with no breaks to grab a breath or bite or blink of rest and yes she’s blessed but stressed and pressed where tiny pupils move left to right left to right no end in sight no time to quench her appetite for slumber in what’s left of night just left to right left to right left to write what’s left to write …
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
(I do believe too many young moms in our midst feel just like this. 😦 )
Image courtesy of fda54 at Pixabay
authenticity
I witnessed unwitting wisdom today
when my five-year-old granddaughter said,
“I’ve never seen a lighthouse
in the desert.”
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
