Wet Stamps

Remind me
What it feels like
To buy an envelope
And lick the stamp on it
Seal my letter to you
With kisses

Remind me what it is like
To do the things that really matter
Take one moment
To put pen to paper
With words meant for you
Then slowly lick the stamp

Making it wet
Will only make me feel
That much closer to you
As wet as a fishy fish
Swimming in a wet lake
on a warm summer day

imadon @ 2007

Missing the bus on a Friday

I almost missed the bus last Friday
But even though I caught it
I am not sure I really wanted to
Because walking sometimes brings back memories of
Strolling in the garden of life


No one likes to miss the bus on the road of life
Or likes someone who hops off in the middle of the journey
Who suddenly stops
Doing the little important things
We all need someone who will think of us
And tell us
That they care

Sometimes we let the world
Get in the way
Of caring
Of giving
And sharing the joys of living
We get caught up in the world
And the expectations of the world
And forget the needs of others
And ourselves

Sometimes its is good to miss the bus
Along the road of life
And get the chance to think
About the people in our lives
What they mean to us
And what we mean to them
Lest we forget the things that are truly important

Sometimes we need to pause
Along the road of life
And get off the ever moving bus
And take a walk in the garden of life
And reflect on what is really important
As we live our lives

Imadon @ 2007

Back to the garden

So often I am reminded
That "God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son"
This makes it easy to love the people
You meet as you travel
Through the garden of life
Some journeys may be long
Other's short
But in the end
It is all road,
One destiny
Whether we are ready or not

Imadon @ 2007