Another year is coming to a close, Seasonal highlights await in celebratory spendor.
Promising to capture those moments of eternal memories, cast in momentary images displayed in frames and photo albums scattered across our years as proof of our experiences and existance.
Some happy, some sad and some loaded in remaniscient conversation and explanation ready to leap from our tongues at the moment of invitaion.
Another Year awaits, the unstoppable start of the race through the seasons of time and change.
This past year has engaged great change for this journeymen, change seemingly the only component in life that is constant these days.
Like Jack Frost touches everything on a deep northern February morning in Central New York State. Time, like our frosty friend also waves its magical fridgid expression of change along the icy current of time. Each face, each voice will be forced to grip change. No one, rich or poor is unable to hide its spells.
Our reflections reveal that youth is like a season in our journey in time, inner peace eases the impact and wisdom enlightens the load for the lucky soul.
Unanswered dreams and unspoken expression becomes the haunting hopes of
many. Fight the process and ignore its rendering of times accountable touch and misery will be your company.
Looking back over our path provides wisdom to the young willing to lend an ear and apply the chance of change. Oh the joy found in a young soul willing to allow wisdom to seep into its being. The elation fills the cooling soul of the wise ones as they watch the gift of life lived to its fullest expresion lived out before there eyes.
I am thankful for those I have loved and cherish the joys that fill me. Regret is forced into submission by the willingness to realize things that truly matter.
When the body is tired and can journey no more I will journey the mental whisper of reminiscent reenactments of the moments I have loved most.
It is my prayer that joyful glimpses of endearing moments will harmonize with the memories of my childrens laughter. Willingly taking my final expression of life with a smile in the face of the final seasons of change.
Should a horrific claim cut my journey short, I believe to absent from the body is to be present with the lord, and peace and time will carry me like a breeze through the forrests to season that changes no more.
Promising to capture those moments of eternal memories, cast in momentary images displayed in frames and photo albums scattered across our years as proof of our experiences and existance.
Some happy, some sad and some loaded in remaniscient conversation and explanation ready to leap from our tongues at the moment of invitaion.
Another Year awaits, the unstoppable start of the race through the seasons of time and change.
This past year has engaged great change for this journeymen, change seemingly the only component in life that is constant these days.
Like Jack Frost touches everything on a deep northern February morning in Central New York State. Time, like our frosty friend also waves its magical fridgid expression of change along the icy current of time. Each face, each voice will be forced to grip change. No one, rich or poor is unable to hide its spells.
Our reflections reveal that youth is like a season in our journey in time, inner peace eases the impact and wisdom enlightens the load for the lucky soul.
Unanswered dreams and unspoken expression becomes the haunting hopes of
many. Fight the process and ignore its rendering of times accountable touch and misery will be your company.
Looking back over our path provides wisdom to the young willing to lend an ear and apply the chance of change. Oh the joy found in a young soul willing to allow wisdom to seep into its being. The elation fills the cooling soul of the wise ones as they watch the gift of life lived to its fullest expresion lived out before there eyes.
I am thankful for those I have loved and cherish the joys that fill me. Regret is forced into submission by the willingness to realize things that truly matter.
When the body is tired and can journey no more I will journey the mental whisper of reminiscent reenactments of the moments I have loved most.
It is my prayer that joyful glimpses of endearing moments will harmonize with the memories of my childrens laughter. Willingly taking my final expression of life with a smile in the face of the final seasons of change.
Should a horrific claim cut my journey short, I believe to absent from the body is to be present with the lord, and peace and time will carry me like a breeze through the forrests to season that changes no more.
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