Letter-c Day 29

Stairway to Heaven
There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to Heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Oh oh oh oh and she’s buying a stairway to Heaven
There’s a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There’s a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There’s a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who standing looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it’s whispered that soon, If we all…
All of us are guilty for wanting to know what lies ahead after we pass. Are there green meadows or is everything white and pure or is it shiny and sparkly like some of the churches I’ve been inside. (The amount of money spent on the decor, could easily feed thousands of homeless people, but that’s another rant for another day.)
When I look at the picture on the video I think of all the steps I’ve taken over the years, some were really easy and others took effort.
In my younger years when I worked during the summer for Northern Outdoors, there were steps going down to the Kennebec River at the halfway point for the white water rafters. The drivers delivered the food to the designated pick up spot on the river which was at the base of those rail road tie steps. Going down wasn’t too bad but having to go up and down them several times to deliver the food used to exhaust me initially. At summer’s end, the stairs weren’t challenging at all. I did it.
I remember going up the stairs in Philly trying to imitate Rocky with my granddaughters, I got my ass kicked. I had to pause and catch my breath every few steps. Gramma doesn’t give up. I hope they always remember that.
Yesterday, frustration got the better of me and I indulged with a favorite drink of mine. The mojito didn’t hurt anymore than if I had drank a cup of coffee or tea. But it fulfilled the quest of breaking doctor’s orders when it has less impact than later on. I enjoyed the drink, especially the fresh mint from the garden. I don’t know if you’ve had a mojito but for me as I drink it I loved chewing on the mint too. Nothing worse than going to a bar and there’s only one piece of mint… grrrrrr. I felt sated with one and didn’t want another. Sometimes, you just have to satisfy the urge, so the focus goes away.
Carston and Jordi helped me get my grandson’s poem to the place I needed. Both of these men love writing poetry like me. The brevity of words is more powerful when making a statement. Char sent me a poetry submission link, I’m sharing it with both as well as submitting Johnny’s poem and a couple more of mine that I wrote trying to process my grief.
I fear almost night
Defiant skies of crimson
Bloodied into streams
Of unconscious truth-seeking
justifiable remorse
antics of a boy
invincible illusions
echo silently
reverberations define
manufactured martyrdom
no creatures devour
human centered ignorance
the stench is all ours
Words boldly impressed
Scribbles upon broken soul
An author’s remorse

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