I am wandering but am not lost

It’s a cold and windy day,
But that didn’t stop her from stopping by to see the river on her way,
She hurried and walked by the river,
She sat and watched the view.

Then continued with her walk,
Following where her feet takes her,
Soon she was on the bridge,
She stood on the bridge all by herself and watched the view.

It was getting colder with the winds from the almost frozen river,
But she continued with her walk,
Crossing the bridge,
And she walked and watched the view from the other side.

All the views was different and unique,
And it’s the view of the same river,
She continued walking back,
Rubbing her hands to keep herself warm.

Suddenly an old man sitting in the nearby bench calls out asking if she was lost and if she needed help,
She smiled and replied “I am just wandering but I am not lost”,
He points to a flask he is holding asking her “Coffee ?”

She couldn’t resist the invitation in the freezing cold,
She could use a warm drink before her walk back,
She nodded and sat next to him,
Unscrewing the cap he pours piping hot black coffee.

Sipping coffee they chatted about their favorite view of the river,
He loves his Miracle river from where he is sitting right then,
She loves the Potomac river when she sees from the middle of the bridge,
They spoke passionately about why they like what they love about each view.

They parted shaking hands,
She thanking him for the coffee and him thanking her for the company,
With a look they both knew,
What they spoke had deeper meaning than just the view.

She walked back hurriedly,
But stopped by in the middle of the bridge to see her view,
And waves to the old man still sitting on the bench,
And she continues back with her walk questioning if she is wandering or lost.

~The End~

Picture : Bridge across the Potomac River by George Washington Parkway, Washington DC.

It’s the first snow of the season,
Looking beautiful as it falls,
Mesmerizing your mind,
Making you pause to admire the beauty,
Feeling the soft pure white snow,
Melting instantly as it touches you,
And yet you surrender for the beautiful moment,
When you know it will melt again,
Making you forget about the sun.

No one wants to talk about death,
But there is nothing to be scared talking about it,
When you lie down facing the ceiling,
Seeing people wearing bluish green scrubs working on you,
And all you can do is wait,
You have all the time to think about life and death.

No one wants to talk about death,
But there is nothing to be scared talking about it,
You think of instant electric cremation in the place where you die,
Placing the ashes in a beautiful urn to be taken back home where you were born,
You don’t want to give any trouble carrying a lifeless body,
You don’t want anyone to remember the face of a lifeless body.

No one wants to talk about death,
But there is nothing to be scared talking about it,
Resting the ashes at home in the birth place,
Singing beautiful country songs,
Family and friends wearing their best colorful clothes with smiles of good times,
Planting beautiful flowers on the grave.

No one wants to talk about death,
But there is nothing to be scared talking about it,
The resting place becomes a place of beauty with flowers blooming,
Passer by stops to smell the fragrance of the flowers,
Visiting your resting place someday by your kins will be the only connection to your birthplace,
Knowing that you would rest in peace.

Drown it in your wine,
It’s best to leave it unspoken,
When you are angry,
For words spoken with anger may cause grief breaking a tender heart.

Drown it in your silence,
It’s best to leave it unspoken,
When you are upset,
For words spoken in a disordered state may lose a soul.

Drown it in your tears,
It’s best to leave it unspoken,
When you are hurt,
For words spoken in pain reflects raw reality causing rejections from the humans.

Spoken or unspoken Words,
Both may cause to break any relationships,
But spoken words are never forgotten,
And unspoken words have room for forgiveness.