Some Personal things - writings

Feb 18 2023

This is a work in progress converting one page to a new format.

The roads of time runs long and lonely.
It is a road ever filled with places of beauty and of pain.
To travel this road alone is a sad tale.
But to travel it with a friend is a gladness that fills the heart.

all original works are
Copyrighted © 1996 - 2002
by Timothy Lungstrom


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timothy@lungstrom.com


Light of Time
You feel a presence beside you
His whispers guides your way
His touch on your hand calms your fear
He shows you a light before you
You hear the calling your name
You turn to thank him
But he is no longer there
You enter the warmth of the healing light
Your life left behind
You smile and see what awaits you
Beyond the light of time



Twilight Time
Sunset, brightness and dark
And end and a beginning
From sunrise to sunset we travel
The daytime is our lives
But sunset is resting time
For we rest and watch
And life is renewed for a while
Before the night hold is upon us
And we remember the sunset
For there our thoughts are
The peace and calm of this twilight time



City Lights, [this city]

There is always light in this city. Burning, glowing, seeing the streets below.
There is always life in this city. Coming, going, moving in the streets below.
There is always death in this city. Changing, ending, crying in the streets below.
There is always light in this city. Watching, winking, learning in the streets below.



Dark Halls
Dark is the night when his spirit is near
Dark is his thoughts as he roams the halls
With lamps dim he waits for the dawn
And the coming of the new age



Life's Candle
Candle flame burns low
Its light casting no shadows in the darkness
Time is measured by its movement
Life waits for the candle to end
For at its end, his soul will be at peace



Dark is the Waters
Dark waters cold and deep
Fast waters to the sea
Falling over the stones of time
Endlessly searching for its rest
Dark is the soul of these waters
Dark is the sea of this man
Forever seeking the rest he needs
Forever flowing from sea to land
Dark is the waters of aloneness


Spirit
He that is of the spirit
has gone to the high places.
His presence is felt there
and he knows joy.



Soaring Spirit
He spirit soars among the clouds
for his joy fills his soul with song.
His presence is felt there
and his love is the breeze
that warms you to the soul.



Straight and Strong
Straight, true, solid is your wall
Stone upon stone, life upon life
Someone built you with loving care
Hands moving with skill to shape your features
One block at a time
Straight, true, solid is your wall
Straight, true, solid is your life
Strong enough to last the ages to come



One Tree Falls
One tree falls in the forest
One branch is moved aside
One life falls in the forest
One heart is brushed by
One child is brought to the forest
One hand is held tight
One dream is brought to the forest
One hopes with all his might
One life is shared with the forest
One day before it is gone

the price
he touches the web
it gives slightly with his weight
he glides across the dew filled silken strands
as a skater on sparkling ice
his dance is seen by the path he weaves
as he glides his way through the morning dew

then he feels a quiver in his steps
some else is on this web
he quickens his pace
racing across the dew with his bundle tight
but it is too late
once more she has found him

he drops his precious bundle
then quickens his pace
the quiver sops
he slows then turns to face her
knowing she could still finish the chase

relief spread through his wet feet
once again safe
but at a price
she always must have her price
for this day
the web is hers