Friday, December 05, 2003

a trip to town. to shop. catch a movie. mingle with crowds. soak in the merry atmosphere. check out strangers. hang-out with friends. have a good time. relax. after all these? nothing else except repeating 'em all over again. freedom is actually pretty boring. yearning for freedom is real different from experiencing first-hand endless freedom. well, guess i'll ground myself home for the weekend. christmas is just round the corner! a poem i personally find endearing:

Quiet strolls on moonlight nights,
a playground's endles laughter,
Nloming roses in the spring,
the glow the morning after.

Walking barefoot in the grass,
a poem that makes you cry,
The feel of silk upon your skin,
an eagle when it flies.

Love songs on the radio,
old couples holding hands,
Newborn kittens nursing,
enthusiastic fans.

Sitting on a porch swing,
sipping lemonade,
Admiring the beauty
in all that God has made.

Watching fora shooting star,
a breeze that cools things down,
The firstsnow of the winter,
a night out of the town.

Little acts of kindness,
a loving word or two,
Simple thing to treasure,
these things I wish for you.

James | 8:47 PM