Treasures Stories

Perched on a craggy outcrop, staring out to sea, the priest opened his mind and his heart to God. In such wild and lonely places, he felt closest to his Maker and His divine word. He was not a young man, and knew his role as a travelling preacher, bringing God’s message to those isolated enough to be those starved of it, would not last forever. Previously, he could put in a day’s march in cold and damp weather over the na...

Grand summer Saturday Driving to a friends house Slowing for traffic ahead Cars lining both sides of the street Sign in a yard Estate Sale Today Inner voice says stop and look too Peoples things not needed anymore Furniture, house goods, books and in a corner sat a tin box Dusty forgotten long ago Small lock keeping guard on its treasures How much you call out 15 dollars is the respond but there is no key A smile breaks y...

Staring at a photo of brambles I see.Dusky mist filtering around each tree. Foggy haze, spooky shadows, tangled limbs.Reminds me of fairytales heard, by Grimm. To my mind, The Old Woman in the Wood.Or 7 Dwarfs working for the common good. Princes and Princesses, Witches and Elves. Memories of books on grandma's shelves.Hearing the stories, remembering the images. As we journeyed through castle filled villages. Sitting snu...

Writing for me, a new beginning. Allowed to express myself fresh. Full of thoughts, yarns spinning. I am a man, of simple pleasures. Heirlooms, not many to leave. Maybe words, my only treasures. Things stored, long locked away. Keys unlock, bringing to the page. Stories, rhymes, live another day. Knowledge held, not passed along. Are stories, thoughts, forever lost. Sharing, may make another strong. Spread my wings, embra...