Falling

the sky is far away
ground is getting closer
looking up I see forever, eternity, bliss
but falling
it gets clearer i know its there
no denying life after death
but falling
grass is tall, hard to grasp what will heal
help me, help them,
slippery and falling
closer to the earth
want to rise, want to rejoice
but falling
dirt on my face, smells fresh, alive
clouds above show truth and light
rain brings clean air
tis good
but falling
hoping the mud will bring a river
to lift to another place
but falling
rushing to lower ground, out to sea
to greater depths but
waves can lift, crest, swirling on
endless, maybe
but at least not falling

Blame the Dog!

I need to be better at this blogging thing..... I really need to be better at a lot of things. It seems that we are always being reminded to up our game, so to speak. Well I'm tired. My mind knows what needs to happen. Exercise, clean, organize, donate, serve, teach, work, save, and so forth. My body says, Sleep, leave the cleaning for someone else, keep, read, spend, and relax. I think that this is a common struggle for most but it seems to be weighing on me more than normal these days. Maybe it's the economy or maybe my own silly ways. Actually I take that back, it's the kids! Yep, that's it. Those silly kids. Making the mom weary. I wonder if I did this to my mother? That this is some sort of payback. No, couldn't be. It's the dog. You can always blame the dog.