Aluah Light
Even in the midst of a storm,
Aluah is given a rainbow.
Aluah Light Prelude
In a literary sense, most of my writings are about tragedy; even though, most of the time I am a very happy, cheerful man.
While many of my writings involve deep emotion or require intense concentration to read, most of the writings in ‘Aluah Light’ are hopefully a little less serious, and if you would allow me to say, maybe a bit lighter.
In a literary sense, most of my writings are about tragedy; even though, most of the time I am a very happy, cheerful man.
While many of my writings involve deep emotion or require intense concentration to read, most of the writings in ‘Aluah Light’ are hopefully a little less serious, and if you would allow me to say, maybe a bit lighter.
Along Their Way
There are things We don’t know Or dare to say Or can’t even stand up for To defend in ourselves; But sometimes, somehow, Someday those are the things That build strength in us So we can recognize That we are the ones Who can help others Along their way. Always Sometimes we never take time To eat the fish we catch, Because we’re always fishing. Sometimes we never take time To play the games we know, Because we’re always watching. Sometimes we never take time To love what isn’t bought, Because we’re always shopping. |
Crumbs
Have you ever noticed how we Tend to throw our crumbs away. For example, we butter our toast And crumbs fall on the bread board. What do we do with them. We are quite quick to consider Them waste and promptly wisk Them into the garbage can. But what are crumbs made of And where did they come from. They came from the same thing That we prepared and plan to eat. I actually have found that crumbs Are quite palatable and edible, And even serve well As miniature croutons Or garnishment adding Crunch and flavor to life. |
Houses, Roads, and Women
No matter how many houses I have lived in, I still live in all of them. No matter how many roads I have traveled on, I still travel on all of them. No matter how many women I have kissed, I still kiss all of them. Old houses, rough roads, and soft kisses -- I still account for each and every one of them. |