Thomas Canull
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lighthouse leads me on
lost in the fog that surrounds His light calls me home. the sun will arise the wind will blow where it may moon comforts our sleep. noise oft fills the air yet the quiet drowns my soul silence leaves me deaf |
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first frost on the trees first taste of bitter cold winds first night by the hearth. a brief one act play you are the lead fate directs God is the author. each mountain you climb prepares you for life's valleys rest by the river. |
series of moments life is connected by time vanishes like wind. let yesterday go your hope is in tomorrow watch for the sunrise. on a mountain top was it the mountain that called or was it the climb. |
focus on sunsets doorway to all tomorrows take wing like God's doves. trust is a strong bridge built across a great abyss of uncertainty. the past is not there do not try to re-connect dreams cannot be hugged. |
ripples on the pond echoes of a moment past darting dragonfly. those not forgiving burn the bridge of forgiveness they must someday cross. distant mountain range grasses dancing in the wind one lone cloud drifts by. |
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emerald green pools her eyes as cold as her heart take my breath away familiar lyrics gently kiss the morning breeze birds singing their songs must have been a dream that moment our souls touched only sadness left. |
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flower by the road beautiful despite the dust desert rose. life like a good book cannot wait to get started wonder how it ends sun slid down the sky slow moon rising takes it's place respite from the world. |
a candle with age gives off more vibrant light shadows in the dark listen to the sound silence echoes all around quiet in the wood. thunder you can hear a storm you can almost feel summer rumbles on. |
forgetful old man memories lost over time your heart holds the best moon between pine trees shadows dancing in the dark shade of the moonlight. happy tears sad tears God counts each and every one even those not shed |
life's a brief one act play you are the lead fate directs God is the author no need to see it you hear the rain on tall grass air is electric. sound of loneliness beats like a drum in my head echoes in my soul. |