Labyrinth of Miracles

There is a ghost living at my house and he can be as quiet as a mouse. but he can be a trickster too and often likes to drop a shoe. When is comes to planting time he hides the seeds so you can't find. I smell the fires he sometimes starts And though I search both high and low There is no fire I can find. Just the smell of burning logs. When it comes to evening time I smell the fire of olden times.

 Paper Doll Tears If only you would look in the box in the hall under the attic stairs. You would find paper dolls With gold and flaxen hair. The bodies may be worn and them clothes torn and you can see the traces of tears  on their faces. The paper dolls you see how sad they look with tear stains on their cheeks For the many years  they have lain here waiting to be spied by a child inside who will again dress them with care. When at last they are loved The sadness will pass and the paper doll’s tears will at last disappear. 8-10-2007

Quote from Stephen Grellet "We shall pass this way on Earth but once,  if there is any kindness we can show,  or good act we can do,  let us do it now,  for we will never pass this way again."  

 Every morning in the quiet of the day My mind races with things I might say. There was an explosion in my head Of many things I left unsaid. I wonder if I could ever share Those images my mind did snare.