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    Musings
    Musings
    Musings
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    Musings

    By David Mowrey

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    Voices That Bless - finding comfort in the protection of the angels

    Life Is Beautiful - written for a friend going through an emotional crisis.

    Walking Hand and Hand - uses the seasons of the year to describe a loving relationship from it’s beginning until death.

    Timeless Beauty – correction: a poem I had an idea for and fve years later, Sept 5, 2006, I met the women of my dreams whom I married.

    Hidden Within the Darkness – seeking answers and discovering that they may lie within our own souls

    The River Home – The use of symbolism and a young man’s journey.

    Angels of the Light – a story of faith, loss of faith, and that God is a forgiving God.

    Freedom’s Light – a man of faith living in a violent world finally finds peace.

    Flower’s Under the Sun - God speaks to us in many ways, we just have to listen.

    The Old Man in the Clouds takes a different angle from the other stories. But, we all have choices to make in life and the key is making the right choices and listening to the right advice.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid Mowrey
    Release dateMay 25, 2011
    ISBN9781458017352
    Musings
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    David Mowrey

    Married with five children and six grandchildren. Plus two dogs. Lifelong paramedic. Lives in Fort Worth, Texas

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      Book preview

      Musings - David Mowrey

      Poems and Stories

      By David Mowrey

      Copyright 2011 David Mowrey

      Smashwords Edition

      Table Of Contents

      1. Voices That Bless

      2. Life Is Beautiful

      3. Hidden Within the Darkness

      4. Walking Hand in Hand

      5. Timeless Beauty

      6. The River Home

      7. Angels of the Light

      8. Freedom's Light

      9. Flowers Under the Sun

      10.The Old Man in the Clouds

      Voices That Bless

      Winds blow softly through the trees, their

      voices embrace me.

      Gentle breezes caress the leaves, and the

      voices brush against my very being.

      As leaves sway with the wind, their

      voices touch my heart and soul.

      Winds blow softly, and the

      voices of angels bless me.

      Life is Beautiful

      Beneath a comforting

      cloud, Safe from the burning

      sun.

      Adrift like a rose petal floating in the

      sky, Searching downward upon my distant

      self.

      Finding that even within darkened

      shadows, Life is still and ever

      beautiful.

      Hidden Within the Darkness

      I wander through a void of darkness,

      searching for the Light.

      I ask myself why.

      I stumble about feeling lost,

      thinking I must understand

      Still I ask why.

      In brief moments of calm,

      I see flashes of clarity that call to me.

      They speak softly soothing my questions of why.

      As the darkness surrounds me,

      I search for the Light.

      Asking why.

      I wander and search,

      knowing where the answer can be found.

      Comfort lies within the Light that tells me why.

      Walking Hand in Hand

      We walk hand in hand

      through life.

      My spirit lifted,

      held aloft by her love.

      In the cool winter air

      her voice sings like satin

      brushing softly upon my ears.

      Her skin feeling as warm visions against the blue sky,

      beautiful and gentle

      to my touch.

      On crisp spring mornings

      I see her face glowing

      like flowers blooming

      under a rising sun.

      When she walks her footsteps dance

      like meadows of tall grass under an early breeze

      into my heart.

      On warm summer days

      her auburn hair flows

      as ocean waves caress the shore.

      Watching her eyes

      I see the heavens

      in the warm stars

      surrounding my very being.

      In autumn as leaves fall

      she embraces me

      like an angel from above.

      As the years pass

      I feel comfort.

      and I am

      held aloft by her love.

      Timeless Beauty

      Walking on the horizon

      of my mind. I

      see her distantly

      like a star that ever shines.

      She dances with

      every step. Her

      bare feet caress the

      dew covered grass.

      Her body slides and turns

      like a ballet. Her

      hands raise to

      embrace the clouds.

      My mind reaches out

      to touch her. I

      feel the warmth and

      soothing of her skin.

      My soul is at peace by

      her grace. My

      eyes ever see her

      timeless beauty.

      The River Home

      ONE

      Heart pounding,

      Breath coming in heavy gasps,

      Every muscle tense.

      Leaning forward in anticipation,

      He waited for the command.

      He felt detached from all that was around him. Afraid but excited, he was acutely aware of all the activity up and down the line. Men shifting their weight to ease the cramps they developed from the long march and now the seemingly unending delay of the attack. An occasional dry cough, leaves being stepped on and sporadic whispers intruded upon the silence.

      Without conscious effort, he checked and rechecked his musket. Frequently he eyed the powder to ensure that it was dry. Using his shirt, he would wipe the sweat from his hands and gripped his weapon with tightened fists. No longer fearing if he would fight bravely, he crouched and watched the enemy line in the distance.

      Suddenly he could hear the roll of thunder. Looking to the right, he saw his commanding general riding high atop a giant black horse. The sun reflected off the general's saber he held above his head as the horse raced down the line behind the soldiers. The galloping hooves pounded the ground as the general shouted the command. His harsh voice, bellowing and spewing forth, could be heard, Chaaaaarge! Charge you bastaaaaards!

      Like a tremendous explosion, the mass of men burst forward as one. And he, no longer feeling apart from them, was running side-by-side with his fellow soldiers. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were drawn tight as he advanced toward the enemy line. The strength of the soldier's voices pounded through him.

      Kill 'em!

      Rip their gray hearts out!

      Shoot the sons-of-bitches!

      Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!

      Though aware of their screams and curses, he could not hear his own. For they were lost in with all the rest. And he continued forward to the enemy. His eardrums vibrated from the cannon balls firing over their heads. Smoke surged upward. With the whine of the minnie balls shooting past, he saw the grey line fifty yards ahead. And he charged forth.

      With a massive force, he was flipped backward as a musket found its target in his chest. As if in slow motion, his body was tossed up and over as he fell to the ground. No longer the fierce soldier, he cried out in pain. The agony tearing through to his very soul. He lay on the damp, cold grass as the other soldiers raced on to their own destiny and his blood spilt to the ground.

      And as he lay dying, he remembered back to a simpler time.

      TWO

      Sleeping soundly, the small boy rolled over and slowly slid out of the bed. He hit the floor with a soft thud. Confused, he sat up and looked around. Unsure of what to do, he sat there and gently cried for his mother. Rubbing the tears from his eyes with tiny fists, he saw his mother pull the curtain back to enter his sleeping area of the cabin. He reached upward to her as she picked him up and held him.

      Oh Samuel. It's okay. Mama will make it better. His mother stood and rocked him in her arms.

      Mama, I fell out of bed, he whimpered.

      I know darling. Mama knows. She rubbed his back. Do you want to go down to the river with Mama. We'll sit and listen to the water.

      Yes Mama. Let's go to the river. Samuel quit crying as his mother held him.

      Samuel's mother quietly carried him to the door of their two-room cabin and set him down on the floor. Sit there so Mama can undo the bolt. We have to be quiet so we don't wake your Pa.

      Watching his mother lift up the heavy bolt of the door, he sat patiently on the floor. Samuel could hear his father snoring as he felt the cool night air rush into the cabin from the doorway. His mother picked him up and they went out into the warm night.

      He pointed to the stars and said, Mama, see the lights?

      Oh yes! Aren't they pretty.? She made her way down the short dirt path to the river, which she had walked many times over the past few years. The river, the Kankakee, which fed into the Illinois River, had been the final leg of

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