These are some shots I took with my free SkyView App and iPhone5E. I usually make some commentary but I just listened to Searching For A Rainbow by Marshall Tucker and now Pink Floyd from The Wall is on and I'll just leave them there for you to ponder.
My last post as well as A Mist Filled Hill garnered a bit of feedback from some friends. They asked if I was OK, if I was feeling paranoid or aggressive. If I was feeling like a sniper or something. Well, not hardly but sometimes my thoughts wander and I find myself expressing things that need to be considered for their context and content.
I won't begin to express my thoughts on the Florida School shooting other than to express my heart felt sympathies for the families. But they should know their loved ones did not die in vain. They are a part of history, and their souls are comforted by the angels and He who sits at the right side of the Father. They passed from this life as victims and martyrs caught up in a battle of exposing evil before it could do even greater damage to the innocent souls that satan and his unholy like prey on. May your souls rest for a short time before you continue your journey.
While I was fighting for my freedom ten years ago I left several writings on the computer system. This one has a different vibe than My Enemy, Is In A Me. I hope it has brought some comfort to the inmates that may have stumbled across it in the library...simply saved as a random Word doc, as they dream of rainbows one day to come.
The Ol' Colorado Creek
She drifts along down winding currents
Thru valleys and channels of merchants
From northern waters so cold to the touch
Formed by the melt when it snows to much
Flowing south from the state of Colorado
It is a lazy wind thru the mountain hollow
She starts out as clear and bright as crystal
As she meanders thru the hills the color pixels
And by the time she hits the Texas border
Her color is like fine Brandi, only bolder
Now she's cut a million crevices deep
Over the years the stone lies in a heap
No more the sheer granite outcrops
Only darkened stone remaining for use as a prop
However, if one searches hard, gold is there
Buried deep within the mountain lion's lair
You see the Colorado River once flowed
Through out parts of Texas no one knowed
Except a handful of Spanish Conquistadors
And a pack of angry Indian scavengers
Today the gold of a lost Spanish Fleet
Lies barely covered in a little known creek
The legend has been told for to long to tell
But one things for sure, there's to much to sell
So as you paddle and motor the Colorado River
Think of a creek full of gold, it will make you shiver.
(c) Bryan A. Stross 4/19/2009 ....}....
Psalm 142
Maybe someday we'll all find the rainbow we're searching for. Finding a creek full of gold would certainly finance the effort. Take Care & All So Easy My Friends.
Marshall Tucker plays the Fillmore here in Charlotte Saturday night and I got two tickets to ride, because I heard it in a love song.
B.A.S. 2/16/2018 5:46 AM EST
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