By Chris Bunton Created perfect,From the dust of the Earth. Then, moved to the Garden,the Paradise of God. Created for a purpose,a call to tend and to keep. To garden, Paradise,To protect, the peaceful place of God. To walk with God,in the cool of the evening. Powers beyond us today,buried within us today. Total controlContinue reading “Adam”
By Chris Bunton It fits.It just simply does. My arm fits behind your head,as we lie on the bed, in the glow. Your head on my shoulder,comfortable and light. It fits.It just does. Staring at the ceiling;at the cobweb on the fan. Nobody cares. There are no thoughts,just reverie, and peace. Just to be. ItContinue reading “It Fits”
By Chris Bunton I was in prison. Most stories end that way, but not this one. It was actually the beginning of my life. A new life. A new start. In prison we can go to the commissary and buy things. When I say “go to the commissary, I mean we can stand in lineContinue reading “A Lesson in Giving”
By Chris Bunton You were in that church nursery, where they forced you to play. They made you share your toy, with that boy, who kept stealing it. They got mad, when you beat him, with that red fire truck. They said you were bad, and needed a long time out. Everyone made a bigContinue reading “Church Nursery”
By Chris Bunton We murdered our dog today. Or at least that’s how it feels.We say it’s for the best.We say he’s suffering.But, it feels like a pointless death. He ran into the vets office.A Good Boy with cancer.He tripped twice, bumping a wall,and peed for the last time. What did he think as heContinue reading “Good Boy”
We have several stray cats that live in the neighborhood. Most of them are wild. You cannot get near them or pet them. They sneak up and get food, or water, or to be nosy, but not much else. I’ve learned over the years in my spiritual walk that one of the places that humansContinue reading “The Two Kitties”
by Chris Bunton I was locked up in prison,on an aggravated charge.I had stabbed a man like me,another tough guy, just like me. I taught myself to whistle,a dozen well loved tunes.It soothed me, and brought joy;in a place where hate ruled the day. It was night, when we lock down,and I whistled out theContinue reading “Cell Block Sounds”
By Chris Bunton They tell us;“You are not entitled to anything.” But, somehow we feel that’s wrong. The birds have food,the beasts have water;and they can find a mate. They tell us;“The world is harsh,it hands you nothing.” But, humans seem to make it worse. Your rules, and laws and boundaries of the mind;enslave usContinue reading “Entitled to Love”
I want you in my life;more than anyone else. I want to hold you;till Earth fades away. I want your kiss;till we can’t breathe. I want you;while we live. Just you;till death. You;me. Free.
Sunshine through the window,lifts my heart when I’m low.It makes me smile. There’s a happiness that comes;and through my heart it runs,then sits a while.