A Week Ago

A week ago, come Sunday we sat in His house and prayed,

Asked for grace,

Walked in the light,

Inhaled the aroma of a new dawn’s day.

A week ago, come Monday we heard a covey flush,

The call of the wild,

A cool north wind,

Daybreaks frost and its icy crunch.

A week ago, come Tuesday we looked towards the stars amazed

Asked for forgiveness,

Health for those loved,

For life at a slower pace.

A week ago, come Wednesday, you answered those prayers we prayed,

Strengthened our bonds,

Greeted new neighbors with welcoming arms

 Filled each heart with loving grace.

A week ago, come Thursday we sat as our children played,

Remembered our youth

Laughed at old stories

Talked about how we’d aged

A week ago, come Friday we sang, then reminisced

Shared old photos on a page

Drank spiked lemonade

Spoke of those sadly missed

A week ago, come Saturday my good friend sat over there

Now as we speak

And tell old jokes

We stare at his empty chair

A week ago, come next Sunday, the day after Saturday lights

We realized that time had quickly grown shorter

Days passed without sleep

Past lives and good times drifted past in the night.

Johnny Johnston
Johnny Johnstonhttp://www.blufengr-art.com/
An artist/writer as well as graduate of the University of South Carolina with degrees in journalism/20th Century American Literature, and retired senior executive of several international hotel/resort corporations, Johnny is the product of the south having been raised in the ever-changing transient lifestyle of a Carolina coastal resort. A point where he discovered, within his 300-year-old heritage and the world's dramatic social/cultural shifts during the late '60s to early 80’s an ambitious hunger and overwhelming curiosity to touch, see and become a participant in the virtually unlimited possibilities offered to those who wish for and seek life experiences. A journey which when hearing its details initially makes one a bit skeptical, questioning its validity as it is hard to imagine that incidents such as these may have crossed one man’s lifetime. This is the fodder required to step into zones exposing one's personal inner self, which many of his paintings and the words he writes do, openly. An ability to see and hear the tragic, beautiful, accomplished, exciting journey in a life free of inhibitions allowing others the opportunity to live vicariously and become, through his works, a part of its future. His larger works which have been featured in several Colorado and Fredericksburg Texas galleries and resorts have produced a number of collectors and fans. However, over the years, his paintings are mostly viewed by friends, enthusiastic new artist encountered on the streets or a small number of acquaintances he meets when dining in local cafés with his wife.

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    • Thank you Len, that means a great deal. My sole reason for writing is to engage the senses and stimulate the mind.