A brighter son you couldn't find amongst Ms. B's 9 children. Stars twinkled, smoldered and burned brightly in Jeremiah's eyes as he gazed upwards at the island sun. Yet his restless spirit simultaneously scanned the horizon in constant search for brighter suns....
This is the preamble to A Story that’s been a long time coming.
Stories give meaning and structure to our fabricated lives.
They provide a framework for our existence... A Springboard for change.
Tend the Fire.. Feed the Embers:
St Elmo’s story is Coming soon to A kindle near you
Come out of sadness from wherever you've been
Come broken-hearted, let rescue begin
Come find your mercy, oh sinner come kneel
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can't heal
With Ms Gaye Boston you get no opportunity for your driving lane to “stop here” Instead she sends you hurtling along as she careens through her journey. Her offering is at once witty and refreshing, but full of guile.
Even as this author breaks through the speed limits at deceptively dizzying speeds, through dark spaces and triumphant hairpin turns, her precision of thought is astounding. You the reader will not be permitted to go lazily along for a 10 mile ride, instead, you’ll be forced to examine the seat of your own discomfiture, relinquish your death grip on your life and grow into your greatness…all the while being young and beautiful and openly Gaye…
No straightforward tales of woe here. Ms Boston, assumes your fluency in humanistics. And if your illiteracy in such matters defeats you on your first try, O gentle reader, then… No Guff, use your rereading strategies! Then again, alas you may be… yet young...but not to worry you’re, coming …you’ll see it in your eye skin, hear it in your heartbeat and feel it in your spirit when it’s time for Growing Young.
Way across the Green
Keen attention to dots of colors
Flowers of joy and peace rising
Taking you miles from the task at hand
Land staking claim to skull and bones
Moans and groans intermingle with squeaks and screeches
Speeches of hope and eternal rest
Breast full of pain and sorrow
Tomorrow still to come
But, today demands your attention,
Pretensions will never quite fully
Dull the sounds of the Pulley
But, try as it may,
Can never fully
Place in its hold
The soul of the unencumbered spirit rising
I am possessed by God's Love and I have no options.