Author Archives: W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer and a poet.

Traveling

Have I been traveling the wrong path? The sun is shining and I see no clouds. I am surrounded by positive energy. My spirit is strong as I proceed. The power of God’s love fills me with hope. Will He … Continue reading

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My Guidance

I suspect now that my memory of yesterday is a poor predictor of my future. I am learning that each day stands alone. I fail when I project what tomorrow will bring. I knew I would be sleepy today. I … Continue reading

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Near the River

There is a small village near the river. The sun shines on it to bring a great bounty. Plants and animals grow strong through the summer. On lazy evenings, all join together in a quiet song. They sing with joy … Continue reading

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Jewels in the Sky

See the jewels in the sky—they each are a precious world. Someday you may walk on one. Someday you will travel far. Sometimes, I expect too much from the future. I want to promise you the journey that fills my … Continue reading

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A Small Path

In the forest, a small path is hiding. I found it after a long search. The builders of the road have left. Local animals use the trail each day. I watch carefully, but there is nothing. Rumors claim that the … Continue reading

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Aging Shoes

My shoes have reached middle age. Their soles are worn. The laces, badly frayed. They were a gift from years ago. I love their vibrant colors. I value these shoes highly. They are pleasant to wear. My feet are happy … Continue reading

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A Distant Strength

The distant mountain has a silent strength. The beckoning heights fill my imagination. I wish I could visit its slopes soon. I have gone away to travel the world. Other mountains fill my memory. Their shapes vary; their colors change. … Continue reading

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