face (plural faces)
Noun
(anatomy) The front part of the head, featuring the eyes, nose, and mouth and the surrounding area. "She has a pretty face."
One's facial expression.
"Why the sad face?"
The public image; outward appearance.
"The face of this company."
"He managed to show a bold face despite his embarrassment."
"Every face that tells a story
mystery, love and tallied glory
Some, are full of self conflicted pain
others, hold a wealth of gain
This skin that brings out these feelings
wrinkled frowns and lowered ceilings
Skies that meet the earth, as one
horizons, filled on water's clouded sun
Tree tops bend, to meet my vision
tilted heads, on humbled mission
Eyes that squint, to greet thy fate
contorted faces, half cocked wishing gait
Pensive, are the ones that squirm
preoccupied, with life's insipid germ
Into realms of fantasy, we gaze
relieving thoughts, of truth we haze
No matter what, our faces paint
these pictures, far from heaven's saint
Until one day, we lie down still
at peace and in love, expressions fill".
by Jon Coe
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
In Memorandum
Papaw Gentle 10/13/25 - 3/17/09
Huntsville, Alabama
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
"and with your final heartbeat
kiss the world goodby,
and go in peace and laugh on glory side
and fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and live."
Huntsville, Alabama
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
"and with your final heartbeat
kiss the world goodby,
and go in peace and laugh on glory side
and fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and live."
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
..the fourteen year old love of my life...
I had to bribe him but Brian finally allowed me to watch and film him practice his horn.... :)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Horton Foote - 1917-2009
"Often cited as one of America's most beloved dramatists, Horton Foote has shown an unmatched ability to capture the very essence of small-town life, a talent that became the life-blood of his career since its earliest days. From his Oscar-winning and unforgettably moving adaptation of To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) to such introspective original works as Tender Mercies (1983) and (1985) The Trip to Bountiful, Foote had a way of crafting characters who speak directly to the soul with honesty and sincerity."
Not my words but I heartily agree..
Silence the music and watch these touching videos.
Not my words but I heartily agree..
Silence the music and watch these touching videos.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Father Abraham
Nothin' much going on here so though I'd repost one of my favorites.. hard to believe he's 11 years old now...time flies...
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