Here is a new poem from blog member Chris Bourque.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bones From Heaven<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n She lay on the sand. It felt good to rest, Suddenly, something hard fell on her thighs. Looking closer she saw it wasn\u2019t wood It was a little late for nesting material, As she shared her story, So, she held that bone from heaven in her mind Here is a new poem from blog member Chris Bourque. Bones From Heaven She lay on the sand.A warm July day in Southeast Alaska.Little wind, endless daylight. It felt good to rest,to feel the warmth of the sun.Her eyes closed, her mind drifted.Listening to the distant tide andthe voices of her children slowly ebbingfurther and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1016","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-coming-soon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1016","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1016"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1016\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1017,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1016\/revisions\/1017"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1016"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1016"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1016"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
A warm July day in Southeast Alaska.
Little wind, endless daylight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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to feel the warmth of the sun.
Her eyes closed, her mind drifted.
Listening to the distant tide and
the voices of her children slowly ebbing
further and further away.
She felt at peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Startled, she bolted upright to see who had
disturbed her peace and
thrown what she quickly saw was a small branch.
Ready to admonish her children,
she could quickly see they were much too far away.
Getting fully to her feet, she looked around
and found no one else within sight,
No trees close by.
No way to explain this branch
that had fallen upon her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that had fallen upon her thigh, but bone.
She was sure of it.
She scanned the distant trees one more,
looking for that tell tale splash of white
amidst the green
letting her know an eagle was around,
but \u2013 nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but an eagle could have dropped part
of its\u2019 find on its way along the shore.
But, she hadn\u2019t heard the eagles piercing call,
nor did she see any in flight as she scanned the sky.
She laid back down and mused
that this was a bone fallen from heaven,
dropped to remind her of the preciousness of life.
Perhaps done as a mischievous act
by her friend who had passed away
a year ago to the day.
But where would a bone come from in heaven?
Did they have lavish feasts with ribs?
Could the bone be from a different dimension,
contact from one of her many other selves
living in nearby parallel lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
all of her family and friends
insisted it had to be a clumsy
eagle that lost part of its\u2019
nest repair load.
But as time went by,
she preferred her thought
that this was a bone from heaven.
Contact made by a lost loved one,
telling her to \u201cWake up!
There\u2019s more to life than you know.
Don\u2019t let it slip through your fingers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
as she loved her family, her friends, her life
more and more every day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"