damsel arise

tonight i took mamma down to Gainesville to stay the weekend with my brother Lewis. it was raining on the way home. i stopped at the New Zion cemetery to check out the name of the person who had the john deere tractor atop their grave, that i entered in the farm bureau photo contest. i came on back from the far back and again, the dove drew me in. it wasn't till seeing afterward, what appeared to be another dove rising from the trees.
today some answers came. out of nowhere, razziel, my old roommate from florida southern sent me an email saying he was thinking of us and praying. i replied. that was good to hear briefly from him. two, Nikki texted me and gave me some info on Landon at Misawa. that helped.
so slowly, things happen.
i am one to want things to happen quickly.
i want the Lord to say, damsel, arise, now, not in the resurrection.
i learned or am learning, that people just are not interested in all my verbiage and carrying on with poetry that i do. i usually do it to elicit a response i hope beyond the ordinary, easy pretty or nice, but it never happens.
today, Tom Sturch, a poet I like, finally replied to something. He liked my selfie of my eye. it was about the only like. he said, greatest selfie ever. I even included what i thought a somewhat profound statement. again, ignored. totally. what's up with people?
too much time on my hands, too little time on their hands. i often forget that i am a bum and not working, but sitting here mostly typing and posting away, way too much for my own good.