J. Allen Wilson
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
I’m a widower, artist and a hopeful writer and a pacifist by nature. This coming August of 2012 would have marked our 27th wedding anniversary, but she passed away on her birthday from cancer. However I now realize what was is no more and only the future remains. Like Jesus once said many years ago and I hope I don’t miss-quote…Let the dead bury the dead.
Since Leah’s passing many things have transpired…in August of 2009 I met a very sweet and wonderful lady named Jan…she and I hit it off immediately. Life once again seemed good and worth living and we were happy. However as life is sometimes misfortune struck again when she suffered a massive brain aneurism and almost died. Nonetheless that did not negate my love for her and it grows stronger each day that passes. Now I too have cancer and have undergone treatment. I pray for a positive outcome and a long healthy life with my Jan.
After Leah’s passing I thought I could never love that deeply again, but I was wrong. I now love Jan as much as I have ever loved anyone. God is good, and second chance at perfect love is a reality. Both Jan and I are active in animal rescue and have taken many off the streets and provided them shelter and love. For you see…LOVE is the greatest gift of all…Unfortunately many fail to see its full potential. If I should never utter another word after this…my heart would say love everything and everyone with your whole being…God Bless you all.
“Life Is Too Short Not To Love”
J. Allen Wilson
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J. Allen Wilson
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Belton, SC. 29627
Birth Place: Greenville, SC USA
|Before Darkness Falls by J. Allen Wilson|
BEFORE DARKNESS FALLS Retails for 14.95 / but you can have it now for only 11.95 This is a book of poetry and prose that deals with real life issues that all of mankind comes to face. Some of the poems deal with the tenderness of love, while others speak aloud of social injustice. In this, the author attempts to reach the heart and the soul of the reader through poetic verse, which at times deals ...
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The Thanksgiving That Was and The Silver Star by J. Allen Wilson
Both men walked out of the station that day changed men. One dressed in a handmade Italian suit, the other in last year’s rags… changed by events in time, changed by separate miracles on a day bor...
“Ceremony of the Gift” by J. Allen Wilson
A short story from the heart of J. Allen Wilson...
Twice Loved and Twice Left by J. Allen Wilson
“Jimmy cried alone in the night. His moans of agony went unheard as the masses of the cold city slept unaware of the solitude of his pain.”...
A Boy and His Journey by J. Allen Wilson
He glanced around to see if anyone was nearby; there was no one around but the earth and the sky. What he thought; what if I was to just step off the edge and into eternity? Would anyone care? Would ...
The Death Of Josiah Johnson/ 2nd installment by J. Allen Wilson
“Ahem, excuse me everyone; excuse me, can I have your attention please, can I have your attention? At 7:58 this morning, the Japanese Imperial navy launched an all out attack on the American forces s...
The Death Of Josiah Johnson by J. Allen Wilson
On December the 15th just ten days before his 42nd birthday, Josiah Johnson lay dying. Though he had the best physicians that money could buy, there was little they could do. ...
The Daddy Long-Back Letters Continued by J. Allen Wilson
The Daddy Long-Back Letters by J. Allen Wilson
The Daddy Long-Back Letters
John Ansell is a successful attorney who has the world beating down his door. He has twice headed the police commissioner’s taskforce on violence and voted ma...
Train A Child In The Way He Should Go…PT. 2 by J. Allen Wilson
As I look back on this now from eyes that have seen and endured much, I often regret those wasted years that defied the very core of the principles that I was taught as a child....
Train A Child In The Way He Should Go… by J. Allen Wilson
6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Proverbs 22:6 ...
A Tale Of Love: A Tale Of Dreams by J. Allen Wilson
I am further away from giving Leah the ultimate dream of living on Tybee than I ever was. I am exhausted; I am worn and almost broken. I love beyond reason, and I give of my all. I still believe in Go...
The Return Of The Carolina Knoll by J. Allen Wilson
The Carolina Knoll Returns.......
The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part 2 by J. Allen Wilson
the hum grew ever fainter as Jimmy stepped from the light of the sunny meadow into the darkness…. ...
Exercise In Fear by J. Allen Wilson
High above the street in the confines and safety of the Hancock building his mind wandered with ease across a city that had no soul; a city that was ripe for the picking. He hated himself for this fe...
Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part Five by J. Allen Wilson
Sam stopped his thoughts right there and rebuked the idea that there would be no more games for Jimmy. He hoped his son was OK; as he slowed down to make the turn into Kyle’s driveway. Off in the dist...
The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part 4 by J. Allen Wilson
Jimmy was trembling now as he set off in the direction of the faint red glow of what he thought was the setting sun......
The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll Part 3 by J. Allen Wilson
“I’ve lost it thought Jimmy; I’ve lost it without ever finding it.”...
The Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll by J. Allen Wilson
There are many things that remain unknown and some that should stay that way...should we continue on to find out the "Mystery Of The Carolina Knoll?"...
Love Letters From The Other Side…Contact With Allen by J. Allen Wilson
Love letters from the other side continues with Leah trying to sneak out of her own home and past the men from the government parked in front of her house. ...
The Broken Jury by J. Allen Wilson
The broken jury though based on actual events has been modified in content so as to conceal real names and places in order to protect individual identities. Any similarity to any individual is purely ...
Love Letters From The Other Side...the visitors by J. Allen Wilson
From the package...a daguerreotype photo of Allen from the early 1890s.
(sure...I mean really) ...
The Truth About Tomorrow…Love Letters From The Other Side. by J. Allen Wilson
President Chelsea Clinton was quoted as saying that “The United States will launch a full unadulterated retaliatory strike on Syria for its wanton destruction of Israel.” ...
Letters From The Other Side…The Package. by J. Allen Wilson
“So its real, he did go over to the other side.”
“I don’t know Mam…I just don’t know…
Love Letters From The Other Side continued by J. Allen Wilson
“Yes it is, how can I help you”?
“I’m First Detective Casey O’Neil and this is my partner Rosa. May we come in?”
“Why yes detective, please do.”
Love Letters From The Other Side by J. Allen Wilson
.”Allen; Allen, where are you? Allen...My pace quickened until I reached the edge of the bridge and it was there that I found his notebook alongside his clothes.......
A Birthday Prayer by J. Allen Wilson
This is dedicated to my Mother-in-Law of my late wife Leah. Though Leah has been gone six years and counting, The Reverend Inis Looney will always and forever hold my heart in her hands through her pr...
Get Thee Behind Me Satan by J. Allen Wilson
Rage or Rage…
Rage, Oh Rage, leave me now for I seek only the light.
Yet your sword pierces my heart upon first strike.
The End Of Times by J. Allen Wilson
Love This Side Of Heaven by J. Allen Wilson
Field Of Dreams, Tomorrow’s Not There by J. Allen Wilson
Love Is… by J. Allen Wilson
True love is fickle at best, sometimes. But in your heart, you know who kisses you good-night, has loved you from the very start. So work through the differences and strive together with each other’s ...
A Reflection of Life Built Upon Strife by J. Allen Wilson
Dad, I know at times our life and relationship has been strained at best. But I want you to know that as I grow older, I see life through a different lens. So many times as I gaze back upon my past, y...
Sadness Upon The World by J. Allen Wilson
Jesus said “Suffer not the little children.”
Email for My Sweet Love by J. Allen Wilson
I awoke to this sweet email. What a sweet man I have. Couldn’t ask for more. I love you too Sweetheart… Jan
Loving Beyond Death by J. Allen Wilson
One day just two weeks away,
I woke up from a nightmare and found out that my true love for life had passed away.
I, thought that this is the end of all beautiful things,
Yet God in His in...
Too Young To Be Old… by J. Allen Wilson
While playing with my great-granddaughter in our swimming pool, I realized I was too young to be old…or should I say, too old to be young. Still no matter the pain, it was lots of fun....
Allen; I was living but I was dead… by J. Allen Wilson
Last night Allen wrote this note to me and it brought back the first year and what we went through when we met. Him still in grief over losing Leah. And then into our ninth month of dating me having ...
Burnt Out by J. Allen Wilson
A few years back I vowed unto myself never to let work take control of my life. I will NEVER let this happen again. For one day I woke up and the kids were grown and then another day my late wife (Lea...
Brittany by J. Allen Wilson
Today was a special day when we went to Logan’s Roadhouse. Not only did we go to meet and get to know Allen’s grand-daughter Maranda’s new boy-friend Cody, but we met a young lady who we have not had ...
Dedicated To Mr. Ed Matlack On His Birthday by J. Allen Wilson
Normally for Ed on this day, I would wisecrack and call him an old fart. But not this time and maybe never again for life is fickle from beginning to end.
Lacy by J. Allen Wilson
After another long, hot work week for Allen, Sunday comes and away we go, not only to buy groceries but to find ourselves relaxing and enjoying a delicious meal at Logan’s Roadhouse. This week Allen r...
Free-Verse Challenge To The Den by J. Allen Wilson
This is free-verse challenge to all who will accept it. The subject is ‘The Dark Moon’. It can be one, two or more verses that come to mind. The rules are: It mustn’t be written on paper, but flow fr...
Are You Really Living Life… by J. Allen Wilson
Everyday I watch Allen leave for work and we can hear several neighbors, all much younger and stronger men than Allen, sitting outside sharing there day with passers-by. None I don't think have ever h...
Lindsey: A Whisper In The Wind by J. Allen Wilson
Another trip to our favorite eating place, Logan’s Family Roadhouse in Anderson. Also Jd, Jan’s son, met us there to enjoy a Sunday meal as a family.
While there, we met another young lady that no...
Darkness Silenced By Light by J. Allen Wilson
Matthew 25:42-43’for I was hungry, and you gave Me nothing to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me nothing to drink; I was a stranger, and you did not invite Me in; naked, and you did not clothe Me; si...
I Am, I Was by J. Allen Wilson
In response to Audrine Max’s poem “I Am.” It inspired me.
(Photo taken 8/15/2011 by Jan T. Wilson)...
Whispers Sleep On Silent Dreams by J. Allen Wilson
Time, Oh Time, Marches To It’s Own Beat by J. Allen Wilson
Delephine: Keeper of the Den by J. Allen Wilson
In History her main role is to help discover the mystery behind the dragons and their re-emergence. Like unto Gabrielle who slew darkness by the understanding of evil, Delephine (the dragon slayer) gr...
Love Held Hostage by J. Allen Wilson
Six to seven days a week, nine to eleven hours a day, week after week, month after month and my heart breaks. Jan always sends me off with a smile and a ‘try to have a good day’, then several hours la...
Gifts and the Parable of the Talents by J. Allen Wilson
An article I had written recently for our local paper on 'Gifts'...
South Carolina’s Medicaid Travesty by J. Allen Wilson
This action by the state of South Carolina in which I live is too sad to imagine. I just wish that I could get this into the hands of people who really could make a difference....
Love and Second Chances; God’s Gift by J. Allen Wilson
We then begin to understand that life is not perfect, but that His love for us all is perfect....
How Do We Un-Love by J. Allen Wilson
The Above Photo of Leah...Me and Grandchild Alex eight weeks before leah's Passing into glory...
Absolute Love by J. Allen Wilson
Absolute love endures even when love is not returned. Absolute love is the willingness to give one hundred percent of yourself and never expect anything in return. ...
Hope Revealed by J. Allen Wilson
Why did I write this? I’m not sure for certain, however if there is just one person out there who will read this a garner something from it, then I suppose that is why I wrote it. ...
Its Only 50 Cents by J. Allen Wilson
An open letter to the editor of our newspaper...they are refunding the buck and printing the letter to boot...who says machines always win?...
It Breaks My Heart… by J. Allen Wilson
I see a need, I reach in to deliver and realize that there is nothing left to give. ...
The Death Of Tybee Island; by J. Allen Wilson
We once called into the night and were answered in turn by the tide of dreams…Goodbye My Sweet Dream......
After The Attack On America by J. Allen Wilson
While dumping some files on the computer and cleaning up a weary past in general, I came across this piece that I penned a few months after the 9-11 tragedy. Looking back on these words now reminds me...
Tears For Savannah, GA. by J. Allen Wilson
The city wept for this golden child...yet they weep not for those who fit not their own style....
By The Book
Information about my 1st book and samples of my art.
By The Book
PO Box 464