7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure