7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
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…
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up