11-7-2018
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
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
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,