I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.