11-2016.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
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
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
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
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal