Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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,

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.