Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

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…

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up