(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
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,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
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…
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,