(2014)
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,