(2014)
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
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
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.