When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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…

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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.

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset