(2014)
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
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,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle