(2014)
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
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,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,