1/18/21. Dedicated to my husband of 41 years.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
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,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a