written 1998
The endless search for meaning eng… Life’s delicate transitions bars h… What is this Life he ponders? Why… Are mysteries and illusions the bl… How long it takes a tree to grow.…
Beautiful Love, Mother of Love A shoot from Jesse, the tribe of… Oh Blessed Mother, their Mother… They hail Thee Queen of heaven an… Beautiful Love, Queen of their so…
The faded ash of her mind There’s always tears in her eyes Just pain is all she can put No explanation comes to her Feeling not sadness just the life…
Days in school were very hard. Ways to make him “right”, they tri… Wrong, is how teacher said he wrot… Long hours they drilled on change. Hide his talent, was all he did;
People come and go, They are all passersby. Some come to show, A path on which others can rely. Some have come to build,
To look upon crystal blue skies, And see beyond with childlike eyes… To feel the joy with heart, wide o… And to lovingly employ that which… To know the power that is given to…
Pain cuts, The jagged edge of an Ache in her throat... Makes her hurt; As she begins to feel
What’s going on? Instead of better It’s turning wrong. It’s every day Cain kills Abel, For less than colors
She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,
It isn’t sun, nor sea, nor sky. It’s none of these, she thinks. It’s not wild, impetuous rivers, Where she stands on the brink. It isn’t crowds, nor gaiety,
She tried to paint one of your kin… Intrigued by the art-deco lines of… Homage or art. Kneeling next to y… At how strange a creature you are.… Short and sleek like a dalmatian’s…
Look at those hands Which hung at her sides When the softest Whisper of a kiss Surprised her forehead.
Across the valley from high on a m… The shadows flicker and lights dan… As the glow from the cities inflam… Her adoration of life is enhanced. As she continues to gaze at the sp…
A star named Nicholas hangs in th… See it brightly floating by. Tiny light high up above. A reflection of your family’s love… Twinkle, twinkle through the night…
As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds