Set a course, Map the co-ordinates, Make adjustments along the way, Life is in progress, Live your life day-to day,

My imagination is the canvass, The world-my paints, Language-my brush, Words & ideas-the strokes.

God is perfect Religions are not, Humanities effort To reach heaven Is frought with imperfections,

Sometimes life is so utterly delic… Out of it I want to take a bite Rip it into stitches, Sometimes I want To take flight,

Each day is unique, A path of the Earth, That is never to be repeated, From our birth, Each day has its own blend

God made flowers For men to gift to women, Where words fails but mistakes pre… The flowers says it all without a… The flowers beauty & strength is u…

Our sickness, illness disease Our stumbling blocks, Our unrest, Is God’s method His test Our souls are both

A sea of people I see, I look inside myself, I am one of them, There is no difference, No separation at the seams,

Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but

I was digging in the garden I spied a worm crawling in the soi… I couldn’t help but feel kinship With this creature that I once re… I like to dip my toes in the warm…

New poets struggle with the weight Of the world, New poets feel invisable, They curl up in a ball & feel like giving up all;

Obituaries are dark curiousities, I hope I’m not in there, In black & white, Not yet I conceed, Death Notices are morbid, macabre…

I feel unproductive today, But that’s alright Because Ulysses is sleeping on th… I feel unwanted & unattractive, But that’s alright

Trees are gentle giants That scrape the sky With their groping grace, Timeless & motionless They mirror 'God The Father’s

I am not sitting alone, I am at peace, One with God, One with the whole world, One with the universe,