I’m finding my way Back to Dickie street, The land my great-grandfather John Boyd Dickie, Bequeathed to the city of Trenton…

The years pass him bye Like the warinessof Father’s All-seeing eye, Like logs so tacitly tossed into t… Chronus is keeping track we aspire…

Hopeless? Ship wreck? Destitute? Mutiny Or land in sight? I must assault the senses I will…

What innocence lives! Found in her sweet face, So pure, simple barely A trace of knowledge, her world is without cares,

At our lowest point Of turmoil & despair We reach for Heaven When we dare To let go...

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

Where is the happiness, I was promised? Where is the mirth & joy, The contentment Is it a ploy?

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

Every friend or relative I knew Who passed on before me, I keep close in my heart, They live on in memories, Of good times starts

The personals we turn to, In times of loneliness & despair, When times are tough When we are full of cares. In the personals we look

Proof of God lies in Our kindness To one another without expectation… How we treat the ederly, the poor, Disdvantaged & the foreigner, Proof of God is all around us,

Plants gets their food from the su… In a process called photosynthesis… No need to get grocery shopping, To be green has its perks, To the plant, the Sun is God,

Science in it’s limited scope para… Can attempt to explain the phenome… Of the natural world, Beyond this border lies the engine That drives this natural world,

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

I have arrived on the Sea of Tran… A Place of Zen calm & endless pea… My heart & mind is still, Yet I’m aware enough to drink, The joy of this stillness,