(2014)
Thinking about hard times and ways to deal with it.
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.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.