Sunday, August 30, 2009


Day and night they travel onward
Hour by hour as on parade ...
Some thoughts travel on to action
Some at home forever stayed ...
Some are languid passing onward
Leaving not a joy or pain ...
Transient as the smiles that greet us
Never to return again.

Thoughts can mar our souls
Forever blighting beauty from within ...
Sealing there our hearts forever
As in bondage so grim ...
Others soar to heights of glory
Wielding power that bringeth fame ...
Sweet the thoughts with flower's laden scented
As perfume they came ...
As ye think therefore ye liveth
Soar thou high above the rife ...
Feed thy soul with living beauty
For as ye think ye fashion life.

Friday, August 28, 2009


Your voice is silent, hushed in that deep sleep
But still-water, flowing
By the path we used to take,
In understanding music tells the things
That only you could say to me.
My surety of this is past all knowing.
My hand is empty ... wanting your dear touch,
But through the day
And most of all at sunset, one gold ray
Of light ... articulate
Reaches to clasp my all-too-wistful fingers
With loving caress.
The night beside me stands and stoops and lingers,
To tell me of your nearness.
Then sets the stars
That never have been there before your going

To guide my sleeping thoughts, seeking, forever seeking
Your too-missed, too-absent, dearness

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


I went up to the attic
One lonesome rainy day
For there on days such as this
My children used to play.

A swing tied to the rafters
And old board for a seat
And yonder stood a pair of shoes
Minus the little feet.

A doll in a doll cradle
A pencl and a pad
And on the pad was written -
"From David to my dear Dad."

A table in the corner
A hobby-horse and chair
And old couch in the shadow
Day-dreaming I sat there.

The darkness and the quiet
The patter of the rain
Soothed me to quiet slumber
Their laughter I heard again.

The clouds then stopped their weeping
Like mine their tears were spent
The sun shone on the roses
Whose bush the rain had bent.

Monday, August 24, 2009


Have you ever noticed
How varied folks can be
How some are springs
And some are wells ...
And when it comes to me
I think that I'm a bit of both
A wellspring ... do you see?

For much that flows
From deep within
Comes bubbling out so free ...
Filling up each lovely day
As easy as can be
And where it all must come from
Is a mystery to me ...
But isn't it a happy thought
To stop and think a bit
That when we're simply being
We are blest by it!

Thursday, August 20, 2009


Once I envied the fishes
Their crystal halls of sea
And the lark its flight
Up heaven's height
Where I could never be.

I envied the sky its sunsets
The grass its dew of dawn
And the bee his secret shining hours
Beside the rose in her honeyed bowers
With crimson petals drawn.

But you have brought me sea and sky
Heart of flowers and dew
Though now all choices were offered me
I would choose of all to be
Lying here with you!

Monday, August 17, 2009


I couldn't take a walk today
For a dam broke in the sky
And flooded all creation
With rain-storms rushing by.

So I went to roam instead
Through meadows in the mind
And found forgotten flowers
On hillsides I once climbed.

Within there is a universe
As boundless as the one we see
Divine Mind, in us, infinite
Where, rain or fair, we wander free.

Thursday, August 13, 2009


She put her eager hands about my life
And led me out into the bright new day ...
The clean, cool wind blew through my laughing hair
All wonder glowed upon my waiting face ...
She taught me how to love the great, tall things
We practiced how the robin tells his soul ...
She showed me how a rain-pool holds the world
How I could give a sunset-full of love!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009


Though friends may make some errors
Sometimes not up to par ...
Their virtues still are many ...
So we love them as they are
We, too, oft fail to measure ...
To what we ought to be

We want our friends to love us
And give us loyalty ...
Allow for human frailty
Just stress whate'er is best ...
Then love will never falter
But meet true friendship's test!

Sunday, August 09, 2009


The garden is a magic place
All full of scent and sound
Summer has enchanted it
And drawn a circle round.

The bees and hummingbirds have come
The air is filled with wings -
Finches, robins, larks and wrens
Here everybody sings!

The flowers are drenched with sun and rain
And they are singing, too
A symphony of color-blend
Beneath a cloak of blue.

At night the moon and the stars gleam down
The garden's fairyland
A world of fantasy and dreams
In summer's gentle hand.

Thursday, August 06, 2009


I find the end of life may be
Far better than the start
I carry so much more of love
Within a grateful heart ~

I've learned a lot there was to learn
And though there is much more
I know the joy of learning now
As I could not before ~

I have compassion I had not
When I was very young
Friendships so meaningful to me
Echo like songs I've sung ~

I've coped with life and fear
And think I can survive
The tragedies and painful hours
That may yet some day arrive

But if I am granted the time
I have wisdom to try
And make myself more than I am
Before my time to die.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009


No need to worry for the to-morrow
Life will be what we make of it to-day ...
From this day's joy, I shall never borrow
To-morrow's need, I shall not have to pay ...
To-day is ours, just all we have to live
No other day we ever have to fear ...
To fill our lives with joy to-day, to give
For the to-morrow's need is never here.

I shall live to the fullest every day
From life's springs of joy, I shall always drink ...
I'll pluck life's flowers, and strew them o'er the way
For just to-day is all I need to think ...
And I shall always fill to-day with cheer
For we know --- to-morrow is never here!

Sunday, August 02, 2009


Marriage is an instrument
designed to be played upon
by twenty fingers, and which
when tuned with delicate precision
by human love and empathy
is capable of exalting souls
and moving mountains; however
the music is composed by two artists
the songs are sung by two mouths
and the martial concert is directed
by two conductors
thus the longed-for-achievement
of perfect harmony demands
a deliberate and calculated
double self-sacrifice
that from this union of two
there may arise
perfect oneness.