“A God Thing”

Do you remember the last time you sat still?
Really still and didn’t hardly even breathe?
Do you reminisce about it from time to time?
Eyes closed leaning against the trunk of the old oak tree

The fields of flowers lush and overgrown
Began to sway to the beat of an invisible tune
The robins, cardinals and blue jays in harmony, began to sing
In that one joyous spontaneous moment last June

Seconds seemed like hours as you held you breath
In anticipation of the next natural onslaught
Inhaling deeply the essence of spring
You experienced a God thing

“If Only”

If only one person would believe in me
If only one person would really care
If only one person would truly love me
I wouldn’t feel that life is so unfair


Who cares about self-esteem?
When that person doesn’t have any
The world has trodden on me so often
How would I know if I had any?


If only one person would believe in me
I know I could make a difference in this world
Don’t walk past me again today
I’m hungry and cold

“Lake of Many Winds”

The waves crest and the foam rises on it’s rim
Sloshing back and forth as the water flows
The natives call her
Lake of Many Winds

Splashing and swimming in days gone by
Innocence of youth reprised
Basking in the sun, turning a golden brown
Heads upturned watching clouds in the sky

Storms chase her, the east wind whips her
Churning the water to a tropical green
A shallow basin filled with sand bars
Your eyes do not betray the beauty you perceive

I feel at peace when I gaze into her depths
Snorkeling beneath her crystal clear veil
I watch tiny fish dash to and fro
Snacking on clams and diminutive seashells

Lying lazily in the sun
On a raft gently wafting in the breeze
Dreaming of what my life would become
Not a care in the world, doing as I please

Lake of Many Winds you are a part of my life
I couldn’t imagine living without you nearby
Stay near me my hushed Angel
Until my time draws nigh

“Faith of a Mustard Seed”


We stood today in front of your crosses
Placed side by side near the busy highway
Tears run down our cheeks and splash on the flowers we hold
In sadness we celebrated your lives today

I think back to words I remembered from the Bible
All the faith we required was the size of a mustard seed
This minuscule little pebble is all he asks
To enter heaven, God says it’s all we need

You both left this world so suddenly
We wonder if you had time to contemplate
When at that moment in time God reached down
And lifted you up to heaven’s gate

We never spoke of the thought of dying
We lived our lives somewhat selfishly for today
Who would dream we’d lose you both in the blink of an eye
We were at a loss to understand, for a time, unable to pray

We searched for the meaning within ourselves
If only we had been there, if only they stayed at home
Our, if only’s, drifted around us with no direction
We gathered together in mourning, yet we all felt alone

Two years have gone by and still the pain is new
It may always be this way and we accept this now
We’re able to carry on with our daily lives
Missing you with all our beings, but moving forward somehow

Up north is where we feel your presence the most
At the island walking along the shore in the tall reeds
You enter our thoughts and we look up with an ache
At that moment, thanking God for faith of a mustard seed

“My Morning Pen”

I love the morning and cherish my silent moments
Alone, just myself, my paper and pen
This is the time when words flow innocently
Before the world enters in

As fresh as the droplets that clings to all things
I write new thoughts and discover the inner me
I constantly surprise myself at the depth of the words
Never before spoken or eyes lit upon thee

The spirits that guide us direct me now
Leading my pen in new directions
Consequences and mirages of the world fall away
As I make my literary connection

“Love Is “

Love is calm in the middle of a storm
The rainbow that arcs across the sky
The invisible music that connects you as one
Love understands without asking why

Love is accepting each other just the way you are
A joining of hearts with verses of rhyme
The opportunity to share and grow together
A promise made for a lifetime

Love is a circle, like the rings you wear
Connecting you, one sole mate to the other
Today you found the perfect person to share your life 
There will never be another

Love is saying, “I love you” every day
Never taking for granted the little things
Love is a welcoming embrace after a long day
Love is everything

“Passionate Words “

Little words connected in a line
Transport us back to another time
When poets stood on street corners selling their fiction
Small books in hand, acclaiming their perfection with accurate diction

A poet is a historical storyteller
From days of old, crowded into the old cellar
With passion in their voice they read their works
Gathered together, in the background the coffee perked

An inner voice drives us to write
About our passions and feelings well into the night
As the candle burns low and the flame begins to waver
I put the book down on the night table, the poems I’ll savoir

“Limbs on The Ocean “

Purple hues dance off the water
God’s paintbrush splashed across the sky
Shimmering highlights of rainbowed streaks
A Genesis effect before my eyes

Trees bent over touching their tips into the dim
A duplicated reflection of once living
Stretching their broken arms into the salty water
Without warmth or feeling

Limbs torn off from violent storms
A disjointed figure once luscious and green
All that is left is a lifeless stump
Seeds fly with the wind to start a new being

“Another Day”


The alarm shrills into the quiet morn
Startling me awake from a peaceful sleep
I wonder if the pioneers of old
Thought time was this important to keep

Make the bed, shower and change
Routines and ruts go hand in hand
I wish I could stay at home today
But I don’t think my boss would understand

All I want to do is write from sunup to sundown
The words tripping over themselves in anticipation
But instead I join the foray on the freeways
Trading peace and quiet for constipation!

“A Conversation With God”



The dock gently sways back and forth
As I walk to the end and sit cross legged, facing the water
The buttery waves of the lake calms me when my heart is about to burst
When my cross seems too heavy to bear, my steps about to falter

I close my eyes, resting my head on my arms in silent prayer
Asking for some measure of peace and understanding
A Mother who gently cradled me in her arms, doesn’t know me anymore
Now I am caught in the middle, the tasks too demanding

I sometimes reflect on all the moments lost
The times when we were too busy to talk are gone forever now
I still talk to her but she doesn’t understand a word I’m saying
Her mind’s lost in the other world now

Thank you for listening, like fresh air, I can breathe again
I can lay bare my soul to you always without fear
Tell you how lonely and guilty I feel inside
Knowing no matter how far I am stretched, you’re always near

I stand, hands in my pockets looking out over the bay
Your gentle breath rustles my hair
I will forever give you praise Dear Father
Knowing whenever I call, you’ll always be there