I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old