As my son often says, it's all good. It's all holy.
Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
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
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,