Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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.

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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

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

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