Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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

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

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

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,