What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

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

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.