I sat thinking what to write But my brain’s empty right now Outside, the moon shining bright Still dark is my mind somehow Best to retire for the night

Autumn’s here again, lawns are tur… Red and golden yellow leaves piled… Mist in our breath, in our faces a… For cold air is here, winter stand… From the closet comforter pure goo…

A fork in the road To the west Jerusalem Due east Babylon Thousands traveling eastward But the road west deserted

Wild powerful thunderstorm This afternoon ripped through town Dragging cold torrential rain Knockout winds took oak trees down Lightning flashes thunder claps

Once broken, a heart may mend Twice broken, the scars will rend Pain will be excruciating Bile, despair unrelenting Therefore...

No one cares about the past; I kn… I’ve locked it away; threw away th… Got no use for it, be it now or ev… I choose not to recall unpleasant… I’ve loved, I gave it all; now I’…

A world black and white Grays of every depth and shade Our God could have made Instead He painted rainbows To brighten our tomorrows

I burrow through the space-time co… Into a mystical, mythical, surreal… Lost with a billion suns hurtling… Trapped in a swirling motion into… Time stood still as the gravitatio…

The woods are on fire As the afternoon winds blow A red orange glow As far as our eyes can see Glorious nature’s tapestry

Three o’clock in the morning He woke up, quickly out of bed He’s ready, though still yawning To go to mass, with eyes so red For it’s nine days till Christmas

One glimpse, that’s all it took To rekindle in him a raging fire, A passion that smoldering embers Reignited; a long dormant desire! Yet the craving was but secondary

When love departs, it stirs the he… More deeply felt in fleeting time At airports, kisses play their par… A touch that’s tender and sublime In hospitals, where pray’rs ascend

The last star fades out She’s the golden light of dawn The breath of heaven Soon she’ll colorize the skies With a brush that never lies

From a dream I wakened Sleepy eyes I opened Refreshed Energized Feeling like a teen;

the movers came today; three short, muscled guys one by one they carried all of his possession… to the yellow truck,