Poems

So tired.
A tired sleep will not relieve.

Weary.
Not knowing how to carry on.

Let not my mind wander
To that hidden place.

For some,
Music unleashes the soul,
Pent up by worldly burdens.

As aloe soothes a burn,
Music can heal a dry, starved spirit
Bringing it life-giving moisture,
That it may bloom and flourish anew.

Sleeveless shirts
Sunglasses and suntan lotion
Smiling children building sand castles

Ants crawling across the deck
Flies finding their way into kitchens
Grasshoppers hanging out in sun-scorched weeds

The voice.

A marvel of design.

With it we
Speak
Shout
Sing
Sob.

I sit suspended in a bubble,
Enveloped in ethereal sound.

Gradually, tiny colored dots of light arise
Swirling around me,
Emitting notes of melody and harmony.

Real
Enduring
Alive

Sunshine
Water
Trees
Birds

Spring slumbers contentedly
‘Neath winter’s snowy garb.

On a nearby rooftop,
Blades of snow slide slowly to the edge,
Like a skier on a mountain,
Plopping icy, white bits into piles on the ground.

D D
R R
I O
P P

D D
R R
I O
P P

Rain spatters on the windowpane

A child is born,
And an angel is dispatched to light a candle
Which will illumine the child’s way in the world.

As the child grows,
A candle is lit for each person who comes into his life.

These lights help guide and direct the child
Through the labyrinth of his life.

Birds sing their praise in the growing dusk.
The smell of spring,
Cool, green and full of promise,
Surrounds the ending of another day in a loving embrace.

The fading sun illumines the colors of the leaves
Just once more before day’s end.
The master painter is at His easel,
Blending the infinite blues in His palette
To display as many as possible,
Before the world slips into darkness again.
Surrounded by so great a host of creations,
What is man, truly?