Infinitely more expensive than coins of gold. The currency of the heavens unfold – The rain in its seasons. Heaven made coins cascading earthward: Depositing wealth to the land, and Spending heaven’s immortal fortune – To deliver living water, To every soul.
We are alive thriving today, Because our ancestors knew how to adapt; Adapting is part of their legacy of knowledge. Not knowledge learned from books, however excellent. But that knowledge that is always with us – Coursing through our veins.
Love your craft, Write what you love, Share your passion, And above all, Know that your labor is not in vain.
Spring abounds All around. Makes one happy As watching a rooster Quietly tiptoe in tall grass, Belting out nature’s Sometimes unwelcome Morning alarm. Enjoying sweet corn as his reward.
A train horn sounds in the distance – Piercing the fog of muted silence. Gentle raindrops on the window, Their resplendent show Silenced By warm Spring winds, Chasing them away as they land. A stunning delicious cup of coffee Crafted by accident, Poured too much creamer, In the shimmering dim light. Dawn, An unwrapping ofContinue reading “Dawn – A Poem”
Great storms of troubles have in times past shaken humanity. Powerful gales then threatened, life on earth with feigned impunity. Those surges, to our ancestors, may have seemed the masthead of finality… But, We Are Still Here.
Ancient words, Verbal coinage of the past. What mystical phrases they spell – Prithee tell. Wondrous tales by bards of olden. Of Paradise fields, of flowers golden. Ancient words woven Like warm clout into a blanket, Wrapping waves of joy ’round the heorte. Forsooth, howbeit so grand, Ancient words, when spoken today – ‘Though inContinue reading “Ancient Words – A Poem”
Who can fathom, The inexhaustible depths of wonder That fills the heart, When staring up at the stars. Although distant, They make us feel deeply That we belong, alongside them forever. ********************************************** Ambient vibes for your listening/reading entertainment. Enjoy
Although we acknowledge soberly: That life has ‘unmoored’ our expectations. Whether we go out or stay in, We have been deposited Into a cocoon Where, We go about all our daily activity, Walking with angels of safety.
What I think I know, I don’t have knowledge of all the pieces to fully understand. And, even if all the pieces were available to me, I could not grasp the full scope of my understanding anyway. What I do know, Albeit, only partially – Is that I don’t really know anything fully. A delightfulContinue reading “Self Portrait – A Poem”