Dear Friend,
We find ourselves thinking
of you, of us.
It’s a lovely, gentle thought,
leaves us with a smiles.
As busy as we know you to be,
I’ll only take a minute,
just to tell you to a certainty
that the world we know is
better because you’re in it.
Thank you, friend.
She has always been my friend,
even when I did not see her.
She is special in an ordinary world.
She has always been my friend.
Though we are parted now and then,
by work or play or wanderlust whim,
she has always been my friend,
even when I did not see her.
What’s there or what’s coming, who can know.
there might be some bad, maybe some good.
Perhaps we’ll make of it as much as we should.
What’s there or what’s coming, who can know,
some rays of sunshine, some days of snow.
We’ll bask or we’ll shovel as well as we could,
preferring the good days, like anyone would.
What’s there or what’s coming, who can know.
A thought arises, lingers not, departs,
as our summer too soon becomes the fall.
This is true in writing, in all the arts.
A thought arises, lingers not, departs.
We must soon act on what is in our hearts,
lest we would forget, lose our soul, our all.
A thought arises, lingers not, departs,
as our summer too soon becomes the fall.
First thought this morning:
breathing in brings gratitude,
breathing out brings Grace.
I’m blessing, caring,
forgiving with all my heart,
being love in action,
wondering what I
was worried about last year
at this very time.
My friends, may you be
safe, at peace, happy and free
from all suffering,
rest, regroup, recharge,
reflect, recover, round off
all your rough edges.
New year soon, same old me,
contemplating, writing of
brightness, hope and peace
Have I expressed love,
today, yesterday, ever?
Now’s a good moment.
Have I forgiven,
today, yesterday, ever?
How about right now?
I share my Good now,
in spirit, thought and action.
Life seems pleased by this.
When there is unease
in my life, it is because
my thoughts are fearful.
Sometimes I just have
to hit the pause button twice.
Then my view improves.
Time spent communing
with Spirit gives me moments
of deep clarity.
In touch with Spirit,
I co-create my purpose,
my aim for this life.
Adding peaceful thoughts,
feelings, words and right actions
to a needy world.
Awake or asleep,
I have no doubts in my faith.
I trust the future.
I give thanks for friends,
for how they all enrich me.
I treasure their love,
hope they hold onto their dreams,
make them grand, magnificent.
Nothing less for them.
Many pines remain
in Pine Top, AZ,
and you can still find birches
in Birch Tree, AR,
but, for most of us,
we only have photo albums
to take us back to our roots.
Our palms remain hearty.
Thank goodness there was no
Dutch Palm Tree malady,
although I’m pretty sure that
it wasn’t Dutch Orange Tree disease
that caused all those uprootings in SoCal.
There is a Santa Rosa plum tree,
which I planted,
on the 118th day of 1975,
over the septic field
in the more-or-less-an-acre
at the end of Hyland Way,
a cul-de-sac in
Penngrove, California.
That tree still lives,
at 50, well past its plan,
somewhat like me at 81,
yet we both still bear fruit.
I am certain that part of who
I am is in that old tree
and that tree is in me.
The sky is vast, sometimes
seems not of our world.
Even as the clouds weep,
during a desperate hour,
and the earth cries out in pain,
there is time enough to
love throughout the day, to
find calm midst the suffering.
Every day is Earth Day,
each minute a chance to
redeem ourselves,
all of our seconds
opportunities for
kindness.
