Our Truth

 

Even if our life were a dream,

it would need to be embraced,

but no golden palace, no silver hill,

no white elephant need be chased.

Our life, like our love,

simply is, alive and glowing,

Olympian in its stature,

medal-worthy knowing. 

Grand Theft

 

Nothing lucky about it,

not odd at all,

even though she,

at the start,

took my name,

it wasn’t until after

she stole my heart.

Presence

 

Living within the grace 

of one day,

this day,

today.

Love overflowing,

Joy in this place,

Spirit is showing,

No longer searching

for what I already have,

allowing my heart to

feel gratitude,

less stressed, 

more blessed.

I am here.

I see you.

Someday Soon

 

The elms of my youth

might be gone,

but those firs we planted are living,

or so I’m told by old friends.

The pines an uncle helped me plant,

even the one that was struck by lightning

on its very first day planted in the earth,

bam, like a spank on a newborn’s bottom.

That one is the tallest, no sign of early scars.

There’s a lesson there, I’m sure,

and maybe I’ll get it one day.

A New Year Approaches

 

December 31

is so arbitrary,

yet nostalgia rules.

I’m grateful, 2025,

for every door that opened,

for every one that was closed.

Even so, I’m leaving behind

what does not serve me,

doesn’t fit 2026.

I value my mind,

but I will be following my heart

in the new year.

When I want more, first

I will give thanks for what I have.

It’s a fair price to pay.

I’m preparing for what’s next,

knowing I am beating against time,

trusting I am ready.

In 2026, as in every year,

only one question matters.

Will I work for peace?

2025 Christmas Card Insert

 

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. 

Judy, Judy, Judy

 

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.