Minstrel
As he strummed and
plucked, the strings
responded with a
sound that could be
called sublime
Each new phase of his
development in life
was remarked in
the crafted words of his
mind
Sing on, minstrel…
Wrinkles
I discovered long ago
that my weaknesses
and wrinkles in my life,
my shadows, if you will,
are the challenges
toward glory —
The purpose of my path…
So, I’m loving all my wrinkles
nowadays, embracing my fears
as I dance with sweet abandon —
Surrender to the light
Change
Temporary
illusive
the only constant change
yet still
we try to grab on
make it last
make it stay
record it for posterity
Only love endures
only one is ever
always
Now
Greeness
Lush verdant greens fill the senses
healing hearts, soothing sight
velvet moss and delicate fern
in silence listen to water’s fall
wearing away world weariness
plummeting babble
massaging the soul
awakening now the quiet depths
within
Dependable Sun
I’m so glad the sun is not fickle
He doesn’t take a moment to contemplate
Gee, should I shine today?
There’s no doubt of self purpose there
Do I deserve to burn with a passion for life?
For on sunny days, I love to let my bones warm,
soaking up the warm rays
and when the clouds take over
from my humble perspective anyway
I know in those same bones that I can trust
the sun is there shining
even behind those clouds
