If I could choose the perfect gift for you, One that when unwrapped, you would gasp and say “Oh my Oh yes, it’s just what I’ve always wanted” and you would hold it up to the light and turn it around and when you looked up and away from this precious gift your eyes would beContinue reading “The Perfect Gift”
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The Muse
It’s time again to call the muse,To wish her well and ask her blessingsThe time is right for her to shine her light so that I can see the knots that I must untangle, It is in her song that one can see clearly the patterns of our lives emergeand we can celebrate victory or mourn defeatTheContinue reading “The Muse”
Stolen Moments
Why do I crave and seek this quiet time by the waterside? Why do I wake early and complete my chores in silence? Walking the dog and gather my inks and pads, closing the front door in slow motion, just to feel the remnants of the summer sun on my cheek and brow? Why doContinue reading “Stolen Moments”
the power of prayer
Have you looked into their eyes Have you heard their whispered cries Have you seen them kneel With their hands touching palms Have you seen them In the light Of the candle They just lit As they pray for your beloved As they pray for her to live I have never been so humbled feltContinue reading “the power of prayer”
The Sunrise
I missed the sunrise this morning Waking early at 530 Reading the news in bed Finally dressing at 630 Layer after layer It would be cold On the shore of the sound My wife woke as I was about to leave and asked me to get her a cup of coffee The night before I’dContinue reading “The Sunrise”
On the Anniversary of a Father Gone
Jerry Rutberg – June 12th 1921 – April 2nd 1965 My father loved; A rigours hike up to a mountains top, a well told tale and the sound of waterfalls at a trailside stop. He love his family, his brothers and sisters, my siblings, my mother and me. He was kind and fair and forContinue reading “On the Anniversary of a Father Gone”
Poetry
The words falling like tears finding their way to nestle together on a page can salve our wounds, Strangers scanning their order and sentiment can make up their own meaning and be awed by our intuition or stare blankly at the page of our inscrutable scribblings We can stand in the light, centering our selvesContinue reading “Poetry”
My Morning Ride
The trees are weeping white blossoms large birds wave their wings taking flight my heartbeat surges as my legs churn to summit the hills along the path the chill wind whips by me nothing quite compares to the feeling as I descend
Life – New Beginnings
Life is filled with new beginnings each sunset and sunrise tick of the clock childhood the terrible teens dawn of recognition in another’s eyes world shrinking around just the two you love sweet love children of your own the world shrinks again to frame a halo around each of your children’s heads each new beginningContinue reading “Life – New Beginnings”
Papa I’ve Wandered – 1975
Papa oh Papa I’ve wandered Far from the mountains where the eagles would fly Far from the forests where the winds rushed and died I remember the rivers carried yesterday’s rain and the sounds of the waterfall calling my name But how where your hands shaped as they reached for mine To catch me asContinue reading “Papa I’ve Wandered – 1975”
Daniel Rutberg 