Category Archives: poem

My Gratitude

I have lived my life with my heart on my sleeve and my emotions close to the surface. When my bride was at my side I would often rant to friends and total strangers That I was the luckiest man alive And in many ways, I was and in many ways I still may be.Continue reading “My Gratitude”

Show Me A Sign

It is Springtime and under the blanket of fogthe branches of trees not yet burdened by leavespress up into the sky to form a filigreethat pleases the eye. The yellow daffodils and forsythia have blossomed overnight.and their beauty pulls at my heart stringsand my tears fall like rain. Soon it will be the day ofContinue reading “Show Me A Sign”

Gifts I Have Been Given

Each time I have been challenged by lifes inevitabilities I have somehow managed, through the grace of smiling angels To receive more than was taken,  And then doubling the gifts I have been given by passing on the secrets of these precious lesson learned Through my scribblings on a page.    I am not sureContinue reading “Gifts I Have Been Given”

Chambers

When you’re feeling lost and lonely  And you don’t know where to turn And your shoulders start to shudder, And your eyes begin to burn. When you need a place of comfort a shelter from the storm Close your eyes and think of me Our love will keep you warm. And know that I willContinue reading “Chambers”

Nirvana Straight Ahead

I wish that I had a well-marked path to follow. One with signs that said, “nirvana straight ahead.” Instead, I hear whispers to “follow me” or shouts of warning “don’t go there.” Of course, the voice sounds familiar, as familiar as my own I am tired and feel faint when I test the limits ofContinue reading “Nirvana Straight Ahead”

She Loved the Fog

She loved the fog, and I loved her Born on Thistle Street in the Gorbals of Glasgow Footsteps from the river Clyde She took no shelter from the storms,  The booms of thunder gave her comfort.  She’d toss open windows to hear them clearly Lightning lit her beauty against the shadows of the night.  InContinue reading “She Loved the Fog”

Born Anew

I am a newborn at a mother’s breastI am a novice kneeling at the good lord’s feetI am a student cross legged on a woven mat My memories are washed away by my tearsMy life before now ashes from the burning bushMy past a blur as I center and assume my stance I bath inContinue reading “Born Anew”

Students and Teachers

When the student is ready the teacher will appear. When the student is truly ready the teacher will disappear.  I am blessed and I am grateful. I have learned so much. My most impactful teacher was and still is my bride. For decades we studied and learned the cycle of life together; the sowing andContinue reading “Students and Teachers”