I had a dream
one day
long ago.
With the innocence 
of a child,
I believed.

Then I grew wise with age,
and learned
that dreams are merely
sand castles on the shore
washing away with the tides.





home sweet home


A white picket fence
and a garden of roses;
an arbor draped with
wysteria,
a sprinkling of delphinium
and HOLLYHOCK! (and MORE!)

A tiny cottage,
brimming with love,
simple and pure,
like the herbs,
fresh from the garden.

A winding path,
to a trickling pond,
surrounded by ferns
with a bench made of stone,
hand-picked and moved,
with sweat and determination.

Rich black soil
that wriggles with worms
awaiting the seeds
it will nurture.

A songbird sings
its sweet melody
from its own little cottage
in the trees.
And the deep greenery
of life
abounds on the hillsides
as far as the eye can see.

I smile
a reflection of the joy in my heart,
the peace in my soul.
For now I am truly home.





the dichotomy of life


The world -
a harsh dichotomy
of good and evil,
promise and disappointment,
trust and betrayal.

A castle of riches
and beauty,
blemished by war,
injustice, and pain.

A pair of cardinals
share breakfast
at the feeder.
And I wonder 
if life is more simple for them.





HeartFree


A heart
must be free
as a mind is.
It has it's own 
thoughts
and feelings,
that neither you 
nor I 
can control.

You cannot own it,
as you cannot own me.
While, maybe,
you can control my actions
or try to...
you can't control 
my heart
and mind
not even I can do that.

It's simply
not meant to be.
A heart needs
to be free.





child of spring


Born in springtime
with the flowers;
I am a child of
the garden,
blooming 
in the warm sun.

As night falls, 
I close my petals,
store what I�ve learned today,
and renew my energy
to face the �morrow.

Some days
the sun is hidden
in the skies above,
and the earth cries.

Others,
are shining jewels,
glistening like diamonds,
seeds,
to be savored
and stored
for the long winters nights
that seem 
never-ending,
and the harsh cold
rips through
my very soul.

It is these times
at which I reflect 
on warm memories,
to get me through
the cold of night.
When ice,
like shards of glass
try to pierce my soul.





  rebirth


A kitten
curls peacefully
on the rug
that sits
beside the stone hearth.

Snow has blanketed
the blemishes
of last fall's leaves
and broken branches.

The world
is silent
and, somehow,
cleansed.
Awaiting the promise
of spring
and the rebirth
of life.





weight of the world



Am I alone,
in feeling the world's pain?
An unknown martyr,
chosen to take on
the sadness 
for the burdens of life?

Must I carry with me
the strength of Atlas,
the patience of a saint,
and the forgiveness [of Jesus?]





the lord ain't my shepherd


the lord ain't my shepherd,
...he's driven by greed
cares naught for the poor
or the people in need.

He laughs at our failures,
delights in our pain.
He rains on our picnics;
strikes some of us lame.

He steals from us "happy"
and turns it to sad.
He gives us desire
yet makes it seem bad.

He makes us go on
through thick and through thin.
If He controls fate

we should crucify Him.