What Crosses My Mind

  • The Many of You

    Each with your own agenda driven soul always seeking always wanting favor. Surely God-given, a need to be whole Innocence spoke loud, primary nature ~ in our society bless newborn child nurture needs while eyes gradual open by their side hold hands in social ills wild for then natural steps may be taken. ~ Hold strong to…

  • The Storm Outside

    If when our hearts were sudden to be known A storm awaits always that certain tone Realize wherewith lives a comfort zone. Remind us within serene starry sky Moments when sudden spirit may shriek why Weather the storm in Her protective eye. A societal ill might suggest retreat If when we willing regard own defeat, that screams…

  • White Caps Weave

    *** The trance of your cadence is marvelous steady, always climbing silent new walls yet we might hear your cry to recall us a treat to our eyes, with each white cap falls ~ upon rock, mixing soil, leave sign of rife battle internal released in shallow. Long ago mothers recall quiet life with now a…

  • Deep Inside a Fathom Awaits

    How often to choose, to travel inside, When do the yearnings suggest we comply There always awaits that worry to slide Where in moment this world becomes why. ~ Last night, the winds that toss us aside So present whistled across the night sky, A pause of freedom in season with pride Created sweet reflection in sole…

  • Every Day We Can Love

    When we feel the sun upon skin at dawn we might be thankful of another rise inside the spectrum of a life begun in my eyes, your beauty then in my eyes I have been gifted the presence of one, delightful, lovely, in my friend so wise. While every rising sun and setting moon I…

  • Ode to Holiday Blues – A Sonnet

    Oh, when the pressure is on to be on we wake into mornings of indecision. Wondrous life are we being put upon imagining peace to be our passion. So many hearts and souls to care about, where are new lines drawn, below or above for ’tis the season to offer devout compassion for those eyes that…

  • Live Long Lives – A Sonnet

    We wait, anticipate a reckoning day, while minutes and hours, sweet time and weeks pass, lives breathe a continuum’s foray descending into valleys, climbing peaks. What is that which is out of our control? Looms often, sweeps sweet, truth is, yes, at hand, Our desire to know peace, beautiful becomes lost in greedy needs we command.…