What Crosses My Mind

  • When Priority Screams

    When that was real and time suddenly slowed, I stood alone, I wondered, I couldn’t hold ~ my own, I needed a shoulder, somewhere to talk, couldn’t imagine the fear in every step I would walk. ~ The blur of what was seemingly important just minutes before, became a trivial memory of dust. ~ When…

  • In A Child’s Eyes

    You are my hero, whom guides me, softens the blow, when my reality is slow, in order to allow me, later on after time, to truly know. Then why I ask, my mentor, would you defeat my sense of beauty of elegance that natural world of delight with your caustic self aggrandizing perpetual lunacy. ~…

  • This Child Again

    This child again listens to the echo, keeps calling, speaking in quiet tones, when once, the world was large, now no one really knows. ~ This child again, on sunny mornings, at the crack of a new day, would venture out, seek new horizon, fresh spruce and damp soil. ~ This child again, when death…

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    “When the sins of our fathers visit us We do not have to play host. We can banish them with forgiveness As God, in His Largeness and Laws.” -August Wilson

  • My Graduate

    Do you remember when you were a child I do I held you in my arms brand new, wet, overwhelmed without words and your eyes, open, searching I remember then you were my first miracle and mom, well she was giving you to me a gift. Together we cried, we held you as one … Your…

  • I Am A Teacher

    When I was a child and the autumn leaves began to turn I would listen to my mother while we walked to school in pace Her gait a proud posture evincing energy’s evolved sojourn Me walking by her side, carrying my lumber (a trumpet in case) I love this time of year When summer’s time…

  • Hold Your Children Close

    We remember that moment The dials turn so slowly That capture forever our time In your arms In my arms Tears that suggest Truly a miracle has occurred ~ I remember the eyes Looking at me in a wonder Asking to be held Yet, not knowing why Just pleading innocence A natural Grace of need…