What Crosses My Mind

  • Happy Family

    It’s Christmas eve. I’m going to consciously not watch the news today. I slipped a little bit and read a post on Facebook that speaks to our current turmoil, but that will be it, just a couple glances at social media. In the meantime I’ll try to focus on what this day means to me.…

  • God’s Grace

    Her waters calm, is a pleasant visit wonder the mystique below the surface. Gentle waves create comfort I admit serenity’s magical journey face. Sitting quiet in the chill arctic air letting my mind travel a solemn way. Only now such peace is captured, a fair mystery pouring a water today. Cloud cover breaks as sunlight…

  • Choices

    Beautiful morning in pastel skies lain in silent repose, autumn respite breathes crisp is the air. Slow emergent eyes would life alone always feel sweet regret. How then we nourish a waking desire the soul in our heart alive less restrain, for there always this confusion aspire dreams ahead so absolute quell the rain. Let…

  • Inspiration in a Quote

    “No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.” — George Chakiris   I watched as autumn sun began to rise a day in the life of a man so wise he would punish himself, lay upon ground rather than expand upon love he found. For many years thereafter could we want…

  • Moments Before My Surgery

    The many thoughts that go through my mind before surgery. Why did I walk into the ER? I wasn’t losing a leg, losing my sight, losing my mind. I’m only going through a minor procedure, though some would say it is major. I’m not asking for something to be removed that is going to thrive…

  • The Tragedy of Time

    Perhaps it is the not knowing a circumstance a press release in the evening news, a morning alert we all have found ourselves recognizing the vulnerable nature of the human condition – oh is it death, or simply the prolonged life medical intervention, that would have not extended any truths centuries ago, we just died,…

  • The Deepest Cut

    There in the silence a wandering soul, human being whom when asked will respond, will navigate inside a moment.   What is it the seeming attraction takes their heart beyond finding peace, instead persecution offers solace before a quiet passion.   Once in a storybook lived a man who did question his life, the meaning…

  • There’s This Place I Like To Go

    In the quiet reminders of how we live our lives a silent recall will always come knocking always come knocking always come to somehow tell us we are a concept we remain here forever, always knocking, a steady rap of recurring thoughtful imagined lives that stir our hearts until all the passion we feel suddenly…

  • The Last Time I Checked

    There was purpose in my day, a willingness to share, yet the constructs of a certain way, would often interfere, well, just my luck.   I often walk away this way, the drive home, a long enduring road, looking around to see, if anyone else might be my way.   I lack the fortitude one…

  • Two Would Pass Together

    (dedicated to the goodness of time, a friend and his family) When in a moment we might reflect upon the reason, we could together share a memory, the fleeting laughter, we would do this together, wouldn’t we create a scene, a wonderful attribute, of the years, oh the many years, the travels we knew without…