What Crosses My Mind

  • Sunsets

    If in the quiet of a soft moment We were the Ancient Mariner afloat Might we wander aimless while then emote In silent harmony a sweet lament.   For is the sea one in quiet recall This guiding reality, timeless shift A body where many less gentle rift Would now decide in earnest Man will…

  • When A Child Believes

    A child is born into a quiet world Given a slap, a gasp begins their day, We listen with intent, a cry today Oh to hold child in hand, love we twirled.   We didn’t know about an adventure, One designed wholly in passage in rites, Sweet is innocence drawn beyond night lights Swift shadow…

  • Sweet Morning Peace

    Oh I do wish the world might offer solace When it is we are all wandering an alone, A wonder is to recognize any one pace Could, would offer a shoulder to unknown   Soul who cries in the midst of happiness, For it is the season to seek absolute joy, Because we were told,…

  • When Ordinary Steps In

    Though we step in a path of quiet pause We remark at the peace beyond our call. Lives begin, attitude is common ground We believe our minds change because we love. – A decision is then made to leave applause On the back of a playing card after all. While an Ordinary life often found…

  • To Reach The Sky

    When on a walk one early summer morn A man began to think of life beyond He paused to watch while children so forlorn Seemed occupied in games they thought so fond.   While certain parts of life seem unattained If standing here today would measure love Then all the man would need to feel…

  • Traveling Alone

    Oh, tell me good stranger the outcome of time, When one solitary sign might feel inclined To wonder about life in all of its travail, Is it true a compassionate soul is virtue.   Or are we perhaps a mockery of our time, Imagining only the fantasy of the mind. How often do we find…

  • Rainy Days In Real Form

    When walking alone by the naked shore, Small pebbles hurt the bottom of my soul, while finding balance in ocean floor whole I did discover real becomes much more When standing in the rain to feel soft tease I wandered further in the sea line edge wanting somehow to find a proverbial ledge a place…

  • Caring We Bridge

    Known to stifle affection would task dire, What shallow ponds could derision aspire. We, a grateful, compassionate being So frequently forgetful, less trying. If empathy a gold mark, imagine The onslaught, the minion engine A cavalcade of pure entanglement Would wither away in sorrow’s lament. Oh to recognize beauty in caring, Step inside a giving…

  • His March

    If by decision we choose then to grow, Circle of faith becomes our afterglow When certain the world is a whole state Might we in spiritual Grace relate. For though Heaven with Hell may combative Create constant a choice to ask plaintive, How shall a martyr seek sweet evidence While a near quiet heart leaves…

  • Peaceful Resistance

    What led the world to respond, with not only a few, enough to stop the presses or perhaps filter the pond, that place with which he will empty he stresses.   There this movement spoke with urgency offered the eyes of millions to understand we are framed within our own clemency, to know the bounds…