What Crosses My Mind

  • An Easter Sunday Prayer

    I would wish we might all love, if only for the hours of this day, turn to one another, the fear we even imagine in doing so, be put aside, for we are all wanting to show effort toward recognizing our own sense of balance in knowing there is a special bond, a reality, a…

  • I Wonder About Sundays

    When as a child I would favor Sundays Dressing up we would join our neighbors I could wear skinny ties, look certain ways Then feel the smiles, in the shaded ambers.   In speaking a loud, I was often heard Felt a little wonderful to know my name Kept inside a sacred chalice so absurd…

  • Sunday Morning Ambience

    Sunday Morning Ambience

    Coffee nearby, always seems a staple, how we begin a new state of mind. We could recognize ourselves as just part of the game, yet, there seem to be so many games afloat. How do we choose, the path, when Frost spoke of least resistance, how do we now return to his wall, to decide…

  • Morning Peace

    I woke in peace, before the dawn of my imagination began again to reel off the news, I slumbered in my mind, a new energy encompassed me to remind me of sunlight, a symbolic gesture, brighten my day, begin again this way, soft, move forward allow any ideals safely tucked away to ignite travel, while…

  • On Sunday Mornings

    We all live in the certainty of time wondering in dreamstates of life sublime. A child would live Sunday mornings through You Seeking answers in a gaze, sky streaked blue. Might happiness just be attained like that a conscious choice, an idioscyncrat – Tick, a charmed ballet in life’s aftermath, In autumn’s grace cleansed anew, without Wrath. We…

  • That Sunday Charm

    Hours tick by slowly yet with rapid abandon. We all get it, that evening reaction. Looming Mondays always get me down I remember when she would sing I was a kid and I wondered about rainy days. What did these Mondays mean? I know tonight it speaks to not wanting to wake up. I seek…