I seem to have lost it though I have looked in every crevice and corner Where, I can’t help but wonder, would my Joy for Life hide? I’ve looked in the western skies as the sun sets, following the ribbons of light and color, peaked through the treetops following the birds flight, hoping they would
Dear Clear Blue Skies, You are the epitome of all we wish our lives to be, perfect days of perfect sunshine, with no clouds to mar the day. But what would it be like if the ever changing sky became never changing. Every morning, noon and evening yet another clear blue sky? There would be
Dear Dream Awakened from my peaceful slumber by your visions greatly impassioned left to decipher the intricate code of your message quite creatively fashioned Fashioned into a delicate puzzle whose pieces daintily float away racing and reaching to catch them only to behold my empty hands, in dismay Dear Dream, are you a fortune teller
There are moments of my life that I look back on, see the people that shared that moment of my journey with me, Feel the love remember the laughter, wrap them quietly in a loving embrace, lifting my heart up to the sky, my pen singing of the wonder & miracle of the Gift of
A Quiet Heart 