Dark clouds rolling in,
thunder rolls, lightning flashes
Natures lemondade

Sun shines on blue pond
butterfly lands on my face
God speaks many ways

The Matches

In the course of mundane tasks
I found a book of matches today.
Not an earthshaking event,
or that unusual, you say.
In the scheme of all that is,
an insignificant event,
and yet to me, in my own special space,
it represents a love I knew, a place we went.
For just a moment or two,
I was young and pretty.
Enjoying life and all its pleasures,
exploring sites and sounds in a brand new city.
My life was before me,
the plot not yet written.
All there was was me,
and the man with whom I was smitten.
I smelled the smells,
and heard the sounds.
Vividly remember how it felt,
to know a love that had no bounds.
I tried to throw that book of matches away,
but their pull was to strong.
Back in the drawer they went.
Least I forget youths, sweet sweet song.

I made a new friend today,
and I cant wait to see
all the fun we'll have together,
the places we'll go and the things we'll see.
We bonded right away,
our eyes met and we knew,
we have much in common,
we look at the world with the same view.
Her face is may be wrinkled,
but in her dark brown eyes,
I recognize the glint of humor,
a soul peaceful, joyous and wise.
I know she has much to share,
I can learn many things.
Be still and listen,
is the lesson she brings.
She smiled at me,
and my heart skipped a beat,
I felt the laughter well up in my chest,
I felt joy from my head to my feet.
I am so thankful to the powers that be
for bringing her into my life.
I know I can depend on her,
in times of incredible joy or unbearable strife.
She'll never leave me
or forget to call.
She'll always be there,
weather I'm victorious or if I fall.
For the new friend I met,
is the spark within me.
The piece of our creator,
we all have, but few will ever see.
I honor her and give her the power,
to take charge of my life.
The ego bows down,
under the spirit surgeons knife.
I rise as the phoenix from the physical ashes,
renewed and excited to experience the way.
It's all new, it holds such promise, it has nothing to do with numbers.
It's special, its mine, its my BIRTH day!

Choices

I didn't swear at the telemarketer today,
or watch violence in a movie or on tv.
I didn't complain bout the aches and pains,
the world is a better place, because of me.
I didn't send those vengeful thoughts
to the moms whose baby's death is in question.
I acknowledge it's not for me to judge,
the jury is in, end of session.
The truth is known by "the one who matters".
Man's law has gone through due process,
We must let go and understand,
it is what it is, no more and no less.
I slammed the door in self pity's face,
and smiled at the grumpy teller.
I took advantage of ever chance
to honor my inner angel and ignore the heller.
I sent out some prayers for those in charge,
affirming they rule with wisdom and love,
ignoring the pull of the selfish ego,
getting inspiration on the wings of a dove.
I listened to the opinions of another.
I heard his words, understood what he said.
I may not agree one hundred percent,
but my mind was nourished and my soul was fed.
I understand the world if filled with many different trees,
from the fragrant cedar to the mighty oak.
Each has it's own merit, it own single voice,
yet under it all it is God who has spoke.
My heart is light,
and my soul is free.
Choices I had and choices I made,
today the worlds a better place, because of me.

The Call

According to the song by the "man in black,"
he "fell into a burning ring of fire".
He's left us now but Im sure he can see,
that we as humans have fell into a pit of muck and mire.
Treading water in the thick immovable
paralizing tar of fear.
Our lungs are burning and crying for air,
not contaminated by intolerance, hate. or the smell of sulfur that seems so near.
Surrounded by atrocities we cannot comprehend,
our eyes are clenched tight.
Yet we see through the lids and
the acid tears flow no matter how hard we fight.
Our hearts have shriveled within our chests.
The blood it once pumped long shed in the muck,
absorbed by the futility of loves endless quest.
Slowly we're losing ground,
slowly we're sinking.
What are we doing?
What the hell are we thinking?
How many babies must die at their mother own hand?
How many kittens tossed from the window of a speeing car?
How many daughters must still cower waiting for daddy's "good night"?
When will it be to much, gone to far?
Each of us can help, we can make it better.
One by one we can shed the black ooze.
Reach back for the one behind us and offer our hand,
we dont have to go under, we dont have to lose.
We're in this together, like it or not.
We all have something to give, whether big or small,
it all matters . give what ever you can.
Love you fellow man, answer the call.