In All Our Years ™

Silently the seed sits below the earth in darkness, wet and alone- As days of sun warm the earth and seed, soon- Stirs and wakes, changing completely from once to new. As first breaths are …

there is a Little Light in our kitchen, and She does not light during the day, when most are away, but only at night, when we all do lay. as evening approaches, he arrives to …

Waves of life ebb and flow, whilst the shores of humanity, sift and stir- Perhaps familiar sands, caress our soul, lest and when we would heed to go- Above all hence to heed, to love …

is there no end to our desires for those things our mind conspires- while we work and toil and whittle toward goals both grandiose and little? we learn new ways to discover and comfort in …

So I’m thinking is grass a weed? It can certainly be trimmed quite nicely indeed, to be all straight and true, where fields reflect its lights of greens and sometimes blue. So I ask and …

There is a hollow room I know. It was not always there. It used to hold volumes for the ones I love. The tables and shelves were full and brimming with caring, kindness, service, commitment …

you are now- made of love from two, you. they hold you close- you are loved and grow to see. you find your do and enjoy your be. you find your love and one is …

the sunrise teased my mind as I slumbered under perfume scented sheets. a window, curtains aside, allowed the limbs of pines to peer in and question me and ask of why and who and how …

As is the Sun, each of us are One. As with the Sun, we touch many lives, in loving ways. And as we live, we hope for One, for a time, or even days.