Take my hand and
Lead me Lord, that
I may always do
Your will…

Let Your Spirits light
Shine from my heart
Until the day my life
Is still

Let me be a good example
Lord, that those who see
My change might turn and
believe…

That there is a good
And wonderful God,
Who will answer all
Of our needs.

(1972)

I can't believe I did it, oh please not again. I had one too many and when that happens, this is how it ends. I wake up with a fuzzy memory and I hope I didn't I know I did. I look over and see someone sleeping soundly in beside me in bed. I try to rise quietly and figure out where I am. Did I come back to my place or did they bring me home. I finally find the bathroom and realize that it's all wrong. So I must find my clothes and try to get out quick. I don't even know what they look like, that really makes me sick. I step out of the bedroom and quietly across the floor, I finally find the front entrance and open up the door. I look around to see what street I am on, this is really bad, again things have gone all wrong. All I see are open fields and a few cows here an there. I finally come to the realization that I am not walking away from here.

In the night somewhere
A baby cries
And somewhere else
Lovers sigh
And as time passes
An old man dies

Somewhere out in space
A planet turns
And light years away
A star sun burns
Making us merely dust
And no-one learns

                                 By Phil Roberts

...are showers that come in april, unexpected;
sparks and bursts of fireworks that overwhelm
a new year's eve...and revivify a lethargic world,
with sweet music that plays on, and on, and on...
...cup brims with adjectives that speak wonderfully
of the purest of emotions, like an invisible smile
of the heart, or, a smile too shy, but can't be hid
while imagining first times, face to face situations...
...verbs and adverbs give truth to action, and reaction,
like the soft, sweet giggles that start, when hearing
a voice, or a new accent...the pounding of the heart,
when the phone rings, and conversation flows easy
and honest, time doesn't matter anymore...voices
go soft, then loud, yet, still charming and melodic;
the whispered weary sighs sighed when waiting, or
when goodnights, or temporary goodbyes are
uttered....all are vividly felt, and heard...

...these spurts and blasts of joy,
are sources of metaphors...they capture
the essence of moments sublime...giving them
life and color, making them last in one's memory...

...it is a God-given moment, when true feelings
are manifested...recognized....and appreciated...
ink refuses to run dry, when reliving in writing,
incomparable moments of joy....


Sally

Copyright December 31, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan