Where did that book go?
I left it here,
right here
on my desk
just last night,
yet today - no sign of it.

Now that's what I call
a mystery story....

To a little girl lost.
I hope you find your way home.
I hope you're not afraid
or lonely
or missing the arms of your loved ones.
They hold you forever
in their hearts
and that's where you'll stay.
Be bold little one, be brave.
Stand tall.
Be proud.
You'll always be loved
more than you know.

Little girl lost
find your way home.

Where did that book go?
I left it here,
right here
on my desk
just last night,
yet today - no sign of it.

Now that's what I call
a mystery story....

My Writer's and Artist's Year Book
knows me well.
It knows what I want to write
and where I want to send it.

So why - oh why -
does it stay obstinately closed
as I sit  and wait
for inspiration ...?

The Lord is my editor
whom I shall trust.
He maketh me to
reach for my pen.
He feedeth me with ideas
that I shall write down
for His name's sake.
He leadeth me to the right markets
and restoreth my self belief.
He fills my pen with blessings
that I can share
and poems that I can write.
Surely His goodness and mercy
will guide my hand always.
And I shall write in the name of the Lord
forever.
Amen

One advantage  of living higher
than the flat roof next door,
is seeing how two infant chicks
grow and develop,
knowing that one day,
they'll look
and survive
just like their seagull mother.

What those lower down miss ...

Old Mother Sea,
she reflects me,
her colours are my moods.
On a good day,
we sparkle - together