There are no sins in love
Only raindrops from the heavens above
They’re like teardrops trickling down from my eyes
In the changing of blue to gray skies
And despite the bad weather
We’re two birds of a feather
With a love that just won’t be denied

Broken glass and rubble
Line the streets of Ukraine.
The bombs still fall and
Make the brokenness more broken.
People without homes or hope
Or photos of their mother
Shift their stuff from place to
Maybe safer place or not -
Like the seaweed on a tide
Which only ever seems to ebb.

The twilight of forgetfulness
Makes it hard to see
The tragedy as it unfolds
On page eleven of the Press.
The blinding light of coverage
Is focused on a war torn strip
Twenty-two hundred miles away
Across a broken globe
Where evil is repaying evil
With the guns and bombs of
Armageddon’s Mother.

Blue and yellow ribbons stream
From the flagpole in my yard.
They tell me I must not forget
The plight of tiny Ukraine
As it fights the giant war machine
That craves to own the world.
They tell me I must not forget
The bravery and courage
Of the many little  Davids
Sent to fight Putin’s Goliath.

The world  moves resolutely on
New wars continue to break out
The news jumps in to cover them
And spotlights shift their media glare
To fights perhaps more glamorous
And more fun to report.
But Valiant Ukraine battles on
And I can offer little help
except the headline in my prayers
ljm

~for old, recovered, & new
tunes ‘n friends~

Lord I’m one…
<>

the lovely old tune ease on in,
infiltrating, harmonizing, my soul with
just-the-ice
of another
glorious
sunrise,
inching over the North Fork

soon enough, the body~mind continuum,
will ask me to slide~glide,
move over, make room
for a new tune,
here, asking you to call me,
if you need a friend, find place,
a chair & navy cushion,
  to We observe as
one

mine own carnival of animals,
do their morning exercise,
jumping from here to crazy, squirrel~crazy,
the flitting flighty birds, back and frothy forthing,
pointless lyrically zooming from tree to tree,
their AM calisthenics

an ancient crooner sings of knowledge
of how lonely life can be, and I soft retort,
this morning forbids lonely, come to me,
you my dear ones,
who welcome me into your hearts…
kiss my words
with affection, stating
everything will bring a chained love,
linked by tears of pearl drop-down,
a necklace of joy,
& everything is and will be alright

yes there is something happening over here,
so when you ask,
what’s it  all about Natty,
my reply is easy,
how sweet it is
to be with
you,
my words unrehearsed,
and I brim with
anticipation of Us together,
sipping our coffees,
giving Our silence to be
part & parceled out to the
superior quietude of our surroundings, where
the sounds, well,
they infiltrate our conjoined beings,
I think~sing-enjoy deeply,
that old tune
“Lord I’m One”

800am
Mon Aug 12
2024

by the Sound…

One cup of tea
and this rainy morning
Sitting in the balcony
relishing life's journey
This is true earning