You are my rock Lord
the horn of my salvation
the anchor of my soul
the hope of one great nation.
You are my love Lord
through good times and the rest
when I was lost and all alone
You saved me for the best.
Now I know Your ways Lord
and the path that leads to grace
the road that leads to peace
in Your treasured place.
You are my strength Lord
without You I would falter
thank You for Your blessings
at the footholds of Your altar.
You are my rock Lord
the faith that never dies
the hope of a tomorrow
wherein my future lies.

Lynx Lake lies quiet in
the early rays of sunshine.
no ripples to disturb the
waters,
nor harsh cries of jays,
just a stillness that pervades
and like a painting, is mute
and beautiful.
The tall ponderosa trees
dot the shoreline,
adding stately elegance
and silent majesty to
the cool air that is my
morning drink,
secondary to my two
cups of coffee but
just as pleasing and
satisfying.
I meet three people
walking their dogs
as I am doing, on my
three mile nature stroll.
Two miles north of us,
drivers are racing along
highway 69, hell-bent
for the work that
awaits them.
Too far away to
hear the traffic's roar;
I am content to be
enveloped in solitude,
among a princely forest
lost to the world for
an hour.

I ordered a burger plain
with a glass of ale;
I bit into it heartily
leaving a bread crumb trail.

It curbed my hunger
the ale was crisp and cold;
onions lay atop
my leafy lettuce fold.

I munched in sweet delight
watching a baseball game;
it didn't matter who
it's pretty much the same.

A culinary treasure
of drink and meat and bun;
savoring the taste
when I didn't have to run.

Just a simple meal
a small thing in itself;
a gustatory pleasure
celebrating self.

I threw away a love
because it was one sided;
she was not the girl for me
because I have decided.

She was just a dear friend
not the love I wanted;
but we grew too close together
and her pleasant body taunted.

I threw away a love
like tissue I've discarded;
she was too possessive
I left her broken-hearted.

She was like a clinging vine
when I escaped her clutch;
I didn't miss her then
and now, too, not much.

I threw away a love
it was a one-way street;
she was just a friend
I happened to just meet.

Stay?
For whom, for what?
No way!

There is nothing like
the climbing of a trail,
to still the tremors of
one's soul;
To wash away the daily
sweat of life,
to purify the heart
and make it whole.
The views above, make
those below, enchanting,
the vast expanse of
mountains that surround;
up here the air is
clean and fresh,
and peace and quiet
relatively found.
The summit's not important,
'tis but the climb;
that renews and replenishes
the constant state of mind.
Give me the solitary hike
in which to linger;
marveling at the artistry
of God's great finger.

So long to love
it's too **** complicated
and simply over-rated
so goodbye to love.

Adieu to all the romance
the showiness and song
goodbye to false embraces
that lasted way too long.

Farewell to hugs and kisses
that end right at the door
send it on its way
I've been there before.

Close the door on arguments
that flare for no **** reason
for no good explanation
must be the angry season.

So long to love
I'm always the wrong mate
goodbye to love
it seems to be my fate.