Your love was almost warm
just like a summer breeze
that ruffled up my hair
as it hop-scotched through the trees;
Your love was soft and sweet
like cotton-candy tasted
I licked it slow and steady
so nothing much was wasted;
Your love was like a dream
so credible and true
but reality was broken
by things that were not true;
Your love was most deceiving
here today and gone tomorrow
now forgotten happiness
and a river full of sorrow;
Your love was grand deception
and ended in confusion
proving love is blind
and master of illusion.

Where would I be without your love Lord?
seems it took forever, until I accepted You;
through the endless trials and tribulations,
You were with me. You saw me through.

Your the only one, I can truly call a friend,
You-the only one that's never let me down;
earthly friends, they come and then they go,
but I know that You, will always be around.

I will stay obedient to your truthful ways,
I will sing a praise, morning, noon and night;
without Your grace, the  darkness covers me,
I eagerly embrace Your Word and shining light.

Man has failed at life, and of trying to be great,
he has turned his back to God and all His ways;
alienated himself to God's commandments,
now, he's being punished all his earthly days.

Forgive them, for they know not what they do,
they are blinded by the evil prince of night;
they hear, but they don't truly understand,
against the pawns of Satan, we must always fight.

The night we danced in moonlight
was the start of something new
was the budding of romance
and was the love that first we knew.

The moon's glow, settled on your cheek
I held you tight, as we swirled around
through the clouds the moon did peek
and that night, our love was found.

Stars were companions to the moon
like the stars, dancing in your eyes
then the music ended all too soon
people started saying their goodbyes.

We continued dancing with no melody
imaginary strings that touched our heart
we were seeing things nobody else could see
and for those moments, didn't want to part.

The night we danced in moonlight
was the beginning of our dream
the merging of two souls as one
like two rivers flowing in one stream.

The winds have swept the sky
like a broom, it makes things clean;
the morning's fresh and bright
the tips of mountains gleam.
A perfect summer morning
sweeps my troubles out of view;
the world is made afresh
from the other one I knew.
A light breeze is caressing
my brow, my face, my skin;
a shower of contentment
is washing me again.
Such times are always welcome
to the Lord, I give the praise;
thankful to be living
in the autumn of my days.
Thankful for the blessings;
He places at my feet;
hopeful for the future life
upon His judgment seat.

People lounging on the grass
the tents, they form design,
displaying wares that no one buys,
the walkers stroll with their canine.

Arts and crafts and food vendors,
it's a human carnival;
they're shaded by the trees,
the shapely elms stand tall.

The boys are throwing Frisbees,
there are picnics in the making;
there are people in the shade,
it looks like naps they're taking.

It's noon-time at he Courthouse square,
and the fair is simply bustling;
panhandlers at the corners,
it looks like they are hustling.

I take the public viewing in,
amused at their charade;
the only thing that's lacking...
tomorrow's grand parade!

Tell me, you don't love me anymore,
that you, have found somebody new;
and I will walk right out the door,
you need not tell me that we're through.
Tell me, you can't go on much longer,
that everything I do is simply wrong;
some say pain just makes one stronger,
***, I've heard that lame old song.
Tell me, nothing that I do will matter,
that you lack something in your life;
if you knew, it's my soul you shatter,
would you stay and be my faithful wife?
Tell me, that you only need some space,
that you've got to get your **** together;
then I'll say to you, I'll only miss your face,
and any other storm, I'll **** well whether.
Tell me, you don't want me in your sight,
that the sooner that I leave... the better;
then I will hurry and step into the night,
with no goodbyes, farewells, or letter.

Tell her that you love her,
if, in fact, you do;
that you'd be lost without her,
in, in fact, it's true.
That her voice is lovely,
it's music to your ear;
that joy just overflows,
whenever she draws near.
Tell her that you cherish,
her love throughout the day;
that your heart pines for her,
when she's far away.
That she's worth waiting for,
that she is your sweet treasure;
that no one else comes close,
by any count or measure.
Tell her that you love her,
if, in fact, you do;
that it was love at first sight,
if, in fact, it's true.

Father, we pray for a world divided,
by untruths, lies and opinion;
we pray for repentance from sin,
over which You have total dominion.
Search our questioning hearts,
and remove all that's unclean;
gives us strength to overcome,
in the faith and hope, unseen.
Father, please,  bless us this day,
with the knowledge of Your  grace;
with the peace that satisfies,
which we,  can then,  embrace.
We give our burdens up to You,
things we can't solve on our own;
we bow, to worship You, my Lord,
above,  on Your Heavenly Throne.
Father, take this solemn prayer,
and turn it to happiness;
let us then,  be a child of God,
whom You acknowledge and bless.

You must remember,
just how much I loved you -
when first our love took shape;
before the curtain fell on our parade,
and covered us in one big drape.
After that,  we lost the way,
we tried to fix things on the mend;
we recalled our times together,
but it was useless in the end.
You must remember,
the way that I once held you -
and laughter, far outweighed the tears;
before the final act was finished,
we had the whole of all the years.
But now we cannot find an answer,
to questions that surround the mind;
it's best to leave them all unanswered,
I'm too afraid of things that we might find.
Just remember how I loved you,
before the truth,  became deceit;
before the angry words were spoken,
and you walked away on angry feet.

Cotton floating on the breeze,
falling gently in the air;
against the green of giant trees,
in skies so blue and bare.
No clouds to spoil the view,
just contrails passing by;
on a morn that's fresh and new,
with scenes that make you sigh.
Like snowflakes sown in May,
they flutter to the ground;
the leaves, in splendor, sway,
yet they make no sound.
The spores are fluffy...white,
they dance within the wind;
it's a spring time magic sight,
around each pathway's bend.
Walks like these, you treasure,
in the mind and in the soul;
the type we cannot measure,
but ones that make us whole.

I've had my fill of turkey,
perhaps a bit too much;
too much pumpkin pie,
sweet potatoes in my clutch.
And now, the stomach pays,
for the act of overeating;
if manners were the norm,
I'm afraid that I'd be cheating.
Why do we over do the things,
things we love and cherish?
and when the sleep does come,
it's often quite nightmarish.
Food will do that to you,
your dreams become bizzare;
the leftovers you take home,
you don't leave them in the car.
Another slice of pie won't hurt,
it slides right down, like jelly;
and later when, your aching,
it leads back to the belly.
Oh,  Thanksgiving is a beast,
with too much food and laughter;
for we neglect to overlook,
what comes to us soon after.

Out on the porch,
gentle breezes blow;
I bask in early morning sun,
in its warmth and glow.

On my makeshift trellis,
trumpet vines climb high;
the rosemary is fragrant,
against the azure sky.

The honey locust trees,
sway lightly in the wind;
on the far horizon,
that seems to never end.

Dark, green juniper,
makes a lovely edge;
bordered on the gulch,
it makes a perfect hedge.

The willows and a cactus,
share the earth together;
red roses and bottle-bush,
complete my backyard treasure.

The arid land, does not lack
for growth,
the plants all seem
to know their place;
I grow to love their
buds and blooms,,
knowing soon, their
smiling happy face.

You'd think my tears would dry up -
once that they are shed;
but like a fountain they continue,
after all is done and said.
You'd think that I'd get over-
all the things that came about;
the shouting and the silence,
the instances of doubt.
You'd think I'd just forget-
the hauntings of the past;
forget the bitterness,
sure it wouldn't last.
But love is kind and gentle-
not arrogant and cruel;
and did you really think
that you could play me for a fool?
You'd think that now that
time has flown-
that I'd come back to you;
but what you didn't realize,
was the hell you put me through.

In Your Word Lord, I gather strength,
to face ahead, the days of wrath;
to surmount my daily problems,
to stay on, the righteous path.
When the nights, all seem too long,
when the sadness shakes the mind;
in Your song, I am protected,
in You, such happiness I find.
I praise Your name, up to the heavens,
where in angel's fields, You are;
ask for forgiveness and for mercy,
in the atmosphere of stars.
Pray that You, will always guide me,
on all roads that lead to life;
ease my trouble thoughts; and
see me past the world of strife.
In Your Word Lord, I seek peace,
that no one understands, but me;
only others, in Your shelter,
can see the treasure, that I see.

Let the autumn flowers fade,
their time is now past due;
rain comes down on its parade,
this heart will not be sad or rue.
Time comes round for every season,
love and hate and sometimes pain;
not every thing has rhyme or reason
but everything comes round again.
Say goodbye to passing fancies,
say so long to passing fads;
bury them along with pansies,
drown them 'neath the lily pads.
Give your love to things that stay,
give your heart to music fine;
forget all things that went away,
drink the dregs of summer's wine.
Say a prayer for those that fail,
expectations lost of dreams;
no promises of future mail,
true love is not the thing it seems.

The clouds float on the blue,
with a painter's touch;
the sun plays peek-a-boo,
and isn't seen too much.

I marvel at the composition,
that fills my heart with joy;
at Nature's whims and fancies,
of which she now employs.

Much better than a Rembrandt,
more polished than Van Gogh;
there is a touch of wonderment,
of which I do not know.

There is a stroke of God,
that frames the lovely scene;
that captures all the magic,
on which my soul does lean.

On which my thoughts do rest,
instills me with its peace;
that moves my heart with pleasure,
with silent, splendid ease.

2,000, five hundred feet higher,
it's ten degrees cooler up here;
than the place where I now live
watching the green cacti near.

From where I am,  I can't see it,
I'm too far to the north and east;
but the views I do have,  are great,
Verde Valley's a high desert feast.

The peaks behind Flagstaff's are lovely,
Eighty-nine A winds her way to Jerome;
and a shelter of pines line my footpath,
as we amble and stride and do roam.

Jax - is my  faithful companion,
adorable, trustworthy...true;
a canine that I can call buddy,
he's with me in most things that I do.

The road is a thousand feet lower,
like a concrete snake amid trees;
Wood-Chute mountain's enchanting,
as once more, I return, to just see.

Charlie my boy, oh Charlie my boy
twenty-five pounds of canine fun
you fill me, your a bundle of joy
I laugh to see you play and run.
Your legs are stocky and short
your coat is fluffy just like a lamb
when your sleeping, you tend to snort
sometimes you're quiet as a clam.
Eight years old  and full of vigor
you've replaced the guy we had
it's funny and I can't figure
why dogs can't live longer, it's sad.
So much love they give to all
with their antics and their love
there always at our brck and call
I think they were sent from Him above.
Charlie, your the greatest friend
wish you could live forever
cause you love, it will not end
never...never...never!

You showed me truth,
when I had doubt;
you took my world,
changed it all about.

I turned from sin,
to ride the glory train;
and I've no doubt,
I'd do it all again.

You picked me up,
when I was down and out;
when once I whimpered,
I now will stand and shout.

I now have shelter,
from my ugly past;
I now have substance,
something that will last.

I gave my burden up,
You carried it for me;
and offered love and joy,
plus all eternity.

When I didn't know the seasons
when time to me was nil
everything was innocence
no sense of time to ****;
I finally learned of Spring
and the promises of love
that wafted down from heaven
and bright-lit skies above;
Then Summer came along
with marriage, jobs and kids
music, friends and laughter
just before I hit the skids;
Suddenly came Autumn
beautiful… serene…
scarred by circumstances
that erased my dreams;
Now- in the throes of Winter
I've accepted my true fate
ready to renew...once more
once more, to clean the slate

Shall I tell you how it felt
when you left without a word?

It was like...
a door slammed in my face.

Do you want to be,
in God's great
coming kingdom?
Then my friend,
He wants you
in His fold;
there's security in
believing,
you can forget everything
that you've been told.
They're only lies and
false deception,
told by the father of
all lies;
the truth is never in him,
he longs to hear
your moans
and cries.
There is a kingdom
coming to
this fractured earth,
that will erase all pain
and sorrow;
that will bring peace
to all the world,
it's coming soon
my friends,
perhaps tomorrow.
God calls to all,
but few do hear,
they follow other gods,
in vain;
they need to open up
their ears
their hearts and minds,
to know the one true God,
who soon will reign.

You are the king of all that matters
watching what we do we trepidation
as we break Your Ten Commandments
and fall apart, divided as a nation.

We seem to think that we don't need You
sinning, throwing caution to the wind
forgetting where in the world we came from
pushing away memory of where we've been.

Killing daily, babies while in their womb
accepting things, we never did before
becoming strangers to ourselves
as we walk, mindless, out the door.

Forgive us Lord, for our stupidity
have mercy, on our heedless soul
as we break, into useless pieces
all the things that once, had made us whole.

Have pity on the way we view our lives
with no reflection on our godless heart
forgive us, for our wicked, shameful ways
of which, by our mistakes, we form a part.

In the mountains I can
lose my thoughts,
escape from daily care;
at peace with sun and shadow,
knowing He is there.

To guide my wayward steps,
to keep me on His road;
to lift from off my shoulders,
my weary, heavy, load.

In the hillsides I am lost,
yet my heart can find the way;
my soul is filled with love,
for the living of this day.

For the blessings of His Word,
for the promises He gives;
for a quiet, restful mind,
for the faith in Him that lives.

In the ridges of the peaks,
and wherever I do roam;
I can say I'm never lost...
He always walks me home.

Lord, you wash and replenish my soul,
Your gift of grace, it makes me whole;
You restore my faith, my very being,
open my shuttered eyes to seeing.

You satisfy this hunger in me,
And Your truth, with it, I'm free;
Your Word is comfort for my heart,
Praising You, where do I start?

You are a refuge from my troubled mind,
giving blessings as the day unwinds;
Your the Rock that gives me strength,
for You, I'd go to any length.

Your love is my one great foundation,
that saves me from this wayward nation;
I bow and pray with great thanksgiving,
for one more day that I'll be living.

To You alone, I give all Glory,
as to the world, I'll tell Your story;
how it was... You came to be,
how Your Son, he died for me.

Nature never leaves you,
like certain people do;
one day there here,
next day there gone,
you search for someone new.

In the mountains, I am lost,
but I always find my way;
being lost is only bad,
if you've no other place
to stay.

Solitude is healing,
in the hills, I see forever;
in the walk of silent footsteps,
I  always find my pleasure.

Nature doesn't judge you,
it's just there to
please the eye;
clouds provide odd shapes,
as they slowly
drift on high.

People sometimes leave you,
but the sorrow lasts not long;
there are many other comforts,
to bring you a new song.

Put your trust in nature,
when in trust you have to start;
it will not leave you lonely,
it will not break your heart.

She never wanted love,
only to hold my hand;
when the darkness fell,
she felt that it was grand.
To cuddle and to coo,
with my arm around her
shoulder ;
she just wanted to be held,
nothing greater, nothing
bolder.
I wanted more and told her,
she'd just laugh and smile;
be content,  she said,
just hold me for awhile.
I put my hand upon her knee,
she removed it - silently;
was I too much a panderer?
was it too rude of me?
She never wanted love,
just a flirt - that's all she was;
let this love remain a ******,
because, because, because.

There is beauty in His being
there is beauty great and strong
there is beauty in His seeing
there is beauty in His song.
There is justice in His voice
there is justice in His power
there is justice in His choice
there is justice He will shower.
There is mercy in His heart
there is mercy in His eyes
there is mercy on His part
there is mercy none can buy.
there is wisdom in His laws
there is wisdom in His soul
there is wisdom with no flaws
there is wisdom He makes whole.
There's forgiveness in His arms
there's forgiveness in His word
there's forgiveness without alarm
there's forgiveness when He is heard.

New earth will be an Eden
like it was so long ago
when our parents knew no evil
and had that God-like glow;
when the air was pure and clean
when the animals were tame
before the serpent's touch
before we knew of shame;
when  angels clapped their hands
at our glorious creation
before they wept in sorrow
at the sins of every nation;
before man slew his brother
before the sin of Cain
when God protected us
when we had all to gain;
There is a new world coming
when again, the angels sing
when Christ returns in power
to reign on earth as King~!

Your love is like the weather
it changes with the day
sunny, cloudy, windy
rain that comes my way.

Your love is like the seasons
in the summer it is hot
and in the throes of winter
often it is not.

Your love is like the weather
it's gloomy or it shines
it's like the fickle wind
that can moan and whine.

Your love is like the seasons
in spring when fog is low
and misty dew appears
or in the fall when colors glow.

Your love is like the weather
it's often clouded over
or like the splendid sun
upon a field of clover.

The winter's night is long and dark,
no longer can I sleep;
the new year's day comes silently,
quiet, cold and deep.

Once I watched it, as a youth,
with crowds of noisy voice;
partied, loved and laughed,
as if I had no choice.

But the parties now are over,
long gone, the boisterous crowd;
the love and laughter, subtle,
soft and gentle, never loud.

I sleep through fireworks,
let the young go on parade;
seek out the morning sun,
much more so than the shade.

The warmth is on my back,
frost melts upon the stalk;
my breath wafts in the air,
on my early morning's walk.

I'm not fond of hospitals,
the sick, the injured, the dying;
nurses wearing gloves and masks,
catching bugs when I'm not trying.

But we have to pay respects,
to those we love and cherish;
to be there in body and in mind,
when they may sadly perish.

We have to stay quite cheerful,
to lift their sprits up;
to say they will get better,
to be there as they sup.

To make them laugh, not cry,
to encourage them each day;
while they are confined in bed,
till they're released one day.

But hospitals are my bane,
I can't get away too quickly;
from the things that one can catch,
by just visiting the sickly.

I walk with God,
you think it odd?
He alone is friend,
He keeps me to the end.
The end is when your dead,
I'd rather be alive instead,
but we all know where we're going,
some are afraid of showing.
But to die is but to live,
the way to "get" is give,
we're too foolish with our pride,
we must set it all aside.
**** the ego and the lust,
in God we surely trust;
don't need no wanton greed,
He'll satisfy our need.
Bow your head and kneel,
think it out-don't just feel;
He is worthy of our praise,
He'll see us through our maze.
In the final scene we win,
if we stay free from sin;
so you see, it isn't odd,
what we do is honor God.

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.

It's better this way...
ignoring one another
of what we've put away.

I was drawn to love
but not the way you were
mine was from above.

Secrets kept from others
is not what I wanted
that road only smothers.

What we said still matters
though now its put aside
and lies in silent tatters.

It's better this way
that were remain apart
that we keep to ourselves
lest we break each others hearts.

Days and nights, they runtogether,
sometimes fast and sometimes slow;
some are toil and some are pleasure,
sometimes I just never know.

Twelve hours sunshine, 12 hours dark,
when your retired. what does it matter?
the sun above, is very bright and stark,
it can fry you, make you mad as a hatter.

Night is black with shimmy-shine stars,
there's a distant planet there tonight;
don't know which one, perhaps it's Mars,
whichever one,  it's quite the sight.

Dawn comes up with pink-tinged feet,
in rosy-petaled splendor;
light and dark, they sometimes meet,
but as often not, that I can remember.

Days and nights, they runtogether,
sometimes fast and sometimes slow;
sometimes they are hard to measure,
sometimes I just never know.

You haunt my dreams,
but only for moment,
the dreams fade fast,
just like you did;
the day you left,
there was no note,
there was no notice,
all things were hid.
I never searched,
to see if I could find you;
what is the use of -
searching for a ghost?
of all the girls I had,
you were my prize,
after all, it was you,
I loved the most.
Why did you leave
in such a hurry?
what was it, I had said
or done?
did I cause you pain,
or sorrow?
what made you flee -
what made you run?
Unanswered questions,
they nibble at my brain;
they sour mind and soul,
they leave me barely sane.
You left me only dreams,
and empty hands to hold;
to wrap around myself,
when nights, they get too cold.
So I am left with memories,
that die with every living day;
wondering why you left,
and went, so far away.

On this hilltop, looking down,
the muddy river flows
on the waters far below
midday sun makes it glow.
You could put the Empire State Building
in there, and its top wouldn't show
this, the grandest of the canyons
swallows it up you know.
The speck (me) is awed
I walk fast back to my tent
the day is ending quickly
the bulk of sun is spent.
Indian Gardens, my oasis,
is a clump of green below
the rim is still miles up
I was here once and I know.
I'm back for the second time
the hike from rim to rim
sleep comes swiftly to my eyes
as the daylight dims.
The huge domes and cliffs
surround me with their height
marveling, I fall asleep
becoming one with night.

I am not society's child,
nor a slave to worldly things;
I reject the ways of men,
and what that often brings.

I am a child of God,
and it's His truth I follow;
man's ways are not His ways;
their ring is often hollow.

But the Holy Spirit doesn't lie,
never falters,  never sins;
its presence is forever,
of my enemies,  it thins.

I am a slave to Christ,
a servant to the King;
that only asks for Love,
and not to kiss His ring.

I'm in the world,  not of it,
this kingdom is not mine;
I'm waiting for God's kingdom,
that in time, will come and shine.

I sit in the non-smoking section
of the restaurant. That's a laugh.
The smoke from your noxious
**** still finds me. It makes me ill.
I am going to ask you to extinguish
it, or else heave in your face. I'll
pursue the former but actually favor
the latter. I could just up and leave,
but that would be acceding victory
to the American Tobacco Industry-
and to you, the original Marlboro Man.
As politely as I am able, I walk over to
your table and ask you to put it out.
It's made me sick. You smirk and ask
me if I'm serious...the favored response
occurs.

I only know that love will still exist,
long after you and I are parted;
it doesn't stop and end in pain,
because of something we've now started.

Of course, there will be grief and sorrow,
but that will fade as time goes marching on;
but a burden will be shed,  and lifted,
long after we have seen exactly what went wrong.

Love never fails,  it's only human beings,
imperfect in the flesh, imperfect in their reason;
they're blinded by emotions they can't handle,
and so, they pass along,  as any season.

Some will part as friends, and some like foes,
some will bear their wounds and some will not;
but inside, well hidden, in the tortured soul,
the remains, will dissolve and slowly rot.

But one day, you'll see another pleasant sight,
that will attract you,  to its gleaming eye;
and  you will slowly fall in love again,
and with new-found wings...you'll fly.

The desert, slowly grows on you
there are no trees in all that space
the sun was so hot, like an oven
and of a cloud, there was no trace.

But then one night, I camped outside
there was no noise, no planes, no cars
suddenly, I was startled out of sleep
God, I could almost touch the stars!

I'd never seen the Milky Way so close
I marveled at its clarity of light
that set the universe aglow
what a grand and awesome sight!

One spring I saw, the cacti all in bloom
saw a mesa, rise to kiss the evening sky
saw a flaming sunset.  in the west
that made me want to shout (or cry).

The desert has a beauty all its own
from a view a hundred miles away
at first, I wanted desperately to leave
but now I've changed my mind, I'll stay.

You never lose a love,
fragments still remain;
a look, a smile, a laugh,
tears, regret, some pain.
Good outweighs the bad,
except in certain cases;
and often times a blur,
forgotten names and faces.
Some memories die hard,
and those are worst of all;
the giddiness of love,
before the tragic fall.
You never lose a love,
even buried deep inside;
something brings you back,
where once, it did reside.
You never lose a love,
'cause love, it never fails;
it's we that are imperfect,
the bane of all our ails.

Honor your father and mother,
and let your life be long;
it's the first law with a promise,
on it, you won't go wrong.

We all need the right direction
in the things we do and say;
as we journey in our youth,
and prepare to go our way.

Our Father rules with mercy
and kindly discipline;
and when we leave the "nest,"
the rules, they do not end.

Authority is placed by God,
there's always one bad apple;
those we must discard,
as though our life we grapple.

Honor's only rightful,
when morals are but good;
doing what we know is right,
not what we think we should.

Honor we must give, to God,
in the depth of daily battle;
though the earth does shake,
and though the sabers rattle.

When I have finished climbing up the ridge
to some secluded green and leafy knoll
where the view is often grand and splendid
then I can say, it's well, within my soul.
When I have reached the summit of success
and realized the elusive, treasured goal
then I'll bask in joy and satisfaction
for it's well, so very well, within my soul.
When I ask myself, the silent question,
for whom and what the bell does softly toll
I think of the captain of my salvation
and it's well, so very well, within my soul.
When I know, that without Him, I am lost
when I know, it's Him, that makes me whole
then there's peace, that passes understanding
and it is well, so well, within my soul.
When I see waves that kiss the distant shore
the white-tipped water on its constant roll
then I have a view of heaven's glory
then all is well, so well, within my soul.

I used to be, out of control,
when things did not go right;
I'd brush it all aside,
in hectic, anxious flight.
To "nurse" my angry words,
with a drink or maybe more;
I'd stomp out of the house,
and then, I'd slam the door.
I used to blame all others,
who'd cause me so much pain;
then, I'd act surprised,
when I did it all, again.
I'd curse them, in my misery,
and the outcome of my fate;
lashing at the one I loved,
and hurt my cherished mate.
It's only recently that I,
have learned to live in peace;
with love and understanding,
I gave my life...new lease.
I give my burdens up to Him,
He's  changed my life around;
and as that grand old song does go,
once lost...  I now... am found.
I used to be an enemy,
to myself and those I knew;
but when I followed God,
those pain-filled days were through.
So let me say a hallelujah,
let me sing a righteous song;
for tomorrow's looking bright,
as I bury all that's wrong.

Rivers of living waters,
flow through these aging bones;
refreshing vital fluids,
how pleasant are their tones.

Babbling brooks of life,
filtered by green-filled fields;
the substance of our being,
how sweet the bounty yields.

Fountains of clear, clean truth,
that give to you, your measure;
filling your cup, to its brim,
with God-given bits of treasure.

He who drinks of these waters,
shall never thirst again;
gone is the carnal man,
that relishes in sin.

Rivers of living waters,
comfort this soul of mine;
content in a new creation,
content to let time unwind.

The early morning coolness
finds me on the trail, walking
the crispness of the dawn
looking here and there, gawking;
A hike for me is pleasant
and something of a boon,
I smile at the image before me
for I am walking toward the moon.
though I am not getting any closer
its fullness shines as I look south;
the man in the moon is not apparent
but if I look close, I can see his mouth.
The loop I take is on a high ridge
the highway traffic off to my right;
they're all rushing off to work
I turn, and they are gone from sight.
Back to the car, where I have parked
I make my way on dirt-packed narrow trails;
there are no short-cuts that I take
and the sense of one good walk prevails.

Weep no more my lady,
sadly fades the light;
but memories of love,
sustain me with their might.

When we were young and strong,
when our bodies were on fire;
when I neglected things,
and you were my one desire.

Then, life had much more meaning,
and your kisses flowed like wine;
and the treasured moment of my life,
was in your arms...entwined.

When your laughter was sweet music,
when your touch was mine alone;
when your embrace was heaven,
and we'd nothing to atone.

When the nights were never long,
and the days, were never dull;
when the waves broke ever gently,
against our love's great hull.

Even on this summer morning,
I feel the coolness of a breeze;
wait patiently for wanted rain,
as I watch the buzzing bees.
They love my trumpet vine,
as do the hummingbirds;
in the distance, thunder rumbles,
like soft,  unspoken words.
The humid air feels strange,
on these desert, arid plains;
the sun is gaining strength,
as the coolness,  wanes.
Summer breezes cool again,
the monsoon weather's here;
hail, dust and gusty winds,
and not much rain, I fear.
But I'm an optimist,
full of faith and hope;
even if it never comes,
I always seem to cope.
Summer days are warm or hot,
and summer days are fickle;
grayish clouds are forming,
by God- I think I hear it trickle.