What is this passion?
This life’s ambition
that is suppose to
lead me toward my purpose
of happiness and fulfillment.
bring meaning to satisfy
a calling.
We are born with a purpose,
a calling to accomplish
a gift God has inscribed
into our spirit,
which gives meaning
to our earthly existence.
I searched deep within ,
The deepest aspects
Of my soul.
I have searched outward
for a glimmer to guide
me toward this meaning
nothing definite has
have I seen.
Although I am aware
of what brings joy
to my day.
I hear voices which say
this is your passion,
go out and share
with the world.
For they need this
gift, this purpose.
For how am I to
fulfill this calling
so it brings a living
to my life?
That’s another question
along with the many already
lost in my journey.

Twilight envelops my being
As I gaze upon this banquet.
A banquet to tempt
the strongest of wills.
Philosophers think about it
poets pen poetic verses.
A canvas of impeccable beauty
to satisfy the most
finicky of palates
Therapy for the mind,
like a sanctuary of soft
gentle music to
replenish the spirit,
calm, soothe the soul.
Humbled by all this,
I feel blessed to have
been awarded this
loving garden to enjoy.
I am humbled by
this awesome
majestic kingdom.
Mountain ranges loom large
above the horizon
some with tops of white
snow capped crowns.
Moonlight now replaces
the reddish sunset.
I rise from where
I have knelt in homage.
For I have seen the
beauty of heavens gate.
this blessing I
shall never forsake.

To what do I hold dear
this visit of April's kiss?
It seems much too early
for your arrival,
for winters cold breath
has yet to frost
my mornings much.
April, you have kissed
the many plants and trees
with warmth,
their leaves and blossoms
sprouting forth bringing
new to life to once ghostly
looking trees and
barren gardens.
But February frost beckons
for one more cameo
tho seemingly it has
stepped away for now.
Although I love the spring
which brings new life
colorful beauty to the land,
I have but one worry.
Spring brings to young men
the feelings of love,
but to me it brings us
one season closer,
to the sweltering
dog days of summer.

Forget me not my love
on those cold lonely nights
when quiet is our home
empty are your arms.
Forget me not
when you awaken
with suns morning light
shining upon an empty bed
where normally I lay upon
Forget me not my dear
when winter's breath
has touched the once
warm country side
where hand in hand
we strolled along
bayous slowly flowing
where moss crowned oaks
line our paths.
Forget me not my darling
for never far am I
no matter the miles
or days apart
I'm always in your heart.
Forget me not my dear
you'er always in my thoughts
remembering how I love you
how I long for your embrace.
Forget me not oh love of mine
for soon our time will be.
Where once again we unite
to bathe in love evermore.

God whispers his small miracles
which grace my life’s paths
beckoning that I notice
their mere presence.
The miracle of a small wildflower
living beneath my footprints,
its smallness adds a larger beauty
to the mesmerizing canvas.
The colored songbird
which sings angelic suites,
as it perches high above,
allowing my soul to be enriched
with the beauty of it’s voice,
reminding me that nature
has a song all its own.
God’s graceful touch as
a soft breeze gently caresses my skin,
enveloping me like a loving hug
one I pray never ends.
For many whispers I come to know,
more I have yet to see.
For now I must journey on
for I feel so much still awaits.
I dare not waste a moment.
I must not fail to listen
to whispers.

Quiet is the evening
as darkness envelops
a once, bright sunlit day.
Tranquil, serene, emotions
slowly, tenderly, encompass
his inner being, preparing
to ease the burden
find peace, from
his hectic, stressful day.
He feels solitude and loneliness
start to creep into his thoughts.
Solitary more likely
the sense he feels.
Realizing he is alone,
no one to share the relaxation,
peacefulness, he has now found.
Soft, relaxing music
of gentle strings,
performed with the softness
of a snowflake floating
from the heavens.
He has reached his mood
no more worries, stress,
nothing, but pure peace.
For restful his mind, his spirit,
for sleep he’s finally found.

I have witnessed your
art my Lord
gracing the evening sky.
That period between
day and night when
one ends, the other begins.
I have been blessed by
the amazing brilliance
of your loving hands,
upon which you graciously
placed upon your canvas
patiently waiting for
your children to see.
But from one moment
to the next,
more beautiful this
masterpiece becomes,
until the moment
when darkness falls
painting the landscape
into deep blackness,
closing your heavenly window.
Alas for this day
has been blessed a
million times over
by your gracious love.
Your love lies everywhere
upon your blossoms, your trees
and especially upon the
colors of the sky.