I shall wander with the
beauty of my souL
The gentle breeze
that bonds with breath.
The moment that echoes in heartbeat.

Fingers dance with pen.
Ink becomes a rolling wave.
And my eyes see stars
to wish upon.

I wander as footsteps
celebrate life’s song
inside fearlessness and calm.
For my soul is woven within
so I cant loose.

Love overpowers senses.
Light integrates dark.
Peace becomes reality
to savor as gratitude anchors.

And as I drift inside grace,
I shall see the butterflies beauty
and catch a miracle
that God gifts me
in this my lifetime on earth.

When one faces their fears
and stands to see mirror of self
everything changes for the better.
To see they are divine and precious
one who even with bruises of life
carries the light of God
and the vibration of love.

Fears dissipate in alignment to make
not only one expand inside their greatness
but be able to move forward without limitations.

I know I’ve been through it.
I be a football player
tackling my challengers.
My voice is ball
I run with
and goal is the celebration
of self and life.

I be a runner in my journey
awake to hear the crowd roar,
to dance in the wind
inside the moment
in grace.

I be a football player
where my captain is source
and self is a star
shinning to make a difference.

It has been said I have great poems
but truth is the poems have me.

They wrap around my pen
and speak as I listen.

They rain in words inside mind
that I must process.

I am a mid wife
birthing my poems as they come
from my baby heart.

Then they cry out for a readers eyes
and someone to say
I have birthed another poem

Once was a word so fine.
It was oh yes very divine.
WordSmith liked its tune
but no rhyme it would croon
so word flew back right into his mind.

If words a baseball be
well sticked by a poets rhyme
Than I be the writer divine
ready to catch their muse with sigh
to creatively toss to another’s hand of eye.

And as the tightly woven ball of verse under sun
it will travel to be home run.

I caught a cold like I caught the vision of a beautiful day.
Therefore I didn't feel so sick.
I only felt grateful.

When it is raining
the sun shines in my heart.
When it is snowing
snow touches so I build snowman of dreams.
When colorful leaves fall I dance
celebrating the falling masterpieces.
When I wake up
and I am breathing I am grateful.