I think of all the blessings,
That God has thus bestowed,
The greatest one of all must be,
That of the unknown,

He then chose to show it,
To our most curious mind,
And surely he was grinning,
When he saw that it was fine,

He first made the horizon,
To pull us from the heart,
And bends in paths and rivers,
To show us where to start,

He filled Great Earth with wonder,
More than ever can be told,
And each piece with such detail,
That it never can get old,

Our souls delight to wander,
To study and learn as well,
Always there is more to know,
And always a new trail,

But he had one more whimsy,
That some paths lead within,
And where we think we finish,
Is just where we begin,

So here we are still going,
And growing all the while,
I think he is still watching,
With an old mischievous smile.

JDoyle

I’m restless, it’s that time of the year,
Life is muted, dull is here,
I say once more that spring is near,
It must be on the way.
To the river and around the bend,
Up the mountain, only to descend,
It does me no good, this cold must end,
It isn’t meant to stay.
Everywhere is muddy brown,
And drab colors from sky to ground,
Signs of life are scarcely found,
The very light is gray.
And how I yearn to once more be free,
To shed these clothes, and just be me,
To go into the world carefree,
And feel a sunny day.
But it doesn’t come so still I wait,
We northern folk, it is our fate,
This cabin fever, when spring is late,
Or winter wants to stay.

JDoyle

So turbulent and changing,
A maelstrom of the soul,
Some violent crash of whimsy,
Where colliding feelings rule,
Where all is bright and happy,
Then booming, thunders roll,
Or the slightest wave of fancy,
Now all is dark and cruel,
Where smiles are pure as sunshine,
And eyes are black as coal,
With riptides rushing towards,
An ever changing goal.

JDoyle

In the Forest, the day was fair,
A jingling sound was in the air,
I heard a tinkling, sweet and clear,
Soft at first, then louder grew,
Of trooping fairies, could it be?
Of elves or sprites or even sidhe
Oh what wonder might I see?
Something magic I just knew,

Bells upon an elven horse,
The wild hunt, I’d crossed it’s course,
Arawn’s hounds, I mustn’t force,
What else could it be?
Then a rustle, around a log,
Comes a friendly little dog,
A jingling going with his jog,
He comes right up to me.

Hello there friend, of course, I say,
Why are you here? You’ve lost your way?
Are you well? Where do you stay?
Of course, there’s no reply
A hiker follows after then,
In the forest, with his friend,
Moving swiftly through the glen,
To find his dog and I.

Something magic indeed I found,
In that happy little hound,
Accompanied by a whimsy sound,
The forest to run through,
No elven lord, or fairy queen,
Just a friendly stranger seen,
With a puppy in between,
And that is magic too

J.Doyle

It’s ripples that I’m making,
And chances that I’m taking,
To keep my soul from aching,
And not be torn askew,

It’s adventure I’ll be facing
And freedom that I’m chasing,
To keep me from misplacing,
My heartbeats, all to few,

It’s all to make me wonder,
And break the lies asunder,
To keep from going under,
And to myself be true.

J.Doyle