Mary said be it done
According to your will
And the song
Of Life
Begun
Wrapping her baby
In swaddling clothes
Laying Him in a Manger
Animal breath and stench
From wet hay
Greeted the baby our King
Mary pondered this in her heart
Her child is growing
And He's preaching
While three days she's
Missing him but when found
Pondered this in her heart
Now in His thirties
His preaching is stronger
His Miracles are spreading
And she ponders this in her heart
In the garden you hear Him
Father your will be done
He is beaten and dies
And Mary remembers her
Be it done to me
Now her son's
Thy will be done
Both have echoed their
Yes to God
And the song lives
On and on

Broken heart
Broken dishes
Queasy stomach
Long held tears
Bed of roses
Hurtful thorns
Your reality
Has become
My reality

A new day
Has begun
A clean slate
From washed away tears
Freshness awakens
The staleness of
Yesterday
Has quietly disappeared
Along with painful
Memories
Gathered are the treasures
From of old
To brighten
The day
Celebrate each day
As a passing gift
With hopes for a
New tomorrow

Silence is around
Lives once lived are underground
Feelings are alive

The soapy hands
The careful wash
No happy birtday song
Replaced by Glory Be to the Father
Carefully wash hands
While deep in thought
The longer the better
Prayed before Corona
Continuing to practice
Just noticed
Since when did  I stop
Glory Be to the Father
Did I get lax?
NOW.....
Is not the time !

I've been broken
I've been whole
I've been.robbed
I've been full
Sleepy
Awake
Happy
Sad
Grateful
Thankless
Bad and
Good
Hot
Cold
Full of song
Full of woe
Invited in
Or not
At all
But all I
Know
And all I
Can say
That I've been blest
With
Another day

Early in the morning
My spirits come to haunt me
But I am armed with
Paper and pen

Men working
  

What about women

It's  that bewitching
Hour
When the world
Is sleeping
And i awake
The bats in
My belfry
Set lose
No telling where
They will.travel
This time
Only to come
Back and haunt
Me
The same time
Tomorrow

How come I can find
Misspelt words
From letters you wrote
When I don't know
When a comma belongs
Or not.
How can i read with
Tear stained eyes
When yours are dry
As a well.
Why do I care what
You even say
When your words
Don't even mean
A silly thing.
Perhaps because you
Could only write it
In words.

Thoughts are circling
Round my head
Like the leaves
Ready to be raked
Words are piling up
Waiting to find purpose
Otherwise they will
Crumple up
And die

Abeautiful sun burnt
Orange leave
Daintily falling
To the ground
Lying on the walk
To be crunched on
Stomped upon
Sometimes I feel
Like that
Perhaps it is
Seasonal

Sitting watching the rain
Thinking about eentzy weentzy
Spider
He was washed out
The sun dried
And he started
Over again
In the storms
Of life
How often have
I waited for
The sun
Sometimes I go
Up that spout again
And sometimes I just
Stay grounded

How short is Life
A baby's breath away
The span of a rainbow
The end to a Prayer
How long is Life
A Stone's throw away
A crack in the sidewalk
Pinocchio 's nose
How deep is Life
The depth of a paper cut
Twelve feet of water
A Religious novel
How sweet is life
A family full of love
Chocolate filled with nuts
The purring of a cat
How sad is life
Alife that had no chance
Innocent behind bars
Reactions to diabetes and crimes
Whether short or long sweet or sad
We are.on hallowed ground.

So sad the call
Of the bird
As evening
Draws nigh
So sad the call
Of the child
As evening
Draws nigh
Sad oh so sad
When light of day
Turns into
Black Of night
But sadness no more
For light has once
Returned

You thought you could reel
Me in
With your fancy talk
And shiny teeth
Combed back hair
A golden watch
And polished shoes
Everything money
Could buy
But that wasn't enough
For a bite

Dew from the grass
Kissing the ground
While a foggy mist
Dances in the sky
Birds stirring in the trees
Ready to sing
Their wake up call
Squirrels busy playing tag
With the sound
Of a howling dog nearby
Children slamming the door
Running joyfully outside
Ready to greet
A new morning

Feeling the dark
Side of midnight
Trying not to
Let tears drop
Upon  my dampened
Shirt
Struggling to.
Find a pen
To write away
The pain

Life is so precious
With all of its ups and downs
Don't let it slip by

How fragile we all are
Containing fragments of our being
Collected pieces of Hate love
Joy sorrow strength
Glued together in time
Healed by love

Riding walking running  biking
Put your mask on
Not just for you
But for me and the world
Traveling near traveling far
Stirring up dust
Walking the straight and narrow.
Put your mask on
Heigh ** Silver
Their will be a silver lining

Words don't take a rest
Rushing through your mind
Wanting to let go
Feelings bursting with
Newfound energy
Waiting to be released
To the unsuspecting world
Captivating  charming
Saddened words
Wanting a place
To land
But first they must
Be birthed

Overnight case given
To me
And i don't
Even travel
Where have you
Been.
Traces of perfume
Or sweet smelling
Talc
Still linger on
Perhaps with memories
Pleasant or sad
Maybe a combination
Of both
Sun can't take the
Smell.away
Perhaps the smell
Is meant to stay
For reminders of
What may come

Oh to stop
These thoughts
Rushing through
My sleepy mind
If they could
Just halt
For the time-being
Picking up where
They left off
Surely tomorrow
Can gather up
The pieces

Summer days are fading
Warmth turns into
Morning chill
Breezes are cooler
Not as gentle
But still accepting
Rustic smells in
The air
Burning leaves
Campfires far away
Sweet teas traded
For warm apple cider
Long flannel shirts
Covering sun bleached
Skin
Squirrels running round
Gathering winter's  harvest
Birds heading for
A warmer place
To nest
Dogs sporting sweaters
Made just for them
While owners
Lead with jackets on
Another season has left
A new one ushers in
With a beauty
All its'
Own

Oh for the sound
Of sounds
Loud sounds
Fans cheering
Helmets crashing
Whistles blowing
Oh for the smell
Of smells
Sweat off theohb
Back of a player
Popcorn  popping
Women doused
In perfume
Oh for the taste
Of taste
Hotdogs with
All the works
Icecream with sprinkles
Nachos with lots
Of cheese
Oh for the touch
Of touch
The hard touch
Of pigskin
Hands giving fives
The cold rail
As you exit
Ah the senses
You experience
At a football game

Tic Toc Tic Toc my clock
Rhythmically flows
Lud Thud Lud Thud
My heart beats
As I lay in bed wondering
In this pandemic
Will.I stay wakeful
In Kronos Time
Or breathe with another
Chance to change
Whatever time it is
I need to value the
Time I have
Appreciate all that
Has been given me
And thank the Lord

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Sweeping leaves day
After rain
Imprint of leave
On sidewalk
Got me to thinking
Will I leave an
Imprint
Has my life been
Strong enough
Did I pray enough
Live out my prayer
Was i kind
Did I help others out
Or pass them by
Did I make opportunities
To be of help
Have I sung songs
Of happiness and
Love to reach myself
And others
Read good things
To share
Embraced others
Listened with
My heart
Did I do enough
To be a part
Of life
What will I leave
Behind
An imprint
Or a washout

Sky is silver white
The temperature is dropping
Looks like snow to me

it never ceases to amaze me
What I will find on this site
Actually its fun to see what
Subject will be next
As Dr. Phil says what.were
You thinking
I cry laugh salute celebrate
All that is before me
And I thank all of you
From the bottom of my heart
Thanks for being so transparent
You've been given a gift
Please keep sharing

The moon sits
Patiently in
The sky
Waiting for me
To look up
And say goodnight
Stars loosing their glitter
Waiting for acknowledgement
Planets dancing  for
A word of praise
The big dipper
Waiting to scoop up
A peek or two
Oh such a universal
Display at night
If I would
Just look
Up

Once upon a time
A fairy tale was born
A prince who would
Be king
A princess to
Be queen
A slipper turned
To glass
Left on the step
For a prince to
Find its rightful
Owner
Golden spun hair
Leaning out the tower
Waiting
For a prince
To climb
Blood covered lips
For aprince to
Kiss and wake up
All ride off to
The sunset
To live happily
Ever after
Do they
Only we can decide
What really
Happens

Swift movement upon
The grayish lake
Breezes blow
As you scurry along
Where are you
Going so fast
Where do you go
Perhaps like me
Scurrying along
In question

Helmets are crashing
The fans are cheering loudly
Who will win the game

Somehow it gets
Crowded inside
With all the words
Left unsaid
How can I
Release
What I can't
Feel
And yet
The words may
Pile up
Until they no
Longer serve
Any purpose
Words can't be
Forced
They need to be
Nurtured
And carefully
Oh so carefully
Birthed
And gently
Placed into
Being

For all moms
And dads out there
Thank you
For being essential
To your child
Carrying their backpack
Walking two dogs
Getting the bus
Throwing a ball
Till time to board bus
Staying home with
Your child
So they can learn
Virtually
Learning new technology
So your child can stay
At home
Thanks for kissing boo boos
And comforting your
Teens
This has been a
Rough academic year
But you are hanging tough
Thank you

Finding your scarves
A bittersweet treasure
For me
I say a prayer
Gently caressing
Each one
Memories burning in
My heart
Each one tells
A story
Small white dots
On irish green background
For st. Patrick's Day
Christmas time and
Visits at the hospital
To see my brother
Dark purples and blues
Floral pattern
Made just for
Rainy days
Deep purples and blues
Warm for winter chill
Light pinks and blues
Soft gainst your face
Hiding a breeze
Or two
Red flowers not
Too bold
For Valentines
And special days
You looked so
Pretty in
What ever you chose
Because of your
Beauty inside
How I miss seeing
These on your
Neck
Knowing that you
Are in Heaven
But with these
Scarves so
Wonderfully worn
You touched so
Many on earth
I touch them now
And think of you
And smile and
Say thank you
Amen

A.new day
Has dawned
I'm.not quite
Ready for
Winged flight
Nesting tends to
Suit me
Where I am
Safe and comfortable
No growth can
Even take place
If I don't spread
My wings
And
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How refreshing the smell
Of new rain
On the unsuspecting sidewalk
Where worms come
Out of hiding
Ready to shimmy
In the rain of Life
Birds fly high overhead
Children prepare to
Jump in newly formed puddles
Splashing with all their heart
Lift up your hands
Stick out your tongue
And catch a few drops
It won't last forever

My  chameleon friend
What are you like today
Icy blue like your blouse
Red hot temper
Like your hair
Green with envy
Yellow like a chicken
Afraid to try something
New today
Warm shades of blue
Matching your eyes
Ready to share
Your dreams
Oranges of laughter
Or black shades
Of sorrow
Give me a hint
So I can come
Prepared
My fair weathered
Friend

Sometimes.I need to
Spew out words burning inside
Before I explode

Hurling words at me
Words you could have kept
Let me get a broom
To clean up
All the mess
You thought you
Could hurt me
With each word
You wrote
You only hurt yourself
Cuz now your
Left behind
to pick up
After

You carefully kneaded bread
Green for St Patrick's day
For our family and teachers
Hands to hold crossing
The street to get the bus
Praying the Rosary
And dancing to Lawrence Welk
Hands for giving my brother
A shot when he was young
And hands for playing hopscotch
To mark the spot
And a bat and glove
To play ball with my brothets
Feet for taking us
On walks and to the library
And pulling a wagon with
Homemade dinners for
the sick in the parish
feet for walking down
Hospital halls and running
With us or chasing bubbles
Kneeling at Church
Or scrubbing the floor
Standing at the stove
Making pancakes or dinner
A kiss goodnight
And off to bed we would go
Her footsteps following
For night prayer and a story
Turn off the light and wait for morning to come
Good night John boy ms. Clarevell
Good night moon
Good night Mom
See you in the morning

One more for the road
Thoughts are traveling  through my head
Stop it's time for bed

A New day  has dawned
Sun filtering through
The sun bleached shades
Pen and paper
Are ready by my side
Geese echoing
Good morning
As words mince
Together in
My scattered mind
And like the geese
Ready.for
Take off

You are someone
Who makes an indentation
Even in a heart
Of stone
Your warm smile
Melts away the chill
Of a cold heart
The sound of
Your voice
Makes your
Heart beat
The love you
Have
The love you
Share
Makes the world
A better place

Oh how the spider
Laboriously builds a web
Fine silver threads
Shine in the golden sun
Perhaps drying from
The morning dew
Such a fragile design
Man can't  remake

My mind goes too fast
Putting words down on paper
So there's no title

Dad had the pen
Mom had the spoon
Dad had the paper
Mom had the recipe
Dad penned
Mom cooked
Both used their gifts
At one time or another
Mixing of words
Mixing of foods
Dad dished up words
Mom.dished up food
And when all
Was complete
A feast of words
A feast of food
Was served
And digested

Gold is your heart
Filled with what
Money can't buy
Silver for change
You make in others
Copper for new.beginnings
Youre worth.a million
To anyone.you met
You have created
An account with
All those around
Opened morning noon
And night