Motherhood, an awesome task,
Does not come with
An instructions manual.
There’s no Step One.
Step Two.  
And Step Three.
But that’s okay,
Because in spite of all the obstacles,
Somehow, by God’s grace,
You’ve managed to do well—
Even without a manual.
And for this alone,
We celebrate You.

Early dawn has opened
her sleepy eyes with the
bright promise of a beautiful
new day.  She peeps over
the hills and touches the sea.  
She kisses the flowers with
her sacred light.  She forms
shadows.  And touches the
birds as they awake to sing
a new song.  The first light,
She is dawn.

Wherever I am at the end of the day,
Home calls out to me.
For there, I am most comfortable,
Happy and carefree.

It might not be so fabulous
Like the many that I see.
But there’s no place like home;
And it belongs to me.

Seasons come and the seasons go
There is a time to reap and a time to sow
All things may change  under the sun
God don’t ever change, He’s the only One
Come what may, His Word is true
God will  keep His promises to you.

Men may fail us, great and small
The mighty mountains may crumble and fall
Friends may come and friends may go
But there is one thing you should always know
Come what may, His Word is true
God will keep His promises to you.

The highly-charged-festive spirit
Of Christmas all aglow.
Food, garland, gifts and lights
Songs and trees, the whole show.

Orchestras and cantatas.
Heav'nly bells sweetly rung.
Fife, cello, mandolin, violin.
And lovely choruses sung.

But the carolers, now, are silent
The ornaments are on the shelves.
All the gifts are opened
There’s no more need for elves.

The candles are blown out
And the gleaming lights unplugged.
The heavenly bells sit silent;
Gone is the Christmas bug.

Decorations all packed up
And the tinsel taken down.
Stores remove their displays.
Family has left town.

The Christmas Season’s over
The festivities are done.
‘Tis time to leave the Arena,
Ahh. It’s time to move on.

Though life reverts to normal,
Still, keep the Spirit alive;
Remember why we celebrate.
Let Christmas ever thrive.

(Revised 12/2015)

I cast my gaze ‘pon the moon at night,
The heavenly stars are like birds in flight.
Ordained to shine in its orbit there—
It lends its light to the atmosphere
And brightens the skies in a fervent way
As the stars twinkle in fair display.
There are no clouds to hide the stars.
I can see Jupiter, and I can see Mars.
But Venus is the fairest of all;
Her brightness shines without a squall.
Poor Pluto is somewhere in the dark.
It bears no light—not even a spark.

Oh the tales the heavens could tell.
And that, the heart knows quite well.

© 2009 W. Salley

An opened door is before you
You have only to walk in
And discover your potentials—
All success to win.

An opened door is before you,
Which no one else can close.
Only you can shut it—
Despite the hindrance posed.

An opened door is before you,
So pick up your stride.
Arise and go forward,
Don’t stop till you’re inside.

-2012 Walterrean Salley