Listening to the evening news causes my heart to ache as I hear of one sorrow after another. It seems that there is no end to the round of heart rendering crime, hatred, natural and manmade disasters that is robbing the inhabitants of this world of peace and happiness. As I listen to stories so … Continue reading Gentle Shepherd
Month: June 2017
What Does it Mean to be Me?
What Does it Mean to be Me? Who am I? I wonder. I love to write, But what doe that mean? I love to sing. I love to laugh. Music moves my soul, But what does that mean? I cry when I a sad, I exercise to get fit. I work heard when I … Continue reading What Does it Mean to be Me?
Garden Sneaky poem 1 Plants Bright flowers Tilling and sowing Lovely colors to brighten my da My garden ©2016
Breathing, we do it every second of every day without giving it a second thought. Day after day, with little thought or appreciation of the complexities of this vital function, we enjoy an endless round of in, out, in, out, in, out. Then one day, seemingly out of the blue, a catastrophic event or virulent illness comes … Continue reading Breathing
A Desire for So Much More
This world, with all of its flaws and disappointments is still full of delight and wonder that has the power to thrill the soul. At every corner there is a new challenge or some new wonder to put a smile on our face. Yet with all of this, there is still an emptiness, a deep … Continue reading A Desire for So Much More
My Garden Poem
It was not long after getting my little dog Happy that I began to notice how much he enjoyed the garden. Whenever my family and I went shopping for flowers in the garden section he would sniff each flower and he would smile with pride. It is from his love of the garden that this … Continue reading My Garden Poem
Quietly I Wait
We live in a world that is increasingly desirous of instant gratification. We wake up in the morning and gulp down a bowl of instant oatmeal and drink a cup of instant orange juice, we flip on a 24 hour a day news channel to get instant news, at lunch time we drive up to the window … Continue reading Quietly I Wait
Hugs was inspired by my little dog Happy. When we first got him the idea of getting a hug was petrifying. He had no clue what a hug was. But within a few months Happy as Happy began to warm up to us and realize that he was in a safe and loving environment, he … Continue reading Hugs
My legacy is a poem of reflection. It ask the painful question, if something happened to me what would be the legacy of my life? What value would it have, what purpose would it have served? Would it be the kind of life that I could look back upon with pride or would I shudder … Continue reading My Legacy