Monday, November 25, 2013


Change is a horse we ride through life
Hands resting beside its reins of strife
Becoming the present place we stand
Or riding free through changing land
On a way to a place we mean to stay
On a horse that never dreams of hay
Join us when we celebrate each day
When change leaves us to go our way

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Cold and Clear

Winter weather is fast asleep
Dreaming springtime colored sheep
Living paint spread thick on land
Under Spring’s invisible hand
That renders blue above gray sand

White birds stop before they freeze
They journeyed here with hopes to feed
And choose a mate with whom to breed
Then fledge their young to fly past trees
Come fall they'll fly to southern seas

Sunday, November 17, 2013


Waiting for my time
Not just any time
It avoids arriving
While I am striving
For the next rung
On a wooden ladder

The ladder points
At Heaven’s door
Now closed against
The light and more
Of its sacred secrets

Heaven waits
To celebrate me
When I arrive
Past sixty three
Reading ancient poetry

Letting go of my body
May be the hard part
Passing by the door
May be much easier
Than anything else
I have done before

I have felt heaven here
Shining brightly through
Every present moment
I have shared with you
In every instant I wake
There is no wish to wait

Thursday, November 14, 2013


Black ducks fly high
Across the grey sky
In a ball not a V
The air is disturbed
By fast slicing flight
Just for the moment
They pass my sight
Then stillness returns
To a winter slumber
Under the grey sky
Those ducks flew by

Tuesday, November 12, 2013


A heart can circle in life
Like an eagle that soars
Over good land and bad
Judgment colors our life
Circling high above land
Attaching us to life
By more than gravity
Floating in a silent breeze
Hot breath breathed by life
Freeing us from gravity
And judgment of this life