I Stare
at my deeply wrinkled hands
Reflecting upon each mark
knowing they were
by effort from the heart
I am not alone
because of memories
that are there
So many have loved
So many cared
Alone
Not at all
like old ghosts
gently dancing
memories drift past
my tired closed eyes
like proud
horses prancing

Each friend represents a world in us;
a world possibly not born until they arrive,
and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

We cannot hold the torch to another man's path
without brightening our own.

Where love is, there is God also.

If you don't live it,
you do not believe it.

Time and words can never be recalled.

Love, true love, is that which can give the most
without asking or demanding anything in return.

The first duty of love is to listen.

To get nowhere, follow the crowd.

If you find a path with no obstacles,
it probably does not lead anywhere.

The brook would lose its song
if the rocks are removed.

All Is Well

 

The virgin white of Winter
Now wears a shawl of green
For all the trees are budding
And flowers can be seen.


The snow that chilled us yesterday
Has melted like a dream
For now the stone is rolled away
Beneath the sunlight's gleam.

How sweet the sounds of Spring
As songbirds now return,
And here below the rainbow
Earth makes another turn.

For Spring's noble season,
One of show and tell,
When God reveals His majesty
And shows us all is well.