The future

I close my eyes

and for a moment

I am nine again

and life is full of promise.

The moments are new,

my thoughts unguarded,

no lingering hurts,

no fear of the future.

Life is full of possibilities,

of things to be dreamed

and tried, the future

still exciting, yet to be.

I close my eyes

and in that moment 

I remember I’m sixty

and life is full of promise.

The moments are new,

my thoughts unguarded,

lingering hurts forgiven,

no fear of the the future.

And once again,

Life is full of possibilities,

of things to be dreamed

and tried, the future

still exciting, yet to be.

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fog retreats

the tears that
flowed again
now stopped

the fog that
crept back in
now retreats

the joy that
once was hidden 
now shines




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Forward

my life is full

of twists and turns

of joy and pain

and lessons learned

my life goes forward

backwards too

and sometimes sideways

through and through

my life is blessed

in spite the strife

the goal is forward

in my life.

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how does one open doors closed tight

with broken dreams 

upon the floor

with shattered heart

and wanting more

how does one open 

doors closed tight

and dream again

in morning light?

amid the loss

the words still come

no longer worried now

of sounding dumb

they come from heart

from deep within

and stronger now

not giving in

the door once closed

is open now

the pieces turned

and fit somehow

the broken dreams

once on the floor

recovered now 

a chance to soar

the heart once stilled

bruised and battered

finds love again 

no longer shattered.

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Transition

I see the sun lowering
in the the western sky.
Heat of day now 
cooling into night.

I hear the cooing 
of the mourning dove.
The gentle sounds 
on soft still winds.

I feel the wind 
gently blowing my hair 
across my face
as night settles in.

Dusk to dawn, then
Dawn to dusk.
Life in motion.
Life in transition.





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I'm in a fog

I’m in a fog.
I cannot see
What’s to the left
Or right of me.

The world is there
However gray.
I do not see
The price I pay.

Which way is forward?
I cannot find
Familiar landmarks
In my mind.




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Being human

As humans, we have an amazing capacity for love.

As humans, we also seem to have an as amazing capacity to tell others what they should do.
(based on our story of course!)

As humans, I wonder if can we find that amazing capacity within ourselves to to simply support others as they write their story?









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