Some*time

Take a day, a full twenty-four hours. It's yours. Will you give it wings and watch it fly away? Will you harness it and make it work? Will you listen to it run as the river runs to the sea, carrying life in little newspaper boats? Will you look at this day through a prism, coloring the world, dividing the light? When the evening shadows soften the edges, will you say good-night to this day? Or will you save it in your pocket - a 24-carat day, a gem, a treasure worth remembering?

The Wafting of Blessings

They came softly like long-needed rain into the hot dry night, warmly like the scent of freshly baked bread. My arms were outstretched and in they feathered like birds onto my open palms. I opened the windows of my soul and looked outward for relief and in the night they wafted, wafted, blessings wafted silently, silently into my yearning soul.

another summer

Another summer is almost over. Another school year about to begin. And the seasons go round and round and so do I. Would that I were a upward spiral rather than one eternal round of who I am. Would that children always laughed and swam and ran barefoot in the dew. Would that birds and crickets never lost their voice to snow. Would that gas was free and I would never run out of places to go in the summer.