I had my world all figured out
when you appeared.
I had conquered the questions and vanquished the doubt,
yet all went weird.
I had the answers, but all the beauty had hid and run away.
Why does the hall echo with silence? Read more …
Tag Archives: Poetry
My Dilemma
I keep looking for a sign
that everything’s going to turn out fine.
I keep hoping for a way to know
that Love is present in spite of every sorrow.
But what I’m searching for
is an assurance above my floor. Read more …
My Way
The light grows dimmer,
and all my soul can do is simmer,
because I wanted this my way.
A thousand souls to stay,
to show me I mean something.
Without them I mean nothing.
A thousand days to play.
Without them I will fray
into a thousand scattered fragments,
unless these all were just my figments
of meaning and value that lie elsewhere—
in the voice of the wind as I sit in my chair,
in the flowers that grow from my soul each day,
in finding that this Love was truly my way.
Something Beautiful
I was on the edge of something beautiful
when you arrived.
I was walking slowly down a magic hall,
and scarce survived
when you showed up inside my heart and scared the hall away.
What shall I do to get it back? Read more …
The Dream
Can you imagine a beach
where all the nations come to play?
There is no one to teach or preach
or tell them what to say.
They live out of their hearts, them each,
and laugh in their own way.
As many as the sands they reach,
holding hands this day. Read more …