Wake
It Is time to
Wake

Hear
It is time to
Listen

Heart beats
Single rhythm
Hand in hand

Wake ... Hear ... Know

Distant drums
Call
The highest hills
Resound
Souls awaken
Struggling to hear

The sound
Love

Memorial Day

Who can measure
The sacrifice
Risking all
To protect freedom

Freedom
Such an elusive tale
Freedom to extend
The boundaries of humanity
Freedom to pursue self
At any cost

Freedom to return
Dragging the bodies of
Soul shattering anger and hate
In their wake

The victims leaving their victims
To lie
Weeping on that hallowed ground
Of freedom
For all


What have we done
To our children
Their innocence shattered

What have we done
To our inheritance
Its riches squandered

What have we done
To our to ourselves
Gifts scattered to the wind

When will we
Learn that sometimes
The price is too high

And the time has come
To turn
And return

Today I will

I am not perfect.  I know my limitations and they increase daily.  I know that most people try their best … But … Knowing that does it excuse being cruel?

Clouds creep softly through the trees,
dipping their toes into the soft earth
Leaving damp footprints,
 as they step lightly along the ground
Thirsty roots nudge their beds aside,
 sipping the cool air
Until relieved of their burden,
Their  tendrils,
 cotton candy soft
Joyfully Rise to meet
The sun


Misty musty
Feather dusty
Dip your toes and more
Sweep the floor with tasty lore
Until the senses cry for more
Then sated
Fade away



What is the price of
 a smile
A hand
Condolence
Shared pain

What is the cost of
Compassion
Sympathy
A shared laugh

What is the loss of
Love
Mercy forgiveness

What is the proof of
Humanity

Be Still and Know that I Am God

Be Still ... Quiet ... wait ... don't do anything ... listen ... breathe ...
And Know ... Be aware ... consider ... take it in ...
That I Am ... The beginning and the end ... alpha and omega ...
God ... Loving father ... King of kinds ... Lord of lords ...

What if ...
  my great plan is to rest, to enjoy God's peace
  my great purpose is to be His child
  my great task is to worship him and love His children
  my objective is to share joy
  His plan for my life is to be saved

I think I can do
  that....

I can feel the breeze tasting my skin ... 
I can smell the dew scenting the air ... 
dogs tail wagging hellos ... 
the soft ground glides under my feet ... 
notes in an unsung melody ... 
art is art is art

So it's 9:30 on a Sunday night. I live in a 30+ year old middle income community, aging fairly well. There's a knock at the door. I open the door and see a young man standing in my doorway, holding a pack of papers with a list of magazines that he is selling. I step outside, "What's up?" He steps closer and points to the papers, "Would you like to buy a magazine?" He steps into his spiel. I wait, and then note, "Well, it's kind of late." He explains, "I'm trying to pull myself up in the company, working extra hours, getting more sales. I want to be like you". I say, "old"? He smiles, "No, I want to be well off. "You're not old till you're cold." I smile back. "Will you bill me?" His smile drops an inch, "No, cash only" he pauses and his voice drops, "or donations". He's fairly well dressed, not drugged up. I put my hands in my pockets, two days before social security hits ... "All I have is $2.00," I give it to him. He sighs, "thanks". I give him a hug, and he hugs me back, "hey good luck." He turns, "Thanks Ma'am." He walks away, I shut the door. My husband walks up behind me, "Who was that?" "Someone who needed help." "Did you give him anything?" "Of course." "Good."

Your stories
Awaken
Something sleeping
Deep within
That needs to live
Again