The right to bear arms

So many teardrops

So many years of senseless killings

The earth is soaked in blood

“Prayers and thoughts are with you”

Is said again and again

At school, at work, at concerts too

Bullets are buzzing like a swarm of flies

Insanity seems to rule the day

For the right to bear arms

Carries more weight than dead bodies piling up

Your child, sister, brother, parent or friend

Has paid a price most often charged to soldiers

But the war is now on city streets

In classrooms, churches, and everywhere

Who will be the next to die?

Where will the next shooter stand?

The grief, though real, is not enough to reach a cold, hard heart

And sorrows reach across this land in cities, towns, and counties

Where will it lead? When will it stop?

In the arms of first responders

In the land of the “free”

And the home of the brave


MOON resized

To live one day at a time

Sometimes, it can be hard

Other times peace arrives

And wings of hope spread wide

Let this be such a day

And let my spirit ride

May faith be my companion

And compassion be my guide

Let wisdom whisper truth to me

Let love rise on the tide

For time will stop for no one

This day a gift once given

It will not come again and so,

Help me be conscious

And not riven

not torn apart

Nor hard of heart

No bitter pill to swallow

Let yesterday, like an infertile field

Rest and lay fallow

For today will sow seed

All its own

We will reap them all


Weary and worn

Seeking, searching

Looking for a way to release the burden

Wrestling with unfairness

And wounds inflicted without cause

It would be so easy to lash out

To exact punishment and revenge

A path encumbered by rage

Rage, that stumbling block to peace

Oh, God, how I want peace

Do I stand and fight?

Do I forgive the wrongs?

How to let go

I go back and forth in my mind

Trying to decide what to do

What course to follow

To make it all right

Shall I hold them accountable

Or turn the other cheek?

Please, wisdom, come sit with me

I am wearied by the struggle

Serenity, where are you now?

Flown like the snowbirds

To find warmer climes

My heart, like ice within me, frozen

Warmth is needed and welcome now

I summon you

O spirit of truth

Help me see the way



In homage to my fur baby: My cat is a diva


My cat is a diva

Spoiled beyond compare

She deserves every bit of it

And of this she is aware

My cat is a diva

But she’s not difficult to please

A bit of love and attention

Is what she most wants from me

And in payment for my loving care

She soothes my tired soul

And winds herself around me

To take away the blues

My cat is a diva

I wouldn’t have it any other way

For she fills my life with laughter

And joys that know no bounds

My cat is a diva

Independent, most of the time

But loves her tummy rubs and scratches

She thinks them quite sublime

My cat is a diva

Regal is her stance

But I need only shake a plaything

To watch her run and dance

My cat is a diva

Welcome to my world

We are ruled by this small feline

And I am blessed to call her mine

The Empty Bed

In the empty bed

Sound asleep I stretch out my hand

Seeking you, but you are not there

Panicked, I awaken to check on you

Aw, false alarm, you are merely answering nature’s call

I think of the day to come when you are no longer there

So many close calls, too many times, leave me anxious

Worry over that, which I cannot control, is a wasted effort, I know

But it is a hard road to travel, this path we are on

I try not to give it too much thought or too much energy

But in the dead of night, in an empty bed, it is hard not to dwell

On a life without you and what it may mean

Life has not been what we envisioned, nor what we dreamed

Yet, still and all, I would not change a thing

We’ve had many adventures, you and I

And in the end, we cannot know

Who will be the first to go

So once again I banish maudlin thoughts

And fight off macabre things

We are here now, you and I

And that means everything

The Conversation

The conversation 2


“Come, rest upon my petals here and tell me of your story.

Where have you been, My little friend?”

Said the flower to the moth

“I roam high above, where you can never go.

I visit plants and trees and flowers sweet everywhere I travel,”

Said the moth to the flower.

“Oh, to fly up high, to soar upon the winds.

To not be planted in one place, to see beyond the wall.”

Sang the flower to the moth.

“Aw, but you are treasured, for your beauty and your scent.

No worries about foes like birds that would eat you, if they could,”

Said the moth to the flower.

“There are pros and cons to every Life,”

Continued he to she. The moth thought to comfort her with his words so wise

And yet the flower pined and pined for freedom to travel far.

“It’s true, I am admired, and watered every day, but if you think me safe right here

You know not all my visitors,” replied the flower,

“For there are bugs that chew my leaves, And spiders everywhere. Not to mention

honey bees That feed upon my nectar.”

“Aw, so you serve this world,

Nourishing the pollinator,” the moth cried out.

“Oh silly moth, I know the truth – that you as well

Pollinate us flowers,” she answered,

“And so, you see, we have need of thee.

When you brush your soft, soft wings

Against my little petals, you do more than tickle me

Like some ethereal feather. And when you chance to nibble me

And drink deeply of my nectar,” she shyly whispered, “you too carry my

Essence to continue seed production.”

The moth stretched out his wings and proudly strutted his stuff

He thought about all the good he did and didn’t remember why

Venus flytrap chewed up his kind, that naughty, naughty flower.

It was because the caterpillar he once was did damage to her leaves

and ruined her every finery….

The flower knew this, but did not say, for his friendship she treasured

After what seemed a lengthy pause, the moth did once more speak

“We each do our part, to bring beauty to this world, and I will speak to north wind

And ask him when you’re ready, to blow your petals far above the wall so you can see

The wonders of this world,” the moth proclaimed.

And so, it came to be, that during summer’s warmest days the flower bloomed and blossomed. But in the fall the north wind kept his promise and lifted high her petals. She traveled far beyond the wall and lived at last her dream.









Death of a Sunflower


She bows her head down to the earth

As if in prayer and submissive stance

She lowers her head down to the ground

From which she sprung, but a short time ago

Her life is short but leaves behind

Memories of her beauty and her grace

And reminds us all of the sacred and sublime

That lays within utter humility

She hangs her head, but not in shame

‘Tis only the lateness of the hour

Her stalk, once strong, that held her high

Lowers her gently now back to the soil

She will lie fallow through harsh autumn winds

And willingly gives herself to winter’s icy grip

Knowing that the seed she carries

Deep within her flower

Will arise anew when the sun once again warms the earth

In the great cycle of death and birth

Questioning the Moon

MOON resized

Peeking through the cloud cover

Witnessing life on earth

Earth’s faithful companion

Orbiting through space

Were you there, Sister Moon

When life first formed?

Did you watch as the first creature

Crawled slowly from the sea?

In your ever-lasting cycle,

in your orbit around our world

Did you witness the dinosaurs

As they prowled the hills and plains?

Did your winking face gaze down upon

The planet and can you tell us why

All life on earth was wiped out

As cold air masses froze the land?

Oh, ancient wonder in the sky

What drama have you witnessed

What stories could you tell

Of all the changes

On this, our blue-green planet

That you follow faithfully

Sister Moon, do tell us

Advise us if you can

On how to save the planet

This jewel of blue and green

That humans have made obscene

Garbage in our oceans

Choking off all life

Pollution on all fronts:

Land and sea, and sky

Oh, beauty of the night

Tell us if you please

How can we save our planet?

Our home, our heart, our life force

For we need your wisdom

We are lost, we have forsaken

The knowledge of our forebears

Remind us now

How fragile

Life truly is

And let us find better ways

To live upon this miracle

To ever be contained


Words poured out on paper

Like water upon the earth

Left there to seep in

Or dry up and dissipate in the winds

It matters not if they are read

The point was to let them breathe

To uncork the bottle of my soul

To shake loose the chains on my mind

Perhaps they will be a comfort

Or perhaps a challenge

Does it matter?

Does it?

Thoughts swirl like snowflakes on a wintry day

Some are cold with bitter edge

While others carry all the warmth of a summer’s day

Words can heal; bind; loosen; hurt; comfort

But in the end, they are but one option

Of feelings too jaded or too flighty

To ever be contained

Bashed and Broken

Broken BOAT resized

When you are broken

Like a boat dashed upon the shore

In stormy weather

When it feels you are naught but wreckage

And only a remnant of your self remains

When your surface has been worn down

By angry waves that toss you about

Like a ship upon the sea

When life has scraped and bruised you

And you feel you can’t go on

When your heart is torn and heavy

And the burdens weigh you down

Hold close this thought:

Nothing lasts forever

Not good times,

Not bad times.

Let hope rise up within you

For this, too, shall pass

And lessons learned in the valley

Will come to your aid one day

I pray that soon

Your suffering will cease

And once again you will feel

Sweet peace