Through darkness

Softening trees

Speak to me

Of moonlight


Of knowing words

I have never heard

Drifting unbound

I will listen


And I will show you

Things I have found

Treasures offered

Given without sound


Death Is A Friend



We are born (borne) in death

As one moment dies

Another brings life


And we are here


What we are cannot last

Endings and beginnings

Never to be lived again


And we are here


Reborn in the gaps of time

Only one constant remains

Knowing alone stands


And we are here


In a dying world we live

Both reborn from ashes

Fresh as a rising sun


And we are here



Old Coats



I wear the past

An old coat, tattered and torn

Long in tooth

I should have long ago shorn


Yet it finds me again

All this lifetime to be worn

Taken off sometimes

Never far from hand to adorn


I wear the past

This old coat, tattered and torn

Bones broken and bent

Memories tattered and torn





Sunlight through trees and I breathe
Cares of the day just fall away
A book cradled gently, words to believe
Speak and tell me what I must say

Yet I am still here in spite of it all
Alive to what I still need to do
And though I may stumble and fall
Somehow I will make it through




Cold Day Dreams


City sidewalk cafe

Crispy fried chicken

A sweet girl talking

All smiles and black hair full of curls


So familiar in her long black coat

Down and nylon

Is she the one serving?

Somehow I know her


From a dream or awake?

She asks about some children

As they play on the street

And I am awake


As she lingers within me




Courtesy of:

To truth, I offer what I used to be

This shell I once thought was me


To your grace I bow and offer this

This burden, which I will not miss


Be mine in act, in word, and thought

To take to heart what you have taught


And as I lay me down to rest

Embraced I know I am truly blessed