Change is a
Blessed thing a
Gift from God
Nothing to be
Feared but desired
It’s frightening of
Course but new
Stones upon which
To walk are
Always troublesome step
Out of familiar
And into the
Bright light of
Newness for there
You find happiness
Category: Life
HopeFull
Hope springs from
The mountain of
Faith it is
A cold brook
With clear water
Dip your hand
Into it when
Feeling despair and
Let it quench
Your thirst for
All the possibilities
Tell your friends
That you have
Your happy place
TheSameAgain
There is a
Correlation between a
Lightbulb and song
When you meet
Someone new the
Lightbulb of hope
Goes off followed
By the song
In your heart
NightRain
The rain came
At night like
Dripping ghouls and
Goblins saturating everything
In a moist
Blanket some falling
Still I wait
Patiently like a
Bumblebee for the
First shaft of
The drying sunshine
OverAgain
Friends and lovers
Have shed like
The peeling of
Paint from weathered
Prairie barns fallen
The leaves of
Autumn or the
Coats of dogs
All gone now
I stare at
New beginnings like
Squinting at the
Sun after dark
Clouds passed by
