Rusty old hinge
kept door closed 
the aching sound 
worn out knees 
filled with rheumatism 
was too much 
an oil can 
found in garage 
a few clicks 
to the heart
and trust again 
I do now
to let breeze
flow through home 

Had I known 
that to have 
was also enough 
I’d spent less 
time seeking more 
and more time 
appreciating the less
but we never 
that is until 
what little we 
have is gone 

There’s this one 
song that reminds 
me of time 
and again time 
and times gone 
its harmonious ballad 
haunts the halls
of my heart
like a figure 
ducking into doorways 
holding a candle 

Plenty and enough 
the happy twins 
and cousins to
grace and grateful 
are the blessed 
children of gratitude 
and of love 
and the grandkids 
of joy and 
of patience peace 

The heart knows 
no chaos and 
the soul knows 
no noise it’s 
the mind that 
disturbs our rest
and makes dreams 
into its nightmares 
therefore listen not 
to its storms 
rain will pass
thunder will quiet
and the lake 
will again calm