Purpose

with every breath we take

our message becomes brighter

the love we share for those who fall

we shed tears for the lives lost

and pray that we can find lives lived

no matter where they have been

the universe sends its message

to bring harmony within each person

if only all the shooters knew

what horrible warning they unload

yet they are the tools of anger and hatred

instilling violence within more hearts

than the pleas of the parents of fallen children

we are at war in our streets

in the world around us, close and far

and it is the hope of every human

that we can live in harmony

bringing better days to open our eyes

our purpose is to live, to show everyone

that love is, in fact, the answer

Midnight

the fog infringes on my space

the full, green carpet of my outdoor living room

the light overhead becomes particles

as it is absorbed in the air’s warm mist

the blue spruces are devoured, invisible

shadows of the sheds are like spatter-paint

lying on the ground, unsafe to stand there

muffled cricket songs reach my ears

no cars are passing by at this hour

I don’t know where I will rest tonight

but for the moment, the lawn swing is cozy

Life Cycles

long-awaited springtime comes

robins prune the lawn for worms

baseball games dot every diamond

as parents applaud their young

running bases, jumping hurdles, safe

each little vignette a memory

and at the same time anticipation

the beams of love carrying generations

through the cycle of the seasons

in all the great games our children play

evoking pride, teaching teamwork, rules

these things make us pleased, more likely

to follow the seasons of our lives

spring to summer, fall to winter

cycles, stages, all the fullness of emotion

quite the way we clearly see it all

Hot

hot on, spot on, tra la tra la la la

the story tells of bright and dark

the skin is rough, and it is led

by the hand infinitely blessed

give us gold, find the way

let our happiness fountain flow

hot on, spot on, tra la, tra la la la

often we see the sky is cloudy

the patron saint holds out a hand

to grasp ours when the time comes

leading us out of the dark, dark wood

to the daylight in our grandeur

hot on, spot on, tra la, tra la la la

comb the horizon for the blessing

of one who falters, one who falls

silent when the stream is dry

elegant in the way it must be

ready, ready for good to fulfill us

hot on, spot on, tra la, tra la la la