Category: Poetry
when Worry circles us like sharks moving in for the kill…
Some of us , like feathers on paths are blown out to extinction’s seas…
falling petals in N.Korea ( a sijo)
Dear Lord, as winds of turmoil tear through our world… please help our worlds leaders be as strong …
Blessings to all the other mothers…who gather little ones like flowers…
as a mother’s heart holds her child …even as she sits…and watches him at track meets…even so…
if it’s crazy to believe in angels… in blue clouds i can’t touch…in sky fairies…and foot prints… of sandals…in gardens…if it’s crazy to believe Anyone cares
for all the lost children setting sail for Nod…may your dreams be full of ink blue moons…