Farm folk - Ranch folk,
Cattle and horses and wheat,
A world of sky and wind,
A land of temporary green,
Permanent brown,
Twenty-five miles from town.
A world of work,
Dirt in the air and in the lungs
Heat waves shimmering
A land of blowing cold,
Or heated mirage,
Day after day after day,
Until books and learning
Called me away.

Island life is never long without the wind-
she blows for days on end-
then suddenly slips away-
leaving everything quiet as a Nun at prayer.

times to be fed
times to sing

times to pray
times to listen

enveloping the World
and all that is in her

a special kind of praying
with arms open wide

an imagination
to embrace with.

how do i wrong thee, let you count the ways

it is such a tragedy that absolutist have never seen nor chased a rainbow

sorrow so popular
getting all the reads
love patient and kind
never on the news feeds
lies shared a million fold
truth often ashamed to be told
hate contagious as sin
compassion sure needs a win

it's comforting to know, that someone out there can feel things as strongly and love with a greater love than mine

gifted, a ticket on
train, three sixty five
another, trip around
bright, tomorrow's sunshine
blessed, this old car of mine
beautiful, this spinning rock
conducted, by the great I AM
enjoying, this crazy ride
until...my ticket clocks

i guess love also takes the path of least resistance, this is why my heart always thinks of you