the journey


ever great storms come
I who am more than dust
must in God now trust

for never is a leaf left still
a river’s path not changed
or a bloom left clinging to a tree

a dew always arrives fresh
only for innocence to evaporate
under the rage of the sun

caught in the wind of change
a leaf so naturally formed
will never fall again the same

for even the bluest skies
when mist arise,can be hidden
and left for us to find once more

like cards randomly dealt, in life
an unknown game often unfolds
as we blindly rush to play

fools are we who are quick to adhere
to non- existent rules brought
by illusions to torment minds

for God did not a world create
with so many possibilities
only to guide us onto a single path

for it is how well we greet the journey
and not the route we choose to take
that will joy or sadness bring

so enjoy the storm for what it is
for in the end all will turn to dust
to God our soul we must entrust

ocean blue



lovely ocean blue
in my mind you dance
every time I glance

like a restless leaf
you yearn for a spin
with the gentle wind

in dark or in light
the joy in your wave
can cause hearts to cave

rising with the moon
glistening in the sun
till the day is done

lovely ocean blue
with my heart you play
you light up my day

like flowers in bloom
you sing to my heart
forcing tears to part

every sight of you
with my love you toy
as you teach me joy

flowing with the wind
bathing in the sun
always having fun

lovely ocean blue
to my heart you sing
such warmth you bring



You need not fear, fear,
as it is only a warning
for the unprepared.
It speaks of what may be,
and never of certainty.
It is a creation of the
playful mind that often
bears no link to reality.
Handled properly,
it is more ally than foe.
Only the foolish fail to heed fear.
Only the foolish listen to it blindly.