In His Arms

Jesus is walking away from me
heading for a bright white light
when He walks through it
He will disappear
He is wearing flowing robes
of blue pink and cream
His hair is brown long and soft
He is not in a hurry
He is carrying someone in His arms
I cannot see who it is
one arm is hanging down
relaxed and safe
moving as they move
they are going forward
towards the bright white light
I have seen this often
and am waiting to see
if they move into the light
who it is or where they going
I do not know
what I do know
is that it is good

The Ride

there is a dark world
that lies just behind
the lighted one
we live in

in the light
it is the way
we want it to be
free of wanting

in our darkness
we know the truth
life is a trial
with dimming verdicts

we are sliding
down the hill
to nowhere
to no one

we cannot see
reaching to grab
what is not there
reaching to breath

wanting the light
to be our truth
knowing the ride
is to darkness

I'm Living Alone and I Like It

I'm living alone
and I like it
my time is my own
for the first time
I can waste it daydreaming
or watching old movies on tv
or maybe on a fine summer day
spend time in my hammock
watching clouds drifting by
I do as I please
and am pleased
by what I do
I make no appologies
for this lifestyle
I have created
it suits me just fine
most of the time

Silence

searchers
are not unhappy
where they are
they just need
to know more
days swallow their
patience
paying attention
alone hearing
quiet peaceful sounds
windswept softly
from the earth
piercing the silence
timeless listeners
searching because
they know
there is more hidden
in this silence
more to know

By Ear

the old dark upright piano
sat at one end
of our long dinningroom
silent until mom
sat down on the piano bench
one key at a time
she found whatever tune
was dancing around in her head
when mom played she sounded like
the old saloon piano players
the ones in the cowboy movies
sort of like honky-tonk
she laughed as she played
happy to go
wherever her music took her
listen closely
memories still hear
the music and laughter
that filled our house
so many times

nightmare

ouch

it hurt

when it

stopped

time passed

drifting

in air

bright flares

dying embers

flickering

crossroads

leading nowhere

nightmare

maybe red

the world was black and white

I wanted some color

maybe red

I wanted to mix it up

like in the real world

maybe red

New Moon Old Sun

full moon
brushed by pink
sunrise kissed
fluffy clouds

choices regrets
happy sad
another year
reconciled

no resolution
no sweet kiss
recollections
drifting sifting

sun rays
moonbeams
paving
the path

familiar faces
on the moon
smiling
remembering

old sun
beach sand
feeling still
the warmth