Silently into the night I write of many things that come to mind as I listen to musical melodies being sung by the Blue Notes at the Elk’s Club.

His wisdom, as I write and try to do His will as muchas I can in this earthly atmosphere.Quietly contemplating the universe He has built within, appreciating even the very little things He has given,as I write about as many of them as possible in thetime He has allotted me.

never faltering in our steps.Knowing the way to our livelihoodson earth.

Touching emptily, the sadness of a lifetime with feelings of remorse, bringing beauty into the crystal tears of grief.Tasting the bittersweet joy of love and desire as it is drained slowly from without in hands of people envious of what talent I have.Staring vacantly inward, I respond by writing of it’s painful loneliness in space.

Talking, touching, eye contact – none of it makes adifference – except in that precise moment of time whenyou are looking for some human contact.Life takes us by the hand, leading us through pathwaysthat we must all find our way in.Nothing but our souls to guide us on daily treksthrough our circumferences.

Taking me silently into deepened worlds of contemplative solace,far away from the world and all of its injustice.

purified and open to Gods’ plan.Opening, unfolding, becoming a beginning of thefuture.