You wrote your words so carefully

We paint our earth with blues and green,the oceans, lakes and land.However, we paint ourselves invisiblewith the use of slight of hand.How long will we paint with coloursif we carry on the way we do.The crimson will become a dusty brownfor the dust cloud we created.The green will become black,chard and empty of everything.The waters…

whenever we feel pain.It drags us from the depths of sorrowtime and time again.It tells us we are worthywhen we don’t think we are.It gives us the courageto carry onwhen we think all is lost.It surrounds us with lovewhen all we have is despair,a heart filled withtender loving care.30 June 2008

And out the window stareTowards the soft cloudsThat seem to drift over headThen in my mind a thoughtBuds and blooms into an inspirationMy hand reaches out for papers and penThen as thoughts materialize in my mindWords to describe it become frequentThen with pen in hand and paper against the wallI begin to describe everything my…

dance round my head.Don’t weep for mewhen I am dead,because all you will seeis just the husk of me.I will be gone to somewhere else,although they have not told me yet.It could be somewhere hotso I can burn my toes.It could be somewhere coldso it will freeze my nose.Then again it could be somewhere in…

Sometimes we let go of somethingwe should have hung onto.This happens all the timeconcerning matters of the heart.Sometimes our head rules our heartand something wonderful is lost.In the years that follow,we live with our regretof not following our heartinstead of following our head.We reflect in our memoriesmaking up what might have been,when it is too…

every living thing.I would not purposely hurtany animal or human being.I hold out my armsto comfort any injured living creaturethat I might findwhether it be large or small.Everything needs love and comfortat sometime or anotherand that is leftto big softies like me.26 March 2008