For Bede
(2014)
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.