It’s a miracle To be alive It’s a miracle When we prevail Fighting the Good fight All light Fight of Faith Carrying happiness Last night I prayed before bed Show us the songs I must keep singing This life current That flows in my Being Oh God More abundance Send me an angel to Love…

Surrender to this hour absorb and release the power your call to service through higher love washes over you activates within you today begins a new cycle keep your frequency high aligned with spirit fuller expression reaches wide your personal state of the art awakened quickened it’s time to play your part bring the ringing…

The court recorder types so fast, The accusations and blasts of disappointment, I think I must be more careful About who I am when I am with you. I brought my bag of expectations A wardrobe of suits for every occasion And a heart paved with good intentions. And then there were the cloaks Designed…

I barely summon The breath to ask I whisper to God Rooster cries Walls he will bring down I continue to watch Her sleep Have we become too Glorious Whole strength in Eternal happiness Glory of the Lord Looking at the things Unseen Signs and wonders Give another kiss Universe of heaven Display the riches…

Passover.—I inhale the fragrance of my life, like rose petals lining cedar almost too much , how it bobs and weaves with others like lightning bugs flashing in green tinted canning jars –I just want to drink moonshine and sit and smoke but all those things are silly now so I plant rosemary,thyme sage and…

I’d never dated a millionaire actually she was a true heiress complete with a private jet no less LAX to New York we jetted off to Paris Fearless and helpless in the very same instant she was sparkly and brilliant preferred blondes over brunettes The high life was a dream arriving in her SUV limousine…

We come ashore When ready Plucked , Ripened By the Sun of intent- The Welcome Mat Brushed off- We all fit Or don’t- Floating in the Infinity Pool- Waiting for the NEW BIG SPLASH Cannonballs are some- Synchronized swimming For Most Dab your NAKED toe In, Bikini optional Of course In the land of Plenty.

At night, with the lights off, she looked through the panes of glass, between the familiar gaps in the shutters. Her clothes fell on the chair, first large, then smaller, until they reach the okra color of her body. Walking or sitting, her movements had the useless innocence of someone who believes themselves unobserved and…

The river runs wide Our poles are alive with resting dragonflies Proud of our catch We head home Cooked fish, our Mother’s approval With full-bellied smiles We listen: Tales from father, grand-father Tales of the silver river We sleep making pillows of these tales Outside, the river Liquid moonlight flows

The soft camembert, the baguette still warm ripped in chunks, The burgundy unlabelled from the vineyard next door, It teetered against the tree that gives us shade and shelter The tree stands guard against the world and our fragile reality the picnic blanket had a name I’ve forgotten it. I wish I could ask her…