In Humble Gratitude
The touch of heaven reaching down to
those who would be blessed. Scent of
lighted candles on the holiest of days.
A taste of the vineyards sweetest wine
upon the waiting tongue. The music of
children dreaming dreams in that great
hopefulness of youth. And more, more.
Have you ever seen the soul walking?
Have you ever heard the soul talking?
No mere reed blown by desert winds
but a light unto Tucson and America.
Our President, our own Barack Obama.
One Moment Please
Waiting.
Waiting for another change
Of circumstance----or mind.
Always waiting.
Always change.
Not one steady
Permanent piece of life.
Just moments made mad
By unwanted happenings
And fickle, fickle minds.
Oh to have
One loving moment
When nothing is missing
Because nothing is wanted.
One loving moment
To give to the world
Free of all desire.
And in that precious moment
See love become life
And life become forever