Sweet Sunday’s
Holding on
To the love
Of the ground
And the sky above
Sweet Sunday
Before Monday
Let’s hold a new light
Into the week
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The Slurry
The rush
The slurry
Flurry
Of moving pieces
Roaring engines
As one takes
Off
Lands
Slams
Into the ground
As we all fall
Again Again
Begin again
Again again
It all starts over
When you start again
But when you pick up
And return to form
You learn what you lost
And regain what you knew
So that in due time
You can see how you
Grew
A Tiny Heart
The size of an almond
With a personality the size
Of the room
Our small dog
Named Wilco
May have a small heart
But fills the room with love
When anyone walks in
Sweet little Wilco
One Fine Day
A fine day
Is coming
When we believe
Not in celebrity
But in each other
That day
Is coming
One fine day
Trolls
Trolls have nowhere else to go
Lurking for flat moments
Growing thick like mold
Trolls roll up their sleeves
To sow discord
In a world that needs to be healed
Refilled with love
So the trolls can roll away
Trees
Trees told stories
Well past the boundaries
Of you and me
The simple tree
That we cut down
Can teach us about
Life
And each other
Trees go on
Well past us
And continue to grow
Even when we are growing old
March 24th
A great day to get out
My birthday is a day
To celebrate a new schools
Of voices rising up
In a dark time
So that in due time
We will have hope again
Such a coincidence
But on March 24th people rise
Up
To believe again
That we can all accomplish something
With the help is our fellow
Countrymen
A Hope for Past Future
Can the future be brighter
If the past is not reckoned
How to know where to go
If we do not understand
What we have done
My role in this nowness
Is key to the future
I have played my own role
Ambivalently
But with more passion we approach
The future
Don’t Look Down
Don’t look down
Let go
Be bold
Favor the future
And face the truth
Today
