I awaken to
a life filled with promise and
growth, new beginnings
just waiting to be lived, my
soul enlivened by your smile.
4/23/2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Some Days
Some days I am at peace,
assured of my choices in life.
Other days I am in doubt,
troubled by what is to come.
During these moments,
I take a moment
To stop and breathe,
to meditate on my next move,
Before I can move forward
once more, feeling calm,
Rested, at peace.
4/10/2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
Stars
I gaze at the stars
shining clearly in the sky,
its pattern of lights
splashed across the dark canvas,
an elaborate painting.
4/8/2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
At Last
April's warm climate
gently pushes out winter's
remaining cold wisps,
a sign that Spring is at last
ready to take hold once more.
4/3/2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Crossroads
The crossroads stand before me
once again, each direction
Inviting, yet filled with such
questions that I am afraid
To answer: Which path should I
take in my life journey?
Where is my true home in
a life in transition?
Should I continue in this
new land, walking in doubt?
Should I return home where things
are familiar, yet masked in doubt?
Is my true calling in the
Island of Many Hills?
Do I follow the path west,
into the Garden State?
Both directions are lovely,
vast, yet cloaked in the unknown.
I stand at the crossroads once
more. Where do I go now?
4/2/2013
once again, each direction
Inviting, yet filled with such
questions that I am afraid
To answer: Which path should I
take in my life journey?
Where is my true home in
a life in transition?
Should I continue in this
new land, walking in doubt?
Should I return home where things
are familiar, yet masked in doubt?
Is my true calling in the
Island of Many Hills?
Do I follow the path west,
into the Garden State?
Both directions are lovely,
vast, yet cloaked in the unknown.
I stand at the crossroads once
more. Where do I go now?
4/2/2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Sands of Time
We sift through
the sands of time,
Marveling at how
it flows so easily.
It's precious to value
each moment,
Each grain embodying
a moment of our lives.
We must not allow it
to slip through our fingers
As the winds of change
alter our journeys.
3/30/2013
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