I Pause

Sometimes I pause And put the future on hold To contemplate Your story already told A tale of love and loss Smiles and tears Our time cut short By too many years Today I pause Until your ghost appears To nudge me gently toward Tomorrow

Maybe Today

Maybe today You’ll make plans for tomorrow Maybe today You’ll find healing for sorrow Maybe today You’ll live in the moment               … Sing a new song               … Breathe a deep breath               … Appreciate the little things               … Live without regret Maybe today You’ll live life your way Maybe, just maybe

A Brittle Shamrock

If I had to chooseBetween gold coinsOr a brittle shamrockFlat and driedBetween the pages of a bookStained with saltwaterShed tears and rogue wavesPressed by luckAnd pride of Celtic nameI’d choose that shamrockGently picked byGreat-Grandmother’s handsA link between usA link between lands

Ancient Land

Infused with wisdom Organic and pure The waters run through Sediment and sand The air fills our lungs Where the mountains stand For centuries Broken by clenched fists Caressed by gentle hands Destroyers or defenders Of this ancient land

The Squall

The snow crinkles  And crumples underfoot Tiny, shiny crystals In every nook Of where I’ve been But where I’m going Those future steps The snow’s not showing Again tomorrow More snow will fall On where I’ve been I’ll try to recall Tiny, shiny crystals After the squall