Drought or Flood

In fields unkempt And overgrown A farmer applies The skills he’s honed For generations It’s in his blood Patience cultivated Come drought or flood He tills the fields And plants the seeds Until there are No more mouths to feed Until there is No more hunger

Eternally

There’s a time to stay A time to go We spend our lives Longing to know Where we’re going Whom we should be But none will know Until they no longer see Speak or hear Hellos and goodbyes Finding peace Eternally Behind closed eyes

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