Brighter than an Angel’s Wing

I have seen something
with a brighter glow
Than an angel’s wing
In the face of a human
Rising hopefully
After a fall.


The First Days of Spring

In those first days of Spring
Every year,
I am awestruck by the generosity
And enormity of the gift
Which is Life,
And that it is mine
To do what I please with.

Quiet Days

Happiness is quiet days
Filled with a hundred thousand moments.
All perceived both outside and within
The majestic continent of your life.
And perhaps, sometimes, in one of them,
You will meet and greet your own heart
As though it was someone you had never before

Making Flowers Grow

Your light wanted to lift
My tears to Heaven, one at the time,
But my grief was not ready to leave
And became rain instead,
Giving its lessons back to earth
And making flowers grow
And shallow lakes deepen.