Come dance with me, the moon is bright
Stars are alive, a wond’rous sight
The creatures in the meadows sleep
Filled with the sounds of nature deep
The world is ours for ages past
Let’s pray to God that it will last !
AMEN.
SOLO FLIGHT ( 2016 ) 2016/05/04
There are those days I wish that I
Could clip-on wings and learn to fly
Think how much fun that task would be
To soar across both land and sea.
I’d spread my wings like eagles bold
And head on south in winter’s cold
There would not be a need to pack
I’d wear a knapsack on my back.
That sure might be a funny sight
One old grandma on her first flight !
OR CHEER ( 2016 ) 2016/01/07
High on the precipice I left my foolish fears
There silent and alone amidst my falling tears
Vowing not to be that sad soul forever more
Training my eye to focus on God’s open door
For He has said to all that we are welcome here
We’re free to come and go, to laugh and cry or cheer !
WITHOUT DELAY ( 2015 ) 2015/06/07
I saw an owl perched in a tree
“Whoo, whoo “, he seemed to speak to me
Oh, mister owl you look so grave
Is there a way I should behave ?
I’d like to know what I can do
To ease the course of life for you
Or is this world in such distress
You’re here to bring an S – O – S ?
I’d really like to help you out
Leave me a sign or make a shout
If you’ve a message to relay
I’ll speak to God without delay !
OBSERVATION ( 2001 ) 2013/04/18
The fog slips in like a shroud eclipsing the panorama
of the mountain’s sides
Where life is as a winging that must soar above the pall
or suffer all it hides.
Some context of this vast unchartered wilderness which
is the confines of my heart
And breeches o’er those valleys, there within the depths
of ignorance that was my start,
Has brought to me upon its beaten breast a shallow
consciousness of what I am
That whistles on the winds of plains wherein reside both
king of beasts and gentle lamb.
There time itself will bare the seed that lives with joy
or dies alone in discontent
As it fulfills an aim that is the longing of the soul or
of the mind, intent.
To move with space and wander in its bright expanse
beneath the sky where mood began
There, confirming this great world is an elegant cushion
for the footfalls of man
And as such must cradle his intense wish to dream and
hope and love and laugh and cry,
For man without one dream is a garden that never blooms
and does not wonder why.
Claire V. Bogdanos 