DOORS

  Doors lead to doors I only enter with trepidation what’s in store behind the door Hope is my pray’r. I am not a seer I could not count all the costs but I am fairly sure choices have consequences some come soon others later. I am afraid to open a door yet, even if

A LITTLE MID-LIFE MEDITATION

I am out of words to say. My pen is poised in mid-air, with no angst or delighted surprise to push it to write. I am coasting in the calm waters of everyday, rocked only mostly by some fussy child or chores left undone. Sometimes, boredom sets in and that agitates my sails a bit.

CHOICES

Between heaven and hell choices lie shadow or light they clutter the heart cannot decide shadows hover light is dark hell is heaven to the blind what to choose what to choose can the heart see the path obscured wanting what feels good how easy to just draw heaven or hell as desired in the