Evening Wilderness

Winter Pond2

“Wilderness is not a luxury, but a necessity of the Human Spirit.”

Slight of wind caressing
pond’s surface,
crystal ice sheet
frozen water
sculpted to stillness
in waves and patterns.
by the sweeping wind,
days and nights of cold.

In the distance,
see setting orb of sun
on top of horizontal
outline of trees.
Momentarily now,
look directly
at sun’s brilliance.

Realize this tranquility
of space and time
in this wilderness.

The sun’s orb sits now
on the horizon
slowly disappearing
in a majestic brilliance of color.
I sit in rapture
and listen to this
still inner voice:
“Hold here another minute.”

The Universe, God,
the Mystery of life
has touched me
with this frozen pond surface,
the changing color and light,
the caressing feel of wind,
this wilderness,
and all the mystery
of evening.


Note: I think this needs some work to communicate the image.

Oh, I Hear God’s Voice

Mountain sunset


Oh, I hear God’s voice
in the setting sun,
in the cricket’s song
We are all One.

1 So I sing my song
for everyone
share all these feelings
new day has begun.

2 Oh, I hear God’s voice
in the wind and rain
in the rising sun
in this brand new day.

3 In the rising sun
and the rising Earth
Oh, all these feelings
What are they worth?

4 Is this voice inside?
Is it all about?
Is it mine alone?
or is it everyone’s?

5 Oh, I hear God’s voice
within my mission
in love and in care
in a loving vision.

** I suppose this song doesn’t make sense unless you imagine or contemplate as I do
that vision, sound, song, colors, and nature are all energetic components of the One Spirit in a fabric of a vibrational harmony.

Here Comes Autumn


Oh, here comes autumn,
Feel it in the breeze.
Here comes autumn
See it in the trees.
Here comes autumn
See it all around –

Oh, here comes autumn
Here comes autumn
Hear this song.

Each sacred moment
In every life, now,
On this sacred planet
So full with strife,
Seeing all the Beauty
in every life, now –

Each sacred day, now
Each sacred day,
Now to be alive –

We can be loving
and be forgiving.
See the beauty
in each other’s eyes
We can be loving,
seeing all the beauty –

We can be loving
seeing all the beauty
Every day.


I am a writer, poet, composer, and artist. Though I’m a senior, I’ve kept active physically, mentally, and spiritually. I have spent most of my life and resources supporting and empowering others.

From living in diverse areas and cultures, I see life with an open heart and mind. I presently live in the Tennessee Valley in Northern Alabama. In my creative works, I would like to make a difference in our attitude toward the planet, seeing from a realistic spiritual viewpoint rather than the prevalent over materialistic emphasis in our society.

There’s a Song Everywhere


There are songs for your ear.
Open your heart and you’ll hear
There’s a rhythm to dance
Har-mo-ny to enchant.

There’s a song here for you
So, whatever you do
Let the rhythm set you free.
Feel the harmony and be.

There’s a song here for you
There’s a song here for me
There’s a song here to sing.
Let this song set you free.

There’s are songs everywhere,
Songs of love in the air.
There are songs for your care –
There’s a song everywhere.

Music can be a transformative experience.


God’s Voice – The Dance


Suppose God’s voice,
the song of the planet,
is well beyond your mere words
and small means of personality,
of your economics, of your politics,
of your culture.

Hear the song of the cicadas
in the colors of the sunset,
the wind lightly rippling the water’s surface,
the drums beating in the park,
the dog wanting your love.

In all the moments
and sensations of this evening,
The mirror surface, now, on the pond
reflects all the sky and evening trees,

An Indian man turns and says, “Hello”

Are you listening to this song
calling you to this dance of the Earth?

Pastel Shades of Blue

ballet dancer

Pastel shades of blue
painted on the panorama ‘fore my eyes
Oh, Magenta, red, and aqua rainbows
fill the sky just like some rhyme –

Am I dreaming songs of love?
Am I always wondering why?
Is it truth or is it passion
that fills my heart and overflows my mind?

Open now and hope forever,
My heart is on the line:
a deeper shade of color,
and this dancer spinning to some unknown time –

I can be this heart within
and I do answer for my own time
as the poet lives within these wings
and this dancer with the mystery unwinds–