End of Days

The struggles of today behind us

 and the anticipation of the wonder of tomorrow

 we say goodbye to the last bit of light

 and gently close the gateway to reality 

as we long for the dreams that give us hope

 for those things which we dare not speak

 to those who would only snatch them away

 in order to rob us in jealous regret for their own lack of imagination.....

St. Patricks Day.... !!! What a wonderful saint............

Irish Eyes

When Irish eyes are smiling,

and Shamrocks fill the ground

When leprechauns go a leaping,

to their treasured ground

When cheerful thoughts of Emerald Isles,

prance upon your mind

When glasses are raised and raised again,

may happiness you find

When fiddlers play a joyful tune ,

and feet begin to dance

When snakes are driven far away ,

with bow and righteous lance

When all you've wanted rest before your eyes,

and you alone can see

When Irish eyes are smiling,

Oh please remember me..............

Snow flower

Will the flower fade away?

The one that bloomed in the winter

As the snow melts away

Will she give way to lesser?

To those that appear

In warmer days

Will she decline?

Give a better place

To those not so hardy

Those that appear in the sun

Will her pedals

Fall to warm earth

Touch where she could not

On heated soil

Lay there in remembrance

Of colder days

Is that her place?

Perhaps until colder nights.

EMMALINE IS FIVE !!!!

On the 13 day of March, in Hermitage Tennessee my heart was made fresh when my daughter Emmaline was born. Everyday, even in the darkest of times, her little voice will whisper " I love you daddy ", and all the worlds troubles, if only for a brief moment evaporate. My life would be shallow without her.


 Sometimes we are reluctant in sharing such a statement, thinking that we must love God more than humans, and surly we should. However, it is in the flesh of humanity and especially our progeny that we express our love to God and His is expressed to us. In the daily kindnesses that we show each other, in the giving to meet a need of friends or strangers, or just listening to someone, we show forth his presence in our lives, His imprint.


In His most infinite love toward me, he gifted me with my family, and in a special kindness , Emmaline. She is there  giving the gentlest of kisses to her daddy, when the weight of the universe seems to be stranded on his shoulders. She reminds me on days when I have forgotten, that I have a purpose.  Not a purpose to recite a well held system of theological truths, but to give them away in bed time prayers, comforting words when there are boo boo's on skinned knees, or in enjoying their truths in the wonder of a storm or starry night.


God is not jealous when we cherish His gifts rightly, He is pleased.....Therefore tomorrow, March 13, we will celebrate Emmaline's birth and cherish with special flare God's gift, His expression of love to our family, all packaged in the beauty of a little girl.

Jacob's Trial ( Life with dementia)

Where have they all gone, memories


Lost in a misty haze


Things that happened, yesterday


Forgotten, in a mental maze






Yes, she can remember  "yesterday"


Though 70 year's in her past


Walking through her childhood


In meadows of fresh cut grass






Clearly she has left us


Yet, intimate moments she recalls


When she was another's daughter


With dreams, and skips, and falls






Looking still he remembers


The beauty that was his bride


Her frustration now turned to anger


Destroyed! Is his once held pride






Memories, held in hand so golden


The treasury of so many years


This man so strong, on his knees


Her husband and lover, left in tears






Waiting there, at this end


Both gripped in this disease


Only fragments held in peace


Comfort them God, Oh please!