Facing Forward, Pursuing Progress
We love violence
Romance of the gunslinger
Murderous outlaws
Circumstances speak
As I lay within my bed
Seeing life’s beauty
As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.
Simplifying life
This quest I’m launching upon
Birds fly in the rain
Today’s gray morning
Eventually sun will win
With afternoon warmth
In Flanders fields
Amidst poppies and lark song
Lie our lost lessons
After the day’s warmth
Winds blow in off the water
Abruptly changing
I’m grateful for these:
Joyous children around me
Love’s capacity
I stand on a hill
Looking down across the grass
Sunlight fills my gaze
Surrounded by youth
I delight in watching them
Make the world better