All That I Love

I Was There

When you were a child
I held your hand and walked with you,
took you places where dandelions grew
and butterflies danced in the wind.
We learned about life together
laughed together and cried together.
I watched as you grew into a young man
with hopes and dreams of your own.
I was there when you fell in love
for the first time and when your
heart was broken, I was there
when no one else was.
I was there when your first child was born
and cried when you held her close
with gentle hands
and said, “I love you baby.”
I was there when you thought
that life was not worth living
and I held your hand
and walked with you,
took you places where dandelions grew
and butterflies danced in the wind.
And I will be here even when
the wind no longer blows
and all the dandelions have died,
to hold you close,
and tell you, “I love you.”


Gathering Pearls

So little of life’s pleasure
is cherished far too late;
the sunrise and the sunset,
the poems they create,

the tenderness of babies,
the sound of bluebird song,
all this and more, we oft ignore
when we should contemplate.

What marvelous creations!
What riches so divine!
We waste our days in constant haze
and miss what’s clearly fine.

No monetary treasure
can fill your heart’s desire;
true wealth is in the quality
of friendships we acquire.

These pearls can not be tarnished
unless betrayal knocks,
still most will stand the test of time
and never turn to rocks.

So gather not possessions
that soon will turn to dust;
the greatest gems you’ll ever find
are friends that you can trust.

Spirit of The Singing Waters

Do you hear her in the forest
there within the winding creek?
If you listen to the water
you will surely hear her speak.
She’s the spirit of the mountains
where the honeysuckle grows.
In her music you’ll find wisdom
when her crystal water flows.
Round the mountains, down the valleys
she sings loudy as she goes,
by the cities, by the farmland
telling secrets that she knows.
She is ancient. She’s majestic.
She’s a thrilling symphony.
As she plays her sacred music,
it’s a divine rhapsody.

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