About Love

As an elder couple pass your way,
Chat awhile and make their day,
Cause it's about Love,
It's all about Love.

When a child struggles to read,
Be a mentor, intercede,
Cause it's about Love,
It's all about Love.

Hunger thrives throughout our land
It's time we all took a stand,
Cause it's about Love,
It's all about Love.

Your skin color matters not to me,
God made all different hues you see,
Cause it's about Love,
It's all about Love.

Life is full of ups and downs,
Happiness and sorrow,
Let HIM be the stepping stone'
To all of your tomorrows,
Cause it's about Love,
It's  all about Love.

Murphy

One hundred pounds of pure joy,
this is Murphy, our alpha boy.
A toy for you, one for your brother,
you don't want yours,
you want the other.
Playing ball, like the Yankees do,
you may miss a catch or two.
A plastic bag means only one thing,
a treat for us that you did bring.
When you hand out the treat,
watch that you don't get knocked
off your feet.
Wet and sloppy the kisses never end,
he wants you to know you're his
best friend.
Sleeping in a king sized bed is
unsurpassed,
You're on your back,
four limbs in the air,
life is great, what do you care,
if there's any room left for
your loved one to share.

                                                             
                                                                             Smokey Mt. scene in oil    18x40

                                                      
                                                                               Pink Rose  in oil   16x20

                                                       
                                                                           Water Street in oil    16x20

                                                           
                                                                                       Reflections in oil 16x20 

                                                    
                                                                                  Tree Reflections  in oil  16x20

When Evening Comes

 
                                                   When Evening Comes

Evening comes slowly,
like a gator stalking its prey.
Sleep eludes me, and again,
I reach for my novel.
A morning mist hung
over the churning sea.
Only surfers braved the
rough waters.
Dolphin fins, like the surfers,
rose and fell.
This is the place she was last seen.
Frantically she screams for help.
I wake.
The novel drops to the floor.          

These Hands

    

                                                           These Hands 
No longer confined in the womb,
the small, pink, pudgy fingers,
open wide.
Loving hands caress and
lend support as first steps
are taken.
Blocks fly across the room,
like birds scattering seed.
As the bat swings the
umpire shouts "out".
The pencil seeks the answer
guided by firm fingers.
Hands holding hands,
he slips the ring on her finger,
and with loving hands he
takes her in his arms.
Years on manual labor
has taken its toil.
Worn and wrinkled,
they cover his heart, remembering
a fallen hero.

Everything Is Waiting for Him

      


                                  Everything Is Waiting For Him

The empty cross hangs around her neck,
she sits with a full cup of coffee,
deep in thought.
The dandelion snow is blown
forward,
and the birds are flying back south.
Rain is coming down before the
sun comes up.
Is it back or forward, up or down?
Empty or full?
His way leads forward, up and full.
Love the Lord with all your heart,.
Is Heaven up, hell down?
Down where or right here?
Love your enemies,
Heaven on earth!
Everything is waiting for him.