I Choose Happiness

Sometimes my world gets turned around.
Seems like I’m flying upside-down,
But I never lose.
When left to choose,
I chose happiness.

The days go by so fast, it seems,
As I run chasing my fondest dreams.
I cast my nets
Without regrets.
I choose happiness.

Though dark clouds come
To block the sun
I never let it get me down.
I know that time is on my side
And fate will guide me where I’m bound.

There’s just one thing I have to say,
And it’s a lesson for every day.
My message clear
To every ear,
I choose happiness.

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Blessings

No doubt the hungry heart is truly blessed
In simple way, imponderable to know.
When grants the gift to see a brand new morn,
The miracle of life is set aglow.

To see, to hear, to taste or gently touch her,
To know each subtle fragrance on the air
Takes pause to dance unique before her footlights
And heal the soul with gentle loving care.

There is no true, no false where blessing settle,
No day or night, no sun or moon to guide.
In frothy waves that rush to greet her shoreline
She fills the swell, the ebb of every tide.

No levy can be measured on her favor,
Nor count be known when blessings fair descend.
She knows no foe, no barrier can stop her
As she glides in weightless wonder with the wind.

I gaze into her humble eyes of passion
To find the wisdom in the gift she brings.
To know the selfless joy that she pays forward
And share her satisfaction…
                                           My heart sings.

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Generations

Beginnings, often unremembered,
Haunt the hallways
-         Space and time -
Recorded in some sacred vault til
Future generations pine of
Seeking secrets distant time,
Tracing spirits left behind.
 
Archives stretched to breaking point
Begin to broach a faded past,
Each puzzle piece assembled
Strolls the footlights as all dancers have
     A part to play,
     A line to say,
Reveals the members of the cast.
 
And who am I?
And who are we?
The lessons of the future’s past,
Reflections in a looking glass
As generations hand to hand
Stroll along a crowded beach to
Leave their footprints in the sand.
 
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