was so easy long ago
To be so sure of what I'd do
But now I know, what now I know
It's different since I met you.
blue sky deepens, shot with gold
The sunsets that we seem to share
Not placid like the days of old
With you not there!
footsteps where I felt
Once on a day the world was mine
In honesty at times I've knelt
To know just where to draw the
is not true the sober way
Brings peace of mind like cooling
I skim the hills at break of day
A new delight this love of ours.
lost your love, how could it be
My questioning does not recall
Our love, so blythe and all so free
Contains the beauty of it all.
cat jumps to my lap to stare
Unblinking yet with honest purr
Unknowing you no longer care
I sob my teardrops in his fur.
the heartache out of sight
I see him heading down this way
Raise the shades that cast out night
Have a smile as bright as day.
his perception with a smile
Make a curtsey bending low
Be natural with a woman's guile
It's safe to say, he'll never know.
clumsy hands cannot unlock
the door of your heart's need
Now when the shadows come
My faltering words can only blindly
Unsatisfying solace, then fall
know your hurt, then dimly to define
Your need of me, when words are only
But still your trembling lips
seek calm from mine
My love holds up its chalice
for your pain
midnight struck, I heard you climb the
You...who had left so gaily...hours
Your filmy evening gown just swept the
Your eyes were stars...and fragrant was
lain awake, my daughter, just for you
So I could hear you gaily call
And watch until your date was out of
And hear you close the door as you came
dragging footsteps slowly pass my
I call, "Had fun?" and you just answered
Oh Darling, were the flowers wrong, the
That you can't talk about it
tomorrow you can tell me why
You locked your door tonight... and why
My heart is aching too, down deep
To wonder ... is a little bit ... to
love such simple things...
the drifting ash
from forest fires burning, you can see
the beauty in the dead stump or a tree
The clean black lines that neither
mar nor clash.
love a forest trail ... a dusty way
You show me cobwebs jeweled with the
and Life becomes more beautiful
Intrinsic values of the things you
of a morn I cannot see
Blast of a night that will not go
Over and over they come to me
Each of these things I used to
have I loved ... the dawn's first
The blush on the cheek of the Eastern
Now there is nothing but blackened
with only a mind to remember
the wind's kiss, you can never find
the lift of the trees in their zephyr's
Hold it and clutch it ... but do not
For the light in the sky ... there is no
have I loved ... and tightly grasped
The fine white spray ... and the ocean's
T'was a friendly sound ... now I sit
By the mocking waves that laugh no
the sunset crimson or gold or blue?
Do the stars look silver ... or only
Have the leaves turned green ... I wish I
Before I enter this deepening
of a dusk that is darkly mauve
Turning into a deeper black ...
And I cry in the night for the things I
The things I can never again ... call
sounds are never lost ... but circle
in endless rhythm ... round and round in
and nothing that is said is ever gone
but only waiting for a way to trace
each spoken word ... then someday I may
from myriad tones ... about ... below ...
your voice ... and cherish pricelessly the
that gives me once again ... your words of
linoleum ... polished floors ...
close-shut windows ... open doors
Air that's warm ... no breezes blowing
Social Hall ...T.V. going
You're in a chair!
Your white hair falling down through space
a vacant smile upon your face ...
and you not knowing ...
that I care!
of rubber shoes in halls
Creaking of trays and plaintive calls
the food looks good ... it smells a
So many people couldn't eat ...
They were not hungry, so they said ...
Dismayed ... the charge nurse shook her
Perhaps she knew ... that all of these
hungered for their memories!
is dusk and shadows deepen
and the rain keeps softly falling
And each droplet makes the puddles shift
While the new-washed frogs are
and some bird is softly calling
And it's just the time my Darling
that you would be coming home.
seems like I can hear you
hear your footsteps as you're walking
From your pickup down the path
the door will creak as you open it
and taking off your coat I hear you
and I almost see you standing there
and hear the way you speak.
sure smells good," you're saying ...
and how many times you've said it
You were never one to bring home frowns
The swish of rain came with you ...
on your black coat as you shed it
And you're here with me and smiling in
the dusk and shadows deepen
and the wind is softly throbbing
as it gusts its way through bushes and
and my heart longs for your coming ...
while I hear my voice a-sobbing
For now I want you back again ...
just to be a part of these.
an old gate to stand alone
With the vines around...
With the vines around
While the dusk is falling
And one dark stone
Lies on the ground...
The leafy ground
of the time I had leaned thereon
when the gate was new...
so very new
before the Wheel of Years rolled on
I was with you
Oh, precious you!
an old gate to stand alone
I hear it sigh...
A gusty sigh
And now I know what the gate has known
the years go by...
So fast go by
you are gone, who was my own
and the gate and I must stand alone
as the days go by...
and the years go by
is the road that stumbled here
beneath its load of brush and tree
where the pine cones tumbled, brown and
abandoned ways hold mystery!
did it go? when proudly carved
from fresh, clay earth...it strongly
up from a hollow...turned a hill
dim are the tracks that show
it carried countless feet
that built a future that is past...
Lost is the road...but strangely sweet
the tracks of time that hold us fast.
A Greater God
Lord, too many people kneel tonight
To worship You because they think you're
That You approve of churches where they
where some may enter...some are turned
They feel that You are very grateful
at mealtime when they offer thanks to
for filling all their needs, for answered
for tables filled with food they seldom
Lord, a greater You must somewhere
who holds the galaxies within Your
Who sees our starving millions... hears
of earth's defrauded children...anguished
of under-privileged mothers giving
to babies who "inherit not the
I found upon a sun-baked land
a dying blackbird shot by careless
I knelt beside it ... Great God hear my
to You...who grieved to see the sparrow
valleys lush with grass
Minted with dew
That was the way she chose
In loving you.
Heavy with apple boughs
Where the scent hung low
"I love him so much" she said.
"He must not go!
on a clean cut mountain
'Neath a windy sky,
My love for you ... a star,
flung... far... and high,
Loving so much ... my darling
I said goodbye.
dawn of laughter waking up
I breathe so deep of morning air
Ecstasy can fill my cup
Make glad hours we might share.
is minted and quite new
And still some one may come along
Perhaps today it will be you
Dear subject of this morning's song.
have some lovely pictures in my mind
Of places I have been and things I
In bygone days that I have left behind
That I have shared awhile, and all with
is a path, and there a redwood tree
Lovely in the moonlight's magic glow
The times we walked and where you shared
So many lovely moments long
now that I'm alone at end of day
I find I'm back in these familiar
Feeling your hand clasp, and the words you
That lift my spirits, gives my soul its
lay me down to sleep, and close my
And the darkness deepens, can it be?
That somewhere in the East the sun will
And morning's sureness will return to
song is sung at midnight, none to hear
The last bell pause and ring its' clear
While hopefully I will be dreaming,
That it's your hand upon my
fortunate to hold within your grasp
the threads of Wisdom ... knowing that
can mould designs of learning, that you
the heart of Knowledge that may tell so
see the eager eyes of interest shine,
to watch a hand raise high the empty
to know it is your weaving, your
your fount of knowledge that will fill it
better this... than Monarchs ruling
to thrill some student into keener
far-reaching and outstripping your
who lit the spark, to guide him in the
this is it
this pain, this grief
this anger like a quivering leaf,
a glimpse of distant, silvery seas,
the hint of bloom on winter
shred of laughter
more of tears,
a vision of the broken years...
this sacrifice of peace of mind,
of sudden quarrels, words
nights of wakefulness,
a heart that's full of unhealed scars,
a whispered word, a soul laid bare
so this is it ...this love we share.
polished her house...
she's a stranger in town,
But her windows shine bright,
the crisp curtains hang down.
And should you look through them,
I know you would see
A table all set...
with hot cookies and tea!
easy to say,
as we by-pass her door,
That nobody really
"pays calls" anymore.
But someone, please come ...
never mind if you're bold!
'Lest her cookies and tea
and bright spirit grow cold.
hand no longer spins the carded wool
Her feet no longer brace the buckboard
She holds a subtler weapon or a tool
That people did not need or use
fingers that rolled bullets now are
Her daughter marches to a stronger
But woman's need must be by woman
When no one yet has moved to take her
devastation, earthquakes, plague or
May rock the planet with its savage
Then woman, with far-reaching greater
Still stoops to wipe the tears from
suddenly the seasons change
you do not see
The first dry leaf fall from the maple
Or feel the first cold thrust of Winter's
'Till grass blades quiver on a frosty
all of Summer shrivels down to Fall
And children that were little have grown
slipper shattered on the steps
My rags replaced the silver gown
The coach, bedecked with royal crests
Was now a pumpkin in the town.
love so splendid at the start
Becomes a mockery complete
The revelation burns my heart
The ashes sting beneath by feet.
An Old House
poor old tired, creaking house
Standing, sagging, all alone
Your feet are tangled in the weeds,
Your sightless windows overgrown.
Your rotting ledges fall apart
And vines are tearing out your
tumble weed mocks in its dance
Upon your sunken steps, and sees
the briars pulling all the blooms
and blossoms from the apple trees.
The silence makes a fearful din,
for ghostly symphonies within.
is gone," they said. I can hear it yet
and the smell of ether in long, dim
the cold, blank pain of hospital
the lump in my throat when I moved my
"The baby lived," so gently said,
"It is a boy...but the mother's
was like a flower, a fragile one,
head held proudly in the sun!
God, she's gone. I walk the lane,
deep in my heart that racking pain.
Just keep moving, I will not know
the wind or rain. I loved her so.
I walked and paced...and the wind went
then sometime about half-past two
I happened to think, my son, of
your crib, upon my knees,
soft, warm bundle, faintly stir.
Dear Lord, let him have eyes like her.
She was so dear, her hands so slim
and white ... her eyes that Irish
My son, oh how she wanted you
to cuddle you close to her breast,
those wooly knitted things she made.
She went so gallant ... unafraid.
Yes, she went out and left this spark
I'm cradling here within the
son! You cannot understand,
the way is lonely. Oh, my wife,
I'll miss you, need you, all my
my arms from where I stand,
they fall to touch a baby's hand.
loved to climb up mountains when a boy
And scan the heights, a sky of wonder
Then climbing down again he always
That he had left awhile white clouds of
lived his life so well -- he walked it
His love of family, friends, his special
Of spreading joy and laughter every
So seldom thinking of himself at
then one day he heard the special bars
Of God's own music sounding from
Once more he climbed the heights,
looked down with love on those he'd
before he reached the stars.
will be times of Laughter
when the sun like rays of golden
lightly spun will fill our days.
But in the silence of that love-filled
look down to see the daylight nearly
in darkened ways.
is my life ... the Laughter and the
that make the warp of living through the
a brave design.
And I may sob with Joy ...
or laugh through Pain
with up-cupped hands to catch
Life's borrowed rain
that falls in mine.
I first met you...it was night
we stopped...and to my swift surprise
Your face in darkness...but a light
Shone from your eyes.
Mischievous, laughing, living eyes
That seemed to take me by
through the years...so many things
come swiftly and relentlessly.
The years went by...the Falls...the
Your eyes laughed down at me.
And now...at the end of a lonely day
Heaven is not too far away.
time I know...Life's cord will break,
when Life and Time are past...
Then through the mist...I can't
Your own dear eyes...at last!
And find once more...the way we
Your loving eyes...and all we shared.