It CAN happen here.
Our enemies lie within.
May we heed the Wise One’s words
and unless we are without
sin, cast not the first stone.
JDG
It CAN happen here.
Our enemies lie within.
May we heed the Wise One’s words
and unless we are without
sin, cast not the first stone.
JDG
Sun-kissed hills of frost,
watchful trees starting to blush –
Autumn love story.
JDG
I breathe in her choice
of loud, discordant music
and breathe out judgement.
JDG
May we remember the hands that reach for
the rose and may
we protect
them from
thorns.
JDG
May we blend rhyme with
reason and have compassion
this harsh election season.
JDG
When we only care
about getting to the top,
we’re not ready for
climb-it change. What if when we
get to the top, nothing’s there?
JDG
Right before the road curved,
the sky was filled with gold.
Although I couldn’t linger,
that golden image could.
When I arrived home
I was rich with memory
of a golden moment
on life’s curving road.
JDG
A bit of blue peeks through
a sky covered
with slow-moving clouds
of dingy white and gray.
I catch a glimpse
of what lies beyond,
a constancy
that will see me through.
JDG
Caught in an inner storm,
I almost didn’t see
the sun’s scattering of gold
among the swaying trees –
nature’s shimmering reminder
that there’s more to life than me.
JDG