The Dance with Grace

As I wake up in the morning From sleeps slumber as I face The awakening of my being Amidst God’s supernatural grace Flesh and spirit bound together In the rhythmic song of life Peace and light embrace my being Tempting restlessness and strife Days and nights will come and go As the sun it lights…

Autumn

One autumn leaf on my birch tree A sign of cooler days to be The process of change from green to yellow The thought of winter can make me mellow But warm winds will blow for some time yet As I watch a 747 jet Over my head way up in the sky Summer is…

The New Year

Here it comes and here we go Like it or not we may have snow Off go the guns as we drink our cheer And hopefully we don’t drink too much beer Our voices ring with auld lang syne With fireworks flying we sing in rhyme The Christmas lights are still aglow As the New…

Christmas

Jesus is the reason for the season I don’t know what could be more pleasing Certainly nothing this world has to offer Like material things to fill up its coffers The Holy Family travelled on a donkey But the world says act like a monkey To eat, drink and be merry As if life was…

The Old Wood Stove

I wonder what the old woodstove would say if it could tell us of its early days It saved so many from freezing to death When the splits and the wood were fired and lit No lights, no electricity way back then no modern heaters to blow warm winds just firewood obtained with lots of…

Music and Song

My human nature will always long to enter the realm of music and song where notes and words will always place an inner smile upon my face. Through the evolvement of material things the universe will always sing the spirit amidst all that moves from the largest galaxy to the smallest groove. Music and song,…

The Rhetoric Burger

Did you ever eat a rhetoric burger? I’m really sure you did and many times on the phone just before going to bed. The rhetoric burger comes to us in many shapes and forms. It can be complicated and quite the can of worms. We see it in advertising in many and varied degrees oh,…

Riverhead

In the now distant history of Joe Batt’s Arm some things have been lost which had certain charm. In the area I live, in the past it’s been said that the general region was called Riverhead. I’ve heard my dad say it time and again and I’m sure older folks would know it back then…

Sheila’s Brush

Sleet and rain mixed with snow with howling winds that always blow. Seemingly at salt water slob, Sheila does a masterful job. This time of year all Irish sings, even though the weather is up in slings. Daunted spirits? Not a chance, for St. Patrick inspires song and dance. Sheila’s Brush has come about to…

Sheila’s Brush

Sleet and rain mixed with snow with howling winds that always blow. Seemingly like a salt water slob, Sheila does a masterful job. This time of year all Irish sings even though the weather is up in slings. Daunted spirits? Not a chance, for St. Patrick inspires song and dance. Sheila’s Brush has come about…