Ageless beauty

How is an old barn like Cleopatra?

 “Age cannot wither her, 

Nor custom stale her infinite variety.” 

That which we love 

Seems ever beautiful before our eyes. 

If only we could learn to love 

Each moment in our lives…

Just curious

What happens in an old New England Inn, 

When someone decides to mount candles 

On the wall above a fireplace. 

I found them in the summer, and wondered, 

Am I the only one who noticed that they melted? 

Or is it that they’ve been left here as a joke?

Moments to remember

What is it we’ll remember, 

When our days draw to a close? 

Will it be acquisitions and accomplishments,

 Or precious moments, and special people? 

What choices might we make this day 

To spend our time and energies more wisely?

Eagle eyes

He who watches over all 

Is seeking, not to protect, but to devour:

Whatever he has just destroyed 

 Never seems to bring satisfaction.

At day’s end

At day’s end, 

We make time to reflect and dream: 

How have I made the world a better place today, 

And what might I do tomorrow 

To encourage the resurgence 

Of peace and compassion?

Oases of beauty

We used to have a saying mounted 

On our office wall: “You can’t control the wind, 

But you can adjust your sails.” 

In times like these, we may feel helpless 

Against the powers that be, 

But we can still create oases of beauty 

Where energy and passion can rest and be restored.

The burning of the bush

My camera could only capture 

The redness of the smoky sun 

 By shooting from behind a bush.

 Remembering Moses, 

Who also faced a burning bush 

Because the sight of God was too intense,

 I wonder what new commandments 

We’re meant to take away 

From yet another summer spent in flames?