Yet, the inflexibility within people’s hearts and minds seems so sadly similar to today. Like so many artists before him, he’s paid a deep price for his art.
Always In This Heart
Always in this heart of mine
There’s a place for you
Is there in that heart of yours
Room for me too
Somewhere in this world of ours
Room for us to share
Somewhere in this world of ours
Time for us to care
A Dance of Delight
Hey little children, don’t you cry no more
A kinder wind is blowing, soon you’ll all be warm
In a much better place than from where you were torn
Food to quench your hunger, shelter from the storm
Who Can Judge
Some judge a man by the color of his skin
They play him down till there’s nothing left for him
But to cry out in anguish, in fear and in pain
My Little Buddy
It’s been 20 years since I’ve heard her laugh, dried the dishes while she washed and enjoyed her company over cookies and coffee. Only one cookie allowed per cup, by the way. That was our rule.
Home of Poems
It restores the child in us and those missing senses.
Gone Is Just a Word
It was a typical day at home, doing typical things – making meals, doing a little gardening and getting around to some long-overdue projects. These are times when I love to just let my mind wander…but on this day, all I could think about was my Mother.
My Muse Has Lost Her Way
Are you creative? Do you ever run into dry spells … you know, where you cannot finish anything? Do you ever blame it on your muse? I do … sometimes … but less these days … sometimes it’s just up to us!
Red Sky
The world as Marshall McCarthy saw it one morning, in years bygone.
The Faithful Pray For Rain
We take so much for granted and far too often demonstrate a lack of understanding and sympathy for others. In time, the meek shall inherit the earth…