My Hope and Prayer…

I hope for rich tomorrows

For kinder days to come

I hope for gentle moonlit nights

And days of warming sun

I pray that equal measure

Be graced to all who live

I pray that toleration

All willingly would give

We each drag with us baggage

And all wear scars and scrapes

For trials that come from living

Not one of us escapes

And though we may be different

In many countless ways

One dream we hold in common

That some Love might come and stay….

Time Freely Given…

Of the many things I’ve ever given

That which I believe most dear

Came not in a box with a bow

But rather was time shared over the years

Priceless this gift

For once it is gone

The memory alone

Is what will live on

In truth I can say

I will never forget

For time given freely

I shall never regret…

Hope Echoed…

The masses sing


or Santa’s on his way

Houses light up every night

Presents are wrapped each day

Peace on Earth

Good Will to Men

Are echoed everywhere

Imagine if six months from now

This Hope Lived in the air…

Et Tu Brute…

Was it an illusion

Were your intentions clear

Did you make it known

Yet I refused to hear?

Why then was I surprised

At actions that you took

The glint of blade was bright

Did I refuse to look?

The consequence of truth

The point you sharply made

Has opened up my eyes

This lesson shall not fade

As Caesar said to Marcus

When came his final day

Betrayal has a price…

And so…” Et Tu Brute”…