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….


Before the Night

Twilight soft

Sights grow dim

Edges blurr

Visions swim…

Gentle light

Easy glow

Sun to bed

Moon to grow…

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”…

Pen in hand…

The Pianist with gifted hands

Brings music to our ears

A Saxophone or Violin

Rich tones for all to hear…

I have no talent for such things

A lack I must withstand

The only notes that I create

Are made with Pen in hand….