When someone has joined you in singing,
It’s far more than simply “sound-slinging.”
While singing your part,
It’s truly a start.
Connecting with joyful “sound-ringing.”
Just what is the question you’re asking?
Just what is the thought that it’s masking?
Will thinking go deep?
Will it make you keep
New outlook regarding your “tasking”?
We’ve shared many years being married.
Some were smooth-as-silk and some harried,
We’ve come to love more
Than ever before.
And learned—life is really quite varied.
The gift when my days are Bright-Shiny,
Contrasts with a day Dark-and-Whiney.
Delight—I can feel.
Gratitude—real.
By noticing gifts, Large or Tiny.
I pulled out the spice in the “C” spot,
Without taking heed of what-I-got.
I put in the spice,
I didn’t “sniff twice”.
My cinnamon soup is a New Lot!
Continue readingTo ask for some help, you must “play” Brave.
As hard as it is, it might just save
The day when you’re stuck.
It might bring you luck.
Lifting you out of your “help-less” cave.
My travel turned into a treasure,
A time bringing wealth beyond measure.
The very best part,
Has filled up my heart.
Relationships—richness and pleasure.
An outcome from time spent connecting,
With caring and thought intersecting.
A confidence boost,
My worries reduced,
I move on with new hope reflecting.
When I have a “run” of forgetting,
No doubt the results are upsetting.
I’m close to despair,
Still one can declare,
An outcome may show up abetting.
While biking inside, I growl and groan,
“This is so BORING, I sigh and moan,”
Then I hear that nudge,
And I think “Oh, fudge!
I must step beyond my comfort zone!”
My bike ride turn’d into sightseeing.
With viewing that prompted wellbeing.
With colors intense,
On murals immense,
A true rush of Joy guaranteeing.
The problem that comes with high water,
It ceases to stay where it “ought-er.”
Beyond filling tanks,
It’s over the banks,
Requiring reports from flood-spotter.