Sensibilities are not always sensible, 
At least this is said by those that find 
One of yours with which they disagree 

Understandings are not always understandable 
To those who can’t grasp them 
Or fear that if taken seriously, they would need to 

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder 
Or for the vision impaired, in their mind’s eye 
Which has a lid all its own that can be shut 
To escape the risks inherent if one is to 

Chronological aging brings nothing but 
Getting older and guarantees little if anything else 
Unless the aging self remains invested in wanting to 
The more we spend, the more we have 
But the more we buy, the more we 
Oh, no!

The flowing of the growing comes with the knowing 
That seeds are inanimate until they experience sowing. 
The propensity to derive meaning 
In the rhyming and rhythm of word weaving 
Taps me gently on the back 
As I am stealthfully leaving 
With shallow breaths and heavy thoughts heaving 
Preparing, at long last, to 

Oh, do not ask “Why?” 
Let us just bid each other 
A gentle “Goodbye.”


The baby was down for her afternoon nap. Her husband was away at school. She stepped outside on her little porch of the little trailer she called home. She looked up to the sky and saw the most amazing sight. The clouds in all their beautiful splendor looked as if they were the doorway to heaven. He’s going to die today, she thought. Chills ran down her spine as she recalled just days before that her grandmother, affectionately referred to as Nannie, claimed that she heard a knocking at the door. She said she went to see who it was, and yet when she looked out, no one was there. Her Nannie had told her she truly believed it was angels coming in to look after Papa, that the end was near.

As she recalled the words of her Nannie, her baby began to cry. Once again, she resumed her daily duties as mother and thought no more of the experience she just had. She let it go.

Later on that evening, her Aunt decided to stop by for a visit before going over to sit with Papa. The baby was content, playing on the floor as they chatted about this and that, just catching up. Suddenly, the front door flew open. Her cousin, in a calm and somewhat detached manner said, “He’s dead. He’s gone.” Time stood still. Her heart in her throat, she grabbed the baby and flew out the door. Running, lungs burning, across the way to her grandparents house.

Once inside, she saw her Nannie, doubled over with grief, screaming, “Oh God! Oh God! He’s dead! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me! Please God, don’t let him leave me!”.

She sat the baby down, walked over to her Nannie and held her in her arms as they both cried, both sobbing with grief and heartache. It seemed like an eternity before she was able to let her go.

She slowly walked into the bedroom, and there was her beloved Papa. Lifeless. Still. A calmness and sense of peace penetrated the room. As the tears slowly fell down her cheeks, she realized without a doubt that this was not the end. His body lay there, but he was gone. His spirit was elsewhere, moving on, moving forward to the Father he so faithfully worshipped.

The angels had indeed come to take him home. The sky had opened up in preparation for his homecoming. He was finally free. Free from the pain of his earthly body, and free to soar with the angels as he watches over his loved ones and family as he patiently awaits for them to come “home”.

This was the day, without a doubt, she began to believe in things unseen.

27 Dresses

Starring: Katherine Heigl, James Marsden

We’ve all heard he saying – Always a bridesmaid, never a bride right? Well how about being one twenty seven times.

Jane is always there for her friends and eager to please when they ask her to do anything for them. She is really a pushover to be honest; never being able to use the word “no”. Being wrapped up in others lives, she doesn’t really have a life of her own. However she does have this major crush on her boss, George and everyone in the office can see it except him.

While attending a friends wedding she is knocked unconscious by a woman who bumps her out the way while trying to catch the wedding bouquet. When she comes to the first thing she sees is this handsome man by the name of Kevin. He helps her up and they start to chit chat while sharing a cab that evening. It is very clear that he wants to get to know Jane better, but she is not giving him the time of day.

When Jane’s sister Tess comes for a visit she is happy to see her of course and invites her to a company party. At the party George says something to Jane, and her best friend pushes her walk over to George and let him know how she feels about him. Unfortunately Tess and George spot one another across the room and it appears to be love at first sight. As time progresses the two of them are spending more and more time together, and they seem to get pretty close. Poor Jane has to listen to her sister go on and on about the man that would have made her life complete.

Well the ball finally drops and George asks Tess to marry him, but this isn’t the devastating part. Jane actually decides to help her sister plan the wedding and even meets George at the caterer to try out different options for the wedding meal on her behalf. She seems to be handling it all in stride, until Tess does something that Jane doesn’t have the strength to forgive her for. Jane’s 28th dress is definitely going to be the one she will never forget wearing. In the meantime Kevin is still trying to win Jane’s heart, but she is in no way making it easy for him. As time progresses though she starts to live a little and lets her guard down a smidgen.

Sometimes when you have something to say to someone, you should just say it before the moment passes you by. This was a very cutesy, romantic, almost like a fairy tale type of movie. I will admit that some of the situations in this movie would have played out totally different in the real world, but they don’t stop me from loving the movie.


Yes,I know of a time
when I would tell you a lie

But, that was before I found 
the stars in your eye

Now I can not lie 
i am afraid you will say goodbye

Let everyone know 
I will not tell you a lie! 
I would love you till i dye!


To rise, to rise O how I want to rise 
From the depth of my soul I can’t conquer my spirit 

From the essence of love but I can’t feel it 
To rise to rise O how I ant to rise 
From the oppression of my pain 
To the sadness of my heart 
Even if my soul is not a slumber my mind is still torn apart 
For my thoughts is killing ever waking momenmt of my heart because I am missing 
I am in a world which I am missing and no one is looking for me 
I want to be found 
I want to be here 
I want to known for more than nothing 
To rise, to rise O how I want to rise


Clinging to the grass

Fistfuls in my hand
The clouds are dying
As the wind blows in
Lord, return me to my
Fairy kin


Like a map of where to go
the words are drawn out before me
over a vast plane only slightly crumpled.

But your voice kicks me to the moon
and the planned words evaporate
into a blue ooze that numbs my tongue
and twists it to form sentences and questions
I never intended to say aloud.
And my mind is not quick enough
to trap them because it got lost
some time between the second ring
and the sound of your hello.


Why can’t we be friends?
I am so confused,
Seems you left me
When your ego was bruised.

You had to fit in, 
Be the popular guy, 
But they call you “Robert”, 
Don’t you wonder why?

I can’t wait for the day, 
When they all leave you, 
Because when you need me, 
I’ll be gone too. 


Be seen as you are.

A naked ear upon a naked chest 
Hears rhythm and is satisfied 
While touches on silken strands 
Lace between fingers that once 
Traced names on supple skin; 
Laying claim and saying: 
I was here.