Spiritual Rain


The end of summer
rain soaked my soul
with a spiritual rain.

It was a vibrant rain
that fell straight down
like a comb going

through her long hair.
Years of pain and
suffering washed

away in the downpour.
Peace and joy shone
in the new day sun.

The end of summer
rain soaked my soul
with a spiritual rain.

Just You


too many
transitions

too many
thoughts

too many
memories

I had to give
myself
permission

to do very
little today

I sat there
lamenting
this and that

I sat there
thinking

I have hope
in God

I hope my
books will
do well
someday

the ones
I’ve written
and hope to
write

our brief
flurry of texts
reminded me

how sweet
how special
it is to be
loved by you

wanting you
remains

loving you
remains

that’s enough
for me

just you

Never Heard


I was going in one
direction but
my day

went in another

not a bad day just
filled with different
instead of

the same

I happened to look
up and it was
almost dark

four turned to six

you my sweet muse
are my constant
love on

days that slip away

you my sweet muse
are the joy of my
heart on

days that fall short

you my sweet muse
tell me words of
love that I’ve

never heard