VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
July 20

"Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them. And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses."
- Mark 11:24 -

"Great is the road I climb, but the garland offered by an easier effort is not worth the gathering."
- Propertius -


I search for my muse, a little fire to light the fuse
something to inspire, sorrow or desire?
if only as small as a bird, could incense a word
an inspiration of verbal communication.
is sought, as a fight well fought


"It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise, than for a man to hear the song of fools."
- Ecclesiastes 7:5 -


where art thou?
what doest thou think
when willest thee see
that thee is loved so much by me


today I will
get caught up
do the laundry
sweep the floor
do the dishes
take time to pray


Sometimes I think I should write to remember a moment, not knowing if the moment will want to be recalled or forgotten. Like the double edged sword, that memory can cut or restore that moment for later when it is wanted. Maybe tonight should be recorded, maybe it should be forgotten but right now I don't know which it should be. so thus it is better to have than to have not. the pizza, the putt putt, the pool, the questions of my mind.


The past actually happened but history is only what someone wrote down.
- A. Whitney Brown -


time heals
space feels
love Kills
lesson seals
without pills
hungry meals
cold chills
life's bills
happiness steals


Sitting thinking of you
wondering if you knew
and if so
what would you do?

Staring into space
trying to picture your face
and wondering
if there may be a place

Thinking of our talk
imagining your walk
and hiding
causing me to balk

Wondering if ever, when
someday, maybe then
and praying
that maybe this message will send


the small child laid sleeping
a soft sweet smile crossed it's lips
the innocence still held intact
the reality of the real not there

a teenager sat alone
tears marred her face
the lessons of life begun
the reality of love lost

an old lady walked a path
a seriousness of thought furrowed her brow
the remembrance of a lifetime stored
the reality of the end was begun


The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you'll grow out of it.
- Doris Day -