VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
October 21

So many souls with different faces In one world, but from many places

We are all the same; can't you see? Regardless of heritage; you and me

Look for the person inside, not out THAT is what this life is all about

A choice between good or bad to make Each person decides which road to take

Those decisions create our society today On a self destructing path; sorry to say

Too much evil lurks in this life Creating heartache and widespread strife

Prejudice and greed out of control The results of such, take their toll

The wars and crime a direct result Our land destroyed only to be rebuilt

We all need to change for the world to endure Love one another; that is the cure

Reach out a helping hand to others Strangers, friends, acquaintances, brothers

Put aside those petty differences and hate Find a common ground in which to relate

I dream of a world where peace is the norm People working together to weather the storm

Here is to the hope that one day it comes true A land of harmony for me and for you

- Written by Lisa Jo Ewert -
Copyright© 1998


I dreamed dreams that although in nature wonderful they were, upon waking I found them disturbing because they were of a bug.


"In the Lord, put your trust."
- Psalms 11:1 -


Thou silent Angel
fallen and bruised
upon the silken sheets
of yesterday

Tears of the Angel
Wings wet
upon her fears
of tomorrow


sometimes I question where life shall lead me, what my views are and when I will get it all figured out....somehow I think it will be way to late when I do.


I prayed a prayer of hope he would hear
to know that my thoughts were close and near
to the one who will always be so dear


Pleasure is the beginning and the end of living happily.
- Epicurus -


Correct me if I'm wrong, but hasn't the fine line between sanity and madness gotten finer?
- George Price -


I saw him sitting in a tree along side the road, watching from his perch, following me on my journey, hunting for his food, and providing me with insight. The hawk soared overhead. The most beautiful thing I could see. The spirit untamed, the destiny fulfilled. From tree to tree he soared. floating on the wind, carrying his burdens within. Looking down from high above, how small we must all be or seem. As the Hawk takes flight he disappears from my sight.


Impossible dreams
or unrealistic desires
Sometimes things do come true

Wants and wishes
or cravings of the heart
Sometimes things do come true



As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
- Publilius Syrus -