VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
April 2

Little Mouse with Red Ribbon
How shall we tell an angel
From Another guest?
How, from the common
Worldly herd,
One of the blest?
- Gertrude Hall -


"We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal and then leap in the dark to our success."
- Henry David Thoreau -


There is a transcendent power in example. We reform others unconsciously when we walk uprightly.
- Anne Sophie Swetchine -


sometimes I wonder why I cannot forget what was shared, and why it still haunts my days. Was it because I learned what truth was or was it, is it something more, something deeper that only one knows the answer to. Why can I not let go of the wonderful memories , and the love that was shared between us.


Dinner was nice but yet uncomfortable, I tried to feel a connection but nothing was there, nothing and I couldn't wait until the evening was over to retreat into my own solitude and silence.


I wonder where the wind has blown they spirit today, I looked for the sun but did not find, hidden behind the cover of rain clouds, asleep for the day, and the evening, lost, missing, I find myself longing to see the sunshine once again.


In your thirst for knowledge, be sure not to drown in all the information.
- Anthony J. D'Angelo -


The dreams w shared have perished
the life I knew is gone
the blessing given, cherished
duties of the wife are done


At times I wonder why, what is my purpose on this earth, why was I placed here, What is my mission, who has sent me and for what end?

Then I ask why ask, when never an answer can be given, thus acceptance must be granted, and followed, for do we have any other choice?


As another page closes on life
reflections of thought come stealing back
in another time or another place
would the words have been the same
the journey more pleasure or pain?

Unasked questions go unanswered
lost in the realm of fantasy or reality
traveling in a never ending circles
the choices correct or wrong?

Closing this chapter
to begin anew, history repeats again and again
tripping over the ashes
crawling or walking away?

As the last flicker of flame falters
washed in the cold darkness
the wax is all spread
the warmth gone
no shape or form?

The tempest rages
fighting for control
wanting it all
and finding none.


Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
- Anais Nin -