These are three short poems, were written over time.Each has a different theme.But all express existential thoughts.
SHARING A NEW BIRTH
Life begets life.
A Miracle takes shape
Bathe in its aura and
let the joy wash over you.
You are the recipient
Of the Creator's great glory.
flavored with amazing grace.
A poem written to my niece
of the birth of her son.
I'm thankful not to be in Canada
Where sad memories live
it asked me for and demanded more
of what I could not give
if you ask what was it worth
for me to have taken the lower berth
I will not hesitate nor eplicate
the answer would be yes.
The lower berth is America.
I love this country and it gave
me the opportunities I needed.
Wrong-right, being equal sides of the same coin
when tossed ends up blown by a blast of wind
and falls out of sight.
So who won the toss? Did it matter?
Knowing and not knowing,
questions and non questions,
to the flipped coin each has a truth all its own.
Could it be that the many sides of destiny are
found in other dimensions?