When the night whispers your name
The silence between heartbeats
Dreams woven with stardust
Under the light of the milky moon
Every sunrise holds a promise
When the wind carries secrets
Lost in the echoes of time
Shadows dance under the moonlight
When the ocean meets the sky
In the quiet of the morning dew
The warmth of forgotten memories
In the arms of a gentle storm
When raindrops tell their stories
Lightning whispers across the sky
Embraced by the first snowfall
Under a sky painted with dreams
The melody of a distant past
When love blooms in silence
Through the lens of a fading photograph
Where do we end?
With a new beginning.
Every day is
a new beginning- - - - -
A new lease on
your incredible life
So savor each one
Live life to the fullest
Enjoy the wonderful
moments, embrace them
Always look at
the bright side
Utilize your full potential
Make the most of it
We are only
here for an
extremely short time
Life goes by
so fast- - - - -
you're an old
person before you can
blink your eyes
Live and Enjoy
Is Gold, Nature's favourite hue -
For new beginnings, and transitions too?
The gold of the sun - upon each new morn
And gold again - when the day is gone.
The flash of gold - before the green
In each new leaf-bud - barely seen.
Green turns gold - under autumn skies
Heralding leaf-fall before our eyes.
Little wonder then, that we turn to gold
To symbolize new beginnings - since days of old!
Fly bold into the night, my friend,
and let your spirit soar.
For on your dreams you must depend;
renounce who came before.
A new dawn lies in wait for you,
there at your beck and call.
Your rainbow's end will shine what's true;
the gem who's meant to fall.
So let loose the sorrow felt
from ties that bind your mind,
and know that destiny has dealt
with hopes you left behind.
The morning sun will blaze its light
to pierce the flow of tears.
The arc of color lies in sight;
your pot of gold appears.
When violets bloom deep in the bush,
Just atop their little push;
When fungus balls puff out spores green,
Where they go is never seen;
When rock exposed to sun and air,
Some to keep and some to share;
When lichen catches glimpse of sun,
The living bell has just been rung;
When baby does her first breath take,
Other senses soon will wake.
When owl’s egg slow nervous hatch,
A glimpse of life ahead may catch;
In filtered air sun moonlight be,
But not to mortal ones as me.
the earth has been tilled
planted by the farmer's hand
now we wait to reap
Sweet beginnings
holding hands and soft kisses
passionate nights explored
The world burns,
The hungry yearns,
For a morsel of change,
In this new land strange.
Where the sky bleeds red,
And life lies solemnly in death's bed.
Where men watch but do not see,
And freedom is scarce while agony free.
Kids do not play hide and seek,
Racing for numbers to reach the peak.
This land works in mysterious ways,
The dead is immortal while the living strays.
Color has been stripped off almost entirely,
Save for a lone weed from an era lived priorly.
Against all odds it emerges from the earth,
Reaching towards the sky amongst the dearth.
It dances to the winds unaware,
Luring in an entrancing snare.
"Who are you?", someone wails,
"Hope!", it echoes through the vales.
You never know
Where it’ll come from or go
But you can always bet it will.
Fight it or welcome it,
The choice is yours.
Change, could care less.
(2/19/26)
(Sunrise at City of Rocks, Idaho, Spring of 2017)
As the New Year’s
Fire Horse rides on in
Blazing its karma burning trail,
Ring out the old
Ring in the new
A cosmic wind whispers
In both ears.
Time for changes
Not so much to make way
For something new
As simply to remove
What is old and stale,
And instead of that being me
I’d rather it be what I was.
I know what I have been
With a life focused on what I want,
But now what I need
Is simply something different,
And the symbol for that
Is the Fire Horse, wild and free
Burning up all that was only me.
(2/18/26)
Rain is falling as I look out the window—
It’s December and I’m left to wonder
where time itself has gone.
Through the years I’ve driven highways
ribbons of pavement, never knowing
where they would reach their end.
I became friends with construction workers
as they tore up and rebuilt roads.
Throughout the day I held onto my sign
to stop lines of cars then let them go.
On Fridays I took the call from the office
to learn where I’d go for the next assignment.
I spent years driving with the passing sun
as my life unfolded through miles.
But now I’m staying in town.
People in diners here talk about the weather
to get to know each other and pass time.
People in bars here talk about their teams
and can discuss their favorite plays for hours.
I take in passing conversations and nod my head.
It’s December and I’m left to wonder
what brought me to this time and place.
The roads that carried me across states
brought me here to a quiet street
that ends at a wooded ravine.
My ears ring as I sit in my time and place.
A spread of trees in winter laid bare
waits for the arrival of spring.
Rain is falling as I look out the window.
Holidays bring cheer at each year's end ~ that starts afresh on New Year's Eve!
Alpha tells Omega
You must be Born Again
Past
John 1:1-2
In the beginning was the Word,
and the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning
with God.
Present
Isaiah 65:17
For behold, I create new heavenS
and a new earth: and the former
shall not be remembered,
nor come into mind.
Future
2 Peter 3:13
Nevertheless we, according
to his promise,
look for new heavenS
and a new earth,
wherein dwelleth
righteousness.
Mystery is the the Angel of the Lord
Revelation 22:16
I Jesus have sent my angel to
testify unto you these things in churches.
I am the root of David,
and the bright and morning star.
Only thing I can say is what the spirit
told me to say "Those of you have an ear to listen,
hear these words."
New Beginnings
New Beginnings
Making a new life.
Starting a new chapter.
Living a new life.
New Beginnings
Meeting new friends.
Starting a new life.
Living a new way.
New Beginnings
Seeing a new attitude.
Being a different person.
Wipe the slate clean ~ dare start anew
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