My mirror tells the brutal truth,
a woeful tale of vanished youth
Where one eye squints and one eye shines
and broken dreams are long dark lines.
Emotionless and coldly callous
Honesty without spite or malice
Shamelessly silent yet telling all
Reflecting the writing on the wall.
An image appearing all too clear
Becomes too telling, too austere
Once colorful hues seen on display
Have now faded into a dismal gray
To know and see what is real and true
But then to sadly regret the view.
Telling myself it doesn't matter
Yet knowing, one is bound to shatter.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
I know the pain that love can bring
How hurtful words can bite and sting
When lies are told, love will take wings
That real love doesn't come with strings
Love, liken to a pendulum swing
Taking it all not giving a thing
Once I listened to my heart sing
When I thought love was everything.
What happens is, that we don't see
Sometimes love's not meant to be
Perhaps there should be a decree,
The lock for love has lost it's key
I found that love was not for me
It brings with it too much debris
Though some will say that love is free
I'd have to say, I disagree.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
OFFERINGS
As we enjoy the gifts of this abundant season
Let us search within ourselves for the reason
To give, to reach out, being generous of heart and mind
To be thankful graciously, appreciative of all we find
Because with gratitude for all new things to share
Comes happiness in a growing heart to love and care
By embracing what we find in all the changing weather
With generosity, peace lifts us as light as a feather
As the festive winter comes upon us, with its glory in sight
Let us celebrate together, each special morning and night
May we gather all offerings, those held dear,
To share with those we love, whether far or near
Heidi Sands and Sandra Weiss
11/4/18
* A special thanks to Sandra for joining me, writing this fun collaboration.