Blessing From the Past

I remember a time of love,
It happened many years ago,
Angels crossed the face of the moon
As the quince blossomed in the snow

The Fountain of Age

Beauty in the dawn
Beauty in the children's song
Beauty in the day
Beauty hidden in the way
Wisdom blossoms in old age

Beyond Thought

Theologies are systems
Of thoughts that are human made,
They are insignificant,
Unlike God, they will soon fade

Some Days

Clear
The Days
Afternoons
Of cloudless skies
Some days of our lives
Are also unhindered,
Days of easy wandering
Minus neurotic pondering
When the sun rises in the morning
Colors of the clouds slowly transforming

Homage to Emily

'The world is not conclusion'
That is what the poet said --
The cosmos like a stream flows,
Like a feather in the wind