Yours Was The Early Face

.  Yours Was the early face . Of smiles And kindness . Though nine years Was too brief . A human Acquaintance . And in memory now You shine like a saint . Supportive Creative . Eyes shining With living fire. . Dedicated to my grandfather, James Pepper, 1903-1980.

Pouring Light Endlessly

. Flee Forgetfulness . Remember In mind . There is not A dark vast emptiness . But the love Of God . Pouring light Endlessly . Throughout space And time. .

Alive and Right in Your Heart

. Keep The memory . Of God Alive and right . In your heart Each moment . Of the day And of the night. .

It Is Not Chance

. Commemorate The sacred places . Of beauty, memory, and significance - . How else is meaning found In odd corners of earth . But the human stories Enacted on that ground? . It is not chance That will elaborate . Each single human mystery But acts of intention . Told, remembered, Shared as history. …

Inspiring Poems: …the wren that sang so sweetly

William Wordsworth's great poem The Prelude is a kind of autobiography in poetry. In the early books he recalls childhood memories, and this detail, of listening to a single bird singing in an old church, I find particularly striking and beautiful... ...that single wrenWhich one day sang so sweetly in the naveOf the old church, …

Like a Flowering Rose

  Where is the future If not in the past?   Where the present Is not lost   In the choices You did not take?   And the memories Echo   In the garden Of the mind   Like a flowering Rose.