Not sure what that is,

I used to know

It was where I grew up

But as I grew old

I think it became more of where I wanted to be

And now that could be anywhere

The world is a big place ready to explore

So where is home?

In your heart I think

In your soul maybe

And where you find your tribe perhaps

That’s home I think

And I think

We all have a home

We just have to find it

And our heart will kno...

Where would I start?

Such a strong sense

Belonging means a lot

That’s why young men join gangs, to belong

Women join prayer groups, to belong

It adds to your identity,

Or does it take away?

I’m not sure

Do you merge with those around you?

Or do you somehow strengthen what’s within you

People in numbers

A tribe if you will

Are you sacrificing individuality

Or are you strengthening your personali...

Rediscovery is a beautiful thing,

Seeing something once does not mean you really saw,

You can see something a hundred times,

But if you look closer each time,

If you have a different perspective each time,

If you are at a different place in your life each time,

If you are in a different mood even,

I bet you will see something new or deeper or more profound,

We don’t always need new experiences,

W...

An anchor

A source of nourishment

A network of tentacles

Together yet independent

Sourcing out food and water and life

Intertwined yet working apart also

Roots are essential in the plant world

How much more in a family....

It looked out of place I thought for a moment,

And I wondered why was it there?

Then thought how it actually makes perfect sense,

Now that I see it so clear.

The ocean makes music, Sweet to the ear,

It sways and it dances with the wind and the sand,

It rolls and it twists to make sounds and rhythms,

And plays with the rocks and turtles and fishes.

If I could define the sound of the ocean to some...

What giant stands in my midst,

Grande in stature I feel so small.

Yet, I feel peace when I feel small,

How can that be?

It’s like it covers my insignificance with its power and then, I also feel power

Shouldn’t I feel nervous, unimportant, invisible?

No, somehow, the majesty and grandness of something so unmovable,

Gives a sense of security and peace, and rest for my soul.

The mountain, ancient, a...

You must look up to me,

Yet my feet are on the ground,

You must pet me,

Yet not all of me at once,

You must call me over,

I will come to you,

You must feed me,

I like it when you do.

I am gentle and quiet,

Not a sound I do make,

I can run like the wind

I can bend like a snake

I can make children smile with a twist and a turn

I can make adults laugh with my animal charm

I love open fields

I lo...

A series of unfortunate events that lead to a positive outcome,

sounds like,

“all things work together for the good of those who Love Him.”

Even the unfortunate events in life,

will come together for the good

if we allow the process to run its course

And unfold in life as it should

So here’s a little poem for you

to tuck away inside your heart

When a series of unfortunate events occur

Thi...

I never thought I could be washed white as snow.

Snow is pretty white after all, and I feel pretty grey.

This life has thrown its share of dust and mud in my face,

And yet here I stand, polished up without spot or wrinkle,

How can this be?

A bride you say, in this dustbowl of life,

The one lifted out of the miry clay

The one washed and cleansed from darkness, shame

from the muck and the more tha...

If I asked for a drink would you give it to me?

How about food would you share it?

A smile or a laugh is that something you give?

Has that as much value as a tangible gift?

How bout a hug for a weary soul

Or some rest for the worn and torn of this world.

Do you know what I need if I do not ask?

It might look like one thing, yet I wear a mask,

That thing, sometimes may be hidden from you

Right in p...