Written on the Second Day at Gould Farm

I write this song to bring me home
Where the days pass
Like so many robins in the sky,
And the moon hangs low
Over the road,
And the trees sway in the musical breeze,
And my bed waits, longingly,
To caress my back.
Strange to think that this place too is my home,
And that the clouds, they will bless the sky
Above me here,
And the grounds with rain.

Running Through the Rain

We ran down the road through the falling rain.
Your blouse was translucent--
You didn't mind the fame.
The thunder burst,
Someone honked.
We just laughed aloud.
Our feet protested but our hearts were merry
As we splashed through the puddles
On the way.
Hand in hand,
Soaked through and through,
Our hearts were full and gay.
We knew that soon we'd be warm and dry
Inside our favorite shoppe,
Drinking coffee from warm mugs
And talking across a table top.

God's Dream

Penning away Man’s idle hours,
The omnipotent God fell asleep and dreamt
Of years beyond His knowledge
In a world He had not created yet.
A flame was rising from a snow-capped peak.
Adam stood with a flaming sword.
To God he began to speak:
“Yield the Earth for another world.
Create justice there anew.
Let the Heavens rain its glory
On the chosen few—
Those whose love remains unspoken,
Unknown to all alive.
Break the barrier between you and I.
Give the new world over in faith
Completely, without pride.”
With that, Adam swung his sword
Across the darkened sky.
It began to burn
And God awoke, frightened,
But happy to be alive.

Discussing the Soul

For Eddie

We found ourselves discussing the soul
And each felt very wise.
But the soul, outside, was laughing at us,
For there it was
In front of our eyes
Defining itself
And we would not listen.
We were too enraptured by the idea
Of a soul,
To know that being alive
In joy
Is the only way to know it.