And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

Let mine not be that saddest fate of all To live beyond my greater self; to see My faculties decaying, as the tree Stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall... "She lives, but all her usefulness is past."

A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year.

You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod, And no one can save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.

The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.

Talk faith. The world is better off without, Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.