Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.

Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye.

Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.

May your hand be full for always if only with another hand. May your heart be empty only long enough to give you cause to fill it up again with love. May your soul be lost by you only to be found by God.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.