Soul Fountain

Time We walk, we run We push... forward Everyday Every moment Focused on something, anything Busy-ness ...but this moment Here, now Was made for stillness Silence Awe You have the time You don't make it Receive it... This precious gift ...

WAITING FOR SPRING  (By Robert Trabold) I so wanted to go to the seashore today – was a a long winter. Wind at the shore was sharp but not bitter cold as in recent weeks. Sun was out friendly. Dunes ...

Cutty Sark A THOUSAND MEN BUILD AND DESTROY A THOUSAND MEN SWEAT AND TOIL A THOUSAND MEN NOW DRUNK AND HUNGRY WORKING FOR WEEK'S WAGE AND BOIL. GREAT SHIPS IRONED AND TRAINS RAILED TRACKS ROADS AND ACHIEVEMENTS WROUGHT AND BLAST ...

Growth Before Buildings Wood piles beneath the shallow permanent stone Firm feet upon the yielding bog Let water in – the wood’s grain will prevail through its lines Let water out – white softness will grow to draw things down ...

Wings of angels slice through darkness, and the sun rises again on a world torn. And lines in the sand vanish, and the tide of war grows red. But we are still here. They take us in their arms, their ...

BLACK RABBIT (By Joseph Cavera) I’m late! So late! For a very important date! I’ve got to go! Oh no, oh no! It’s not so simply the queen I fear! No, oh no! Oh dear, oh dear! Steps behind me ...

WINTERS CROSS (By Joseph Cavera) Clouds up above, letting man know He has no premise, untouched flow And we hope for promising years After shedding a thousand tears Yesterday’s sorrow constantly nears Though the moon shines blue By dawn, will ...

After the Horoscope So Mercury backtracks Till Equinox wakes him; So Mars huddles his cluster In Cancer’s shadow. The Moon’s in Virgo, Northern node prevails No more a saviour, I care As vile invective touches inner shells No more shall ...

OF VOLCANIC ORIGIN? Was Frankenstein conceived, As many have believed, Of melancholy from A summer without sun? When gathered at the shore Of Lake Geneva four Of future Gothic fame, Did lightning spark their flame? The summer skies were dark, ...

■ High Tea in Missouri   They're the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either.   Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often to admire my wife’s garden. The English roses remind him of ...