Passing Silence

The old year slips into its silver silence.
Within our hearts we whisper our good byes.
For it has held some treasure for us all.
Some tears, bright hope, gay laughter, or a sigh.
Life cannot produce its lovely flowers,
With only fair and cloudless skies above.
It must be intermixed with the sun and showers,
As sorrow often is alloyed with love.
So softly close the door of this past year
It cannot ever open once again,
And let a smile dispel your parting tear;
As the rainbow shine across depressing rainy skies
The heart will long remember these lost hours
Lift up your eyes to greet the coming morn,
Though precious are our memories,
like pressed flowers in the pages of a forgotten book.
This New Year has come with hope, faith and songs. . .

Feb 17/95

Our endeavouring spirit

Bomb our cities, murder our people,
steal our most cherished treasures,
but you will never destroy our spirit
of who we are.

March 22/16

Self-Doubt

Self-Doubt

In a world that places judgment on your every move, it would make sense to try to live without self-doubt. If you can't be confident in yourself, what can you be confident in?
Learn to trust yourself, love yourself, be yourself, forgive yourself. Lightening the load and start living again.
That's what you can do.