There is no love like soul love,

no rain like a soothing spring shower


after a long dry spell. No one knows

for certain when the rains will come


only hopeful that it will replenish

the garden and not wash it away


in flood waters, the savage brutality

of Nature. When you see the clouds


approach don’t run for shelter but

dance in the dust and embrace the joy


of every drop secure in the knowledge

that new life will burst forth from the


barren Earth and nothing will be the same

as it was before being touched


by the Divine.


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Writing poetry for 50 years has culminated in the publishing of my first book called "Roses on the Moon". Segments will appear from time to time on this site or go to for more.

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