“Angel” #Music

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Tomorrow we celebrate Thanksgiving in the United States. Wherever you live, this can be a time to reflect on and express gratitude and thankfulness. Gratitude is the inner feeling that you have received kindness. Thankfulness is the expression of that feeling. Both are positive and, though seemingly small, add so much to our lives. After all, if we don’t acknowledge the good things we already have, how can we receive more? The feeling of gratitude opens us to more positive feelings, including kindness and compassion toward ourselves and others.

“Angel” is a piece I wrote in 2003, on keyboard and harmonica. I hope you enjoy hearing it on lyre, Oriole soprano recorder, Oriole Dolce Duo (a double flute), and viola. Putting this together was a labor of love!

I wish each one of you a blessed, happy, hopeful, peaceful, and safe Thanksgiving, and many moments of gratitude and thankfulness now and every day!

Possibilities #Poem

Within Infinity
possibilities and potentials are endless!
That’s why it’s called Infinity!

Within Eternity
their stretch is limitless!
That’s why it’s called Eternity!

Yet on earth
possibilities and potentials
become limited.

So we ask
for the Infinite, Eternal wisdom
to live our own possibilities!

A Quadrille for De’s “possible” prompt at

Coping #Limerick #Poem

So you’re wanting to know how I cope
When I’m reaching the end of my rope?
Well I really don’t know,
‘Cause I go with the flow,
Holding onto my love, faith and hope!

And you’re wanting to know how I make it
When the mind says I simply can’t take it?
I just keep my mouth closed,
Breathing deep through my nose
Without saying a word, and I fake it!

No, I don’t have a piece of advice
So that everything works out all nice.
Through my problems I pray
For the will and the way
That won’t ask for my soul as its price!

So you’re wanting to know how I cope
When I’m reaching the end of my rope?
Well I really don’t know,
‘Cause I go with the flow,
Holding onto my love, faith and hope!

An extended Limerick written for
Michael’s Coping Prompt at MLMM.

Inner Voice #Decima #Poem

If one is all and all are one,
Then why such trouble on this earth?
And why, beginning at our birth,
Do struggles keep us from the sun?

When night arrives and day is done,
We make our choice: To light the spark
Or wander stumbling through the dark…
We may not see, but we can hear
The inner voice of faith or fear.
And which we follow leaves a mark!

A Decima for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 31: (ONE) in the A rhyme line.

Holy, Holy, Holy #Music

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Anglican bishop Reginald Heber wrote the lyrics to “Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty!” but the hymn was not published until after his death. The melody is called “Nicaea” and was composed by John Bacchus Dykes. This hymn endures into the 21st century in many Christian denominations. I remember singing it as a child, in celebration of the Trinity.

I hope you enjoy this arrangement on alto recorder and lyre!

An Inspired Foundation #SixSentenceStories

If you’re a writer–and if you’re reading this, I’d say most of you are–then you know that just about anything can be an inspiration!

It could be nature, someone you know, a comment, a pet peeve, a conversation, a dream, an idea, an ending you didn’t like, or something you find fascinating, just to name a few.

If you’re a poet, a rhythm might inspire you, or maybe a rhyme scheme, a funny sound, a moral of some sort, or a prompt generously provided by someone else.

You never know when inspiration will strike, and you had better be ready when it does!

Of course, there’s the dreaded writer’s block, but that’s rarely been a problem for me.

I’m no different from you, but I remember my foundation and why I write at all: To seek the Light in life and to pass on what I’ve found!

Written for Denise’s prompt at
#SixSentenceStories: Foundation.

Seek First #Decima #Poem

The earth is teeming with delights!
We have a few, but want them all.
They beckon with a siren call
And offer solace in the night.

But o the folly, o the fright!
Awakening upon the worst,
We find our hoped-for blessings cursed;
Our choices hasty and unwise…
But we can choose the Spirit’s eyes
And focus on the Heavens first!

Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 29 (FRIGHT) This week, it’s the A rhyme line.

On Course #Poem

My magnum opus isn’t done!
It’s really only just begun!

It brings fulfillment, joy and bliss,
Hiding exactly what it is…

Attracting with magnetic force,
While Spirit guides my journey’s course.

Oh soul, awake my mind to know,
Why music keeps me striving so!

A Quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title) for De’s “magnet” prompt at

Trentham/Breathe on Me, Breath of God #Music

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“Trentham” was composed by the British organist, Robert Jackson, in 1878. It is one of several musical settings for the hymn, “Breathe on Me, Breath of God.”

The lyrics were written by Edwin Hatch, also in 1878. They are based on John 20:21-22, which read, “Then said Jesus to them again, Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you. And when he had said this, he breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost.” [King James Version (KJV)]

This is a hymn for Pentocost, but this being the coming of the Holy Spirit, it is a beautiful hymn at any time of year.

I hope you enjoy this arrangement played on alto (UK treble) recorder and zither!

Two April Mornings #Poem

One April morning, breakfast done,
I got an envelope.
O it was big, with rais-ed seal.
Yes! It was what I’d hoped!

My work and study done at last,
At least for there and then.
The Masters I’d committed to
Was in my trembling hand!

I felt just like a waterfall,
My heartbeat loud and hard.
With glad relief I took a breath,
For that ordeal was large!

Another April morn did come,
When some three years had passed.
A rainy car ride ended in
A devastating crash!

No one was badly hurt, but still
I trembled with the shock.
It could have flipped and killed us all;
A big tree made it stop.

With grass stains on my shaking hands,
The medics helped me out.
Skyscraper high, my blood pressure
Was up without a doubt.

We made it safely, four of us,
To hospital and home.
But let’s just say that in a car
I lost my wish to roam!

When I see April mornings now,
Each different as these two,
I try to stop, remembering
The saving Spirit’s truth.

When it’s my time, then I will go,
But then and not before!
So let me, in my life and time,
Sing praises evermore!

I got so carried away writing this poem in the style of William Wordsworth’s “The Two April Mornings” that I forgot to include Linda’s
Paint Chip words,
which were the reason for the poem in the first place! So, I went back and added stanzas containing four of them. I guess there really is a first time for everything!