“{In the shadows where the ancestors sleep, the bird's song is young, but all else is old. Stillness surrounds me and I breathe softly expecting the unexpected.} from book in progress”

“Her voice is as soft as a bubbling brook and there is an undeniable holiness surrounding her.”

“Once opening the door was a promise of happiness, now my surroundings seem to have appointed me the keeper of sadness.”

“We Southerners are a strong lot. Like our ancestors before us, we will survive. I will never lose faith. I am standing on the promise that tomorrow will be a better day.”

“The seamstressWith fingers weary and worn,And eyelids heavy and red, Long after the house sleeps, Still in her chair she sits.Her needle flickering, in-out,Daylight nears and the fire burns low,Alone with her shirt, still she sews.She, held prisoner by her thread,Her heads nods, but sleep forbids,Just one more seam or button two.Listen brothers, sons and husbands all, Call it not just cotton, linen or only wool, Count each stitch and say a prayer, For heart and soul that put them there.”

“The opera was stylish and the movie a thriller,But, I had to buy a new dress and the popcorn was stale,After the show, all I had left was my empty pocket.For me, I have decided simple pleasures will do,A walk in the park, a cup of coffee and a good book too, My friends, you may find these to be a sound investment too.”

“Just yesterday I stood at the window and watched him run across the field like a young deer. He is thin and agile. I think he will be forever young. He cannot be enticed by money or worldly goods; he desires nothing.”