Consider your life and
Everything you have done
On exhibit in your personal
Museum
What will you see?
Will you be proud of what is
On exhibit or a little embarrassed?
We all slip up. It is your life and it
Is unique. You have touched people
In ways you did not realize and
Others touched you in wonderful
Ways. That is what it is all about.
As soon as we are hatched out
Of our eggs and leave the nest
We get our wings and learn
How to fly
First we take short trips that
Scare us and tire us
But our curiosity and desire
To see what is out there
Urges us to soar to the heights
And look down at the world
We live in
One morning a little boy
Was playing in his front
Yard and decided to wander
Around through his mother’s
Rose bushes
A little person with wings
Flew in front of him and
Was joined by a few other
Of the tiny fairies
They did not seem to be
Afraid of him and he was not
Afraid of them watching them
Gracefully fly among the roses
I am going to live my life
From year to year
Facing what happens without
Hesitation, not being in a hurry
Or running away
Or being sorry for the things
That disappeared
Flying over the forest the
Drone looks down on the
Green canopy stretching
For miles around
Then it dips down and finds
A stream and flies along the
Stream bed under the canopy
Of the trees exploring the
Unknown
God has given us
One main task in
Life —
And that is to
Develop and grow
In the right direction
To find out who we really
Are
An old man wearing a tattered
Coat limps down the sidewalk
On a cold winter day carrying
His camera with him wrapped
Up in a newspaper
Taking pictures was his livelihood
Now it is all he can do to get back
To the warmth of his one room
Apartment
Snowflakes falling from
The sky silently, gently
Everywhere you look
God puts a blanket on
Earth to celebrate the
Beauty of winter
As you start on the way,
The way appears
When you cease to be,
Being comes
Think how you came into
This world
Can you explain how
That happened?
On the path, you
Will find out
Hold on to your dreams
Do not let them get away
Or they will be like a bird
With a broken wing who
Steered you away from
Your goals
Wordman of Alcatraz 