9-9-21

Observing this morning, I see the smallest birds, find the tallest branches.

The first sun, The warmest spot.

The universe is gentle with us.

We have our place, we have our ways.

While my mind worries about the confusion-

My soul is at peace with the stillness.

Finding balance in our life,

We find acceptance in this moment.

Our life is our contribution.

9-11-21

The stars over Chicago

They shine both day and night.

The darkness that we dread so much

Is what reveals their light.

So let me love this living world

Not judging right or wrong.

And before I try to run away

I’m right where I belong.

9-12-21

This old tree, I come here every week.

She has taught me so much.

This morning just just being in her presence makes me cry.

God I love it here, this time this place, make it stay,

Make it stay.

The heavens will not allow it, The wind will not allow it,

Our bodies will not allow it.

I notice some leaves already turning.

It seems too early, is it sickness, old age?

In this old tree

I see the living and the dying I am, we are.

It is the dying that makes life so precious.

Sitting in front of this tree, I believe in all the

Religions and all the science.