Poised For Flight, Wings Spread Bright, Spring

Counting Stars By Candlelight All Are Dim But One Is Bright; The Spiral Light Of Venus Rising First And Shining Best, From The Northwest Corner Of A Brand-new Crescent Moon Crickets And Cicadas Sing A Rare And Different Tune.

Sometimes We Live No Particular Way But Our Own

Perhaps People Don't Come Into Their True Maturity Until A Parent Dies.

What Do You Want Me To Do, To Watch For You, To See You Through? A Box Of Rain Will Ease The Pain, And Love, Will See You Through.

In Wickedness Of Pride Is Lost The Light To Understand How Little Grace Is Earned And How Much Given.