Sunday, July 3, 2011

Heaven Never Runs Out Of Ink

Your words of solace scripted in my head
That your pen of life is running out of ink
As you prepare for your ultimate journey
Living us with the gift of your thoughts.

As I go back and read your verses again
A tale of your life's story comes shinning on
Like a beautiful day on morning's dawn
Your life unfolds like a glorious dew.

Your imagery of life has touched many of us
with your appreciation of earth's nature
Your heart full of love and emotions
You will never be forgotten as heaven's knows.

Heaven never runs out of ink
Endless paper to write your ruminations
Contemplations, reflections, meditations
As earth and heaven's favorite angel.

Saturday, July 2, 2011


"Some how in the nebulous path of life... we grope our way back home."