I’m on the trail of Angels
To see just where they go
One minute I can feel them
The next I just don’t know
They must be very busy
Sorting out my way
For I seem to be in limbo
When answers I must play
Right or wrong eludes me
When making up my mind
In the hope I make good judgments’
In all the quests I find
They never will chastise me
Instead they give me love
For whatever I decide
Is OK with those above
So I’m on the trail of Angels
Who knows just what I’ll find
Perhaps the things that’s missing
From this world of mine
And if by chance you see them
Maybe you can tell
That I’m right behind them
And long with them to dwell
Within the light of heaven
Where all the Angels sing
About the joy of living
And the gifts that life can bring
Nothings Mine
Perhaps I’m just a guardian,
of everything I see.
And really own but nothing,
for all in life is free.
From flowers in the garden,
to little birds that fly.
Each thing it has its moment,
within this world to lie
Though lifetimes maybe fleeting,
at last in truth I see
No matter what I think I own
There’s naught belongs to me.
Rodin
What is it that perplexes
The thinker as he sits
The clay that makes his being
In thoughtful furrows knits
But they are just reflections
From out the sculptors mind
The ones that blazed a pathway
That no one else could find
True he left some weary
Within his selfish wake
But others took a glory
His kiss the world would take
The portals in his vision
Too most would bring surprise
But to really see them properly
You’d need this sculptor’s eye
It took more than his lifetime
For all in life to see
An artist’s mind is different
To those like you and me
Thought to Ponder – It’s your outlook on life that counts. If you take yourself lightly and don’t take yourself too seriously, pretty soon you can find the humor in our everyday lives. And sometimes it can be a lifesaver. – Betty White
Music on You Tube – At The End Of A Rainbow – Earl Grant ( a beautiful song time has forgot..)
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