On our walk along the beach this morning

among the roar of the waves and those sweet saltwater smells

we hunted as we are want to do…for interesting shells.


We never know what we might find as the seashore is filled with surprises.

We usually end up with a myriad of shells in many shapes and sizes.


Today’s walk was a little different as we shared the same impulse…

though unspoken

for unbeknownst to either of us…some of our chosen shells…were broken.


While we were mesmerized by the magnificence and the beauty of our shells

We were taken with the natural beauty of the broken shells as well.


And it made me wonder if that’s not true of us…though it too often goes unspoken

for when you stop to think about it…aren’t we all…a little broken?


None of us are perfect…(wouldn’t that make life a little dull?)

and the fact that we’re all broken…is what makes us beautiful.


We are all distinctive…some of us are idiosyncratic, some colorful and some bizarre… 

but it’s these subtle little differences that make us who we are.


As we look around our country today…

many signs abound and many cruel words have been spoken

that show how we are living in a land whose people have been broken.


We are a country left in pieces….a myriad of broken shells

and it is more important than it ever was…to find our beauty, now, as well.


I pray we find a way to combine our beauties…to make peace in compromises

and learn to live together with our myriad of broken shapes and colors and sizes…


May we uncover beauty in all our broken pieces…

like those we found today along the shore

And find a way to blend them all together…

into something more beautiful than before.




When my world sometimes seems tragic and I’m finding it difficult to cope

the full moon is there to remind me…there is always hope.


Usually I walk in darkness before the light of day

but once a month the clouds will part and a full moon lights my way.


And the road that, only yesterday, was blanketed in the black of night

by some miracle, today, is bathed in reflected light.


And I can feel my hope return…knowing nature has found a way

to, once again, remove the darkness by blending night and day.


The birds who think the day’s begun…begin to sing in voices clear and bright

harmonizing with the owls who still believe it’s night.


And the animals, usually hidden in the shadows or who sleep during the day

also feel the hope as they come out to play.


The rabbits hop a little higher…it’s fun to watch them play

reminding me of children underneath the tree on Christmas Day.


As the moonlight into every crevice of the morning seeps

many a flower is fooled into awakening and today will lose a little sleep.


And if you listen closely…to do this you must stop along the way

there is a moment when the crickets stop their chirping…

and the trees begin to pray.


So…whatever happens today…tomorrow…

when I have moments I find it difficult to cope…

How blessed am I to have the full moon

To remind me…

there is always hope.

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When the news is hard to handle and it’s difficult to cope

We like to take a long walk…and rediscover hope.


Today’s walk was along the shoreline and in the salty morning air

just as we had hoped…hope was waiting there.


As we walked along the beach early before arrival of the crowds

we found hope that cloudy morning in the sun peeking through the clouds.


We found hope in the faithfulness of the waves and the rolling of the seas

In the confidence of the gulls as they floated on the breeze.


We found hope in a couple holding hands..the woman pregnant…hope within her womb

In baby birds learning how to catch fish and in buds on flowers about to bloom.


Then up ahead we saw something we hadn’t seen on this beach before

A baby girl and a puppy…playing together along the shore.


The puppy was darting back and forth her tail wagging to and fro

The baby girl laughed and clapped her hands…and begged her mom to let her go.


We watched them as they played…as they danced together for a while

The longer we stayed, the more we watched…the broader was our smile.


Yes, after our walk together this morning we found it easier to cope…

for strewn along our path we found so many instances of hope. 


And we were reminded when we open up our hearts

as we stop to survey our domain….

all the troubles of the world seem to fade away…

and only beauty and hope remain.

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There is a reason I love to walk as the ebony night turns to grey

a reason I love to witness the birth of another day.


I have always had this feeling as each new day’s begun

an overwhelming feeling of hope that, in me, rises with the sun.


Hope…that joy and happiness will somehow find a way

to wipe out the hate and bigotry…and our tears from yesterday.


Hope that we will be accepting…hope that love will conquer hate.

Hope that wars and bloodshed will end and peace we will create.


What helps refresh this hope that each new morning brings…

Is the moment when I’m out walking and the birds begin to sing.


For just as I believe with each sunrise my hope has a rebirth

I believe the voices of the birds trumpet a hope that’s in the Earth.


My hope is linked into the Earth’s…for as long as to hope she’s clinging

Her trees will grow, her flowers will bloom and her birds will continue singing.


Which is the reason I love to walk in the morning…silent…without words…

waiting for Earth’s first sign of hope…with the singing of the birds.

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When the world is fraught with fear and danger…and I find it hard to cope…

I allow that same world to remind me…there is always hope.


I see hope as each new sunrise brightens up the morn

I see hope on parents’ faces when a baby has been born. 


I see hope in every gardener’s eyes…as they sow their field of seeds

I see hope in every flower blooming…every tree and every weed.


I hear hope every time someone pops a cork in a bottle of champagne

and every time I overhear birds singing in the rain.


I see hope in every rainbow, in every birthday candle's light

I see hope in every flower that is blooming in the night. 


I find hope riding on the wind or drifting on the breeze

I see it in a baby’s smile or in the dancing of the bees.


I see it crawling in the caterpillar who hopes to be a butterfly

I see it in our faces every time we say goodbye.


I see hope in baby animals…in boats heading out to sea

I see hope in art and music and, yes, in poetry.


I see hope at every wedding…every nervous groom and blushing bride

and with every act of love and kindness…my hope is fortified. 


So when I look out on a world where fear and danger seem to surround me

I will never surrender 


So when I look out on a world where danger and fear seems, sometimes, to surround me

I will never surrender to them…not with so much hope around me

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The town sat in decay,

The small buildings once proud.

Rotted, time faded away.

The sign in front, "No Hope Aloud!"

The sky turned dark blue,

as the white moon trudged on.

The smog turned sky, a gahstly hue.

Hung in the air over Cemetary Lawn.

Outside the town sat a small clump of trees.

Sad looking were theese, to tired to sway,

From the slow broken breeze.

As they shivered away.

Up high in their branches, sat a nest.

Home to the heart of the town.

He who sat there had strayed from the rest.

Who's spirit was high and never came down.

The only sound, the implore of the tired old lore.

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"...


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This piece is my homage to Edgar Allen Poe featuring his Raven.

This poem is about giving up hope on something you love.

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They were on the edge of hopelessness…their dream…not going as they planned

until they happened on a little purple flower growing in the sand…


And they began to hope again…believing their dream…within their reach


when they saw a little purple flower growing on the beach.

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The pier was crowded with people…the water shimmered like glass

When a family of dolphins caught everyone’s eyes as they came swimming by en masse.


We watched one dolphin jump…I’ve never seen one jump so high…

when a little boy sitting next to us said, “Look, Mommy…did you see that dolphin fly?”


“Did you see him, Mommy? Did you see him jump? Dod ups see him touch the sky?”

“I knew dolphins could swim.” He yelled….”But I never dreamed that they could fly!”


His mom smiled at his innocence…and a tear fell from her eye.

“How lucky we were to be here, she said…when that dolphin chose to fly.”


“You see it doesn’t happen often…we’re not sure the reason why… 

but not many people ever get the chance…to see a dolphin fly.”


“I wonder if it’s a sign,” his mom said…”perhaps the dolphin is telling you

not to give up hope…that your dream may still come true.”


That some day people will see you jump…they will see you touch the sky…

and another boy will yell out, “Mommy, did you see that little boy fly?”


The boy nodded his head an smiled…a smile that filled the air…


As they turned to walk away together…as Mom pushed his wheel chair.

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Sometimes I wonder if our world is doomed to dwell in the slumber of ignorance…

and oftentimes I mourn

because it is in our ignorance of other people 

where prejudice is born.


Sometimes I wonder if our world is doomed to dwell in the slumber of ignorance…

and oftentimes I’m distraught

because it is in some families, some churches, even in our own own government

where prejudice is taught.


Sometimes I wonder if our world is doomed to dwell in the slumber of ignorance…

and oftentimes I’m dejected

because all too often in our world today

prejudice is accepted.


Prejudice is a child of ignorance…if we can reason we know it’s wrong

and it’s only when our reasoning is weak that our prejudices are strong…


So I hope for a world where the words gender, race, ethnicity, immigrants, refugees, sexual orientation, class, age….and disability

will some day be replaced 

with one word…equality…


And I hope one day for a world where love is constantly expanding

where we dwell in the slumber of compassion, in acceptance and understanding.


Sometimes I wonder if this dream will ever come true…

but oftentimes it helps me cope…

for I refuse to slumber in a world of ignorance


when I can slumber in a world of hope…

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