Old Me

Why must we grow old
Why has fear taken hold
The dread of timeless loss
My searching eyes look
Just like the old me
The curly haired little boy
Dazed by the tiptoes of beauty
That took refuge in his innocence
And bestowed upon his fleeting being
A longing sense

It's Easy

It’s easy to sing and dance
It’s easy to hate and cheat
When your shoes are
your own feet

Craft of Living (and Scarf Making)

Human living's a craft
few will ever master,
yet many will survive—
but no one forever.

Human living's a craft
like knitting: Most can knit 
a wool scarf in the end,
and keep warm in winter.

But few will twist and knot
along with vibrant yarn, 
excite the silken fleece 
to dance in loops and weaves.

Life is a ball of yarn, 
of chance color and size.
I've dreamed of God knitting 
a rainbow scarf for sky.