Here is a poem I wrote just the other day. "MY WAY" The gift of life; the Great Sun has begun again it's inevitable disappearance unto the west, twilight to reappear, bringing darkness, as left behind, the beatitudes of peaceful Sabbath attitudes, as little birds seek shelter, almost as helter skelter, as the Earth turns upon it's axis and so spurned by the light; the Great Quest for rest throughout all eternity as Nature sees it best. The darkness brings it's longings for new dawnings all across the hemispheres with the mere chant of millions of heartbeats and their quiet endearing revelations across all nations. Yes, the Great Sabbath Sun has begun it's inevitable disappearance unto the west, leaving warm sensations within it's revelations, as felt by so many too, and so briefly, and I can so, as if not inconsequentially say, "I've lived it my way upon the Sabbath day of rest, it's sweet perfume in happiness permeating even into the wilderness as if a test; the time for rest before the dawning of a new belonging. All Rights Reserved: