This Haiku: What Gift

I wish strangers knew
How they set my heart on fire
With just a warm word

This Haiku: I Believe

I remember now
Guiding me up and up, up.
A gentleman’s hand

Beautiful Boy
You Old Soul
You do make Him smile

Picture: Proud Dad
You Gold Soul
That’s the smile He smiles

I’m glad to be schooled
By a master of the truth
It does sting at first

Little Violin
The Frame, The Song You’ve chosen
is perfect indeed

Thank you that you ask
Me to be my very best
For I deserve that

Original Thought Credit: “How To Love,” Thich Nhat Hanh

Brothers felling brothers
As if to equalize
Sisters slaying sisters
With words and wand’ring eyes

The pie is plenty large enough
To overflow our cups
Shall we see beyond our fears
And lift each other up?

We’ve been nice this year
And, although we’ve no snow here
Would cookies compel?

When at full-throttle
thoughts race, then I’ll see your voice:
Be Still…Breathe…Love More

I’ll need worker hands
Muddied by long holding fast
Hands that look like yours