Poem – On Our Daily Walk

On our daily walk,
we follow the same worn trails,

make the same turns,
and pass the same trees.

That pond is empty,
covered with algae.

That one is home to
busy and noisy muskrats.

So many times we have
have come this way

that I follow the dogs
as they know where to go

which trail to take
which hill to climb.

Yet this is a new day
filled with nature

and there are infinite mysteries
in each leaf and grain of sand.

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Poem – Wonder

Steeped in the still black waters
I see the white petals fall from
the empty sky and I wonder with
amazement, where do they come from?

On my knees I pray not to a named deity
but to the infinite canvas filled
with stars and planets and know there
must be a reason and wonder what is my purpose.

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