DINNER

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DINNER
I think it may be time to cook,
and I don’t think I’ll use a book.
There is much flavor to be found,
I just have to look around.
In the fridge, veggies I’ll find.
In the garden, basil, thyme.
Red meat or chicken at the store,
rice or pasta … Wait! There’s more!
A sauce of cream, a little heat,
habanero, oh so sweet!
To top it off, a glass of wine
served with love! Oh so fine.
So much better than eating out:
such yumminess, what Life’s about!
mebw
© 4/17/16

all I can do

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ALL I CAN DO

All I can do
is love.
When times get stormy,
and life gets rocky,
and confusion reigns,
it is Love
that saves me.

When I feel lost
like my compass is broken,
like my rudder is missing,
like my sails have been ripped,
it is Love
that guides me home.

And in the end
when I am alone,
and my thoughts whirl,
and my memories create themselves,
it will be Love
that heals
my soul.

mebw
© 4/11/16

enough nothing

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ENOUGH NOTHING

Nothing
is ever enough
to fill the vacuum
of an empty soul.
When the eyes
no longer shine,
and the smile
is pasted, fake,
when the heart
no longer skips
and the soul
no longer flies …
there is never enough.

There is never enough light,
nor joy,
nor love,
nor freedom.

Such a void
cannot be filled
-maybe-
there is only enough
sadness.

mebw
© 4/10/16