A friendly robot lives with me —
a constant presence I don’t see.
She lives within my telephone
and makes herself there quite at home.
She calls the people that I know.
She’s never fast and never slow.
She calls whoever I may name.
Her voice is always just the same.
She stays awake. She doesn’t sleep.
She doesn’t mind odd hours I keep.
As I grow old and cannot see,
this robot’s quite a help to me.
I wish for you a day of bliss,
as sweet as is a fairy’s kiss.
And may its sparkling hours pass by
as gentle as a butterfly.
Democracy is fragile –
like the gentle butterfly.
And we must pay attention
or democracy will die.
Our hearts are stunned
with shock and grief.
Devastation. No relief.
Searing pain at what was lost.
Unimagined human cost.
Unbelieving what we see.
Tragic toll of misery.
We weep.
This day comes to us as a gift.
No strings that I can find!
So, let’s accept this precious gift.
And, in return, be kind.
My garden rests in silence
‘neath the golden summer sun.
It offers up its beauty.
No demands on any one.
The dawning light of morning
pushes o’er the Cascade peak,
spilling light into the valleys
as the night plays hide and seek.
The liquid light of morning
spreads across the Eastern skies,
growing stronger ev’ry moment
as the night it’s chasing dies.
I pray for our country.
I pray for our soul.
I pray for our healing.
I pray we’ll be whole.
Man has ravaged Planet Earth.
Perhaps beyond redemption.
There are rules to foster life.
Mankind has no exemption.
Living the Aging Life 