Contemplate the end, my friend Doctors tell you one thing And next day, it’s something else There’s no one here to trust It’s time to sing, dear one To serenade the Death Angel Not to stop what must be But in acceptance of inevitability Don’t recoil from your vulnerability All this lives must die Smiling…
What story does the rain have to tell In water pattering from the sky Till the gasping ground thirstily gulps Its relief after endless drought What message is there In the singing of raindrops As they drum on the roof Pour from the downpipe Pelt against the windows In an orchestra of percussion What does…
What do crickets sing about stories of moon and earth and growing things Music of birth and death The dance of life and all the joy it brings Crickets rise at dusk Their road is under stars and through the cooling breeze Cricket song lulls us to blissful sleep Their day is night We dream…
The bell tolls The final candle flares to life on the Advent wreath It’s time The bell tolls People leave their homes and head toward the house of God Their hearts are full of joy The bell tolls The doors open wide for all the people Music sounds and voices lift in song The bell…
Owl flies silently through the night Robin sings in the early dawn Eagle soars in the midday sun Nightingale closes the twilight chorus Skies are filled with the songs of flight Floating on wings which dance through the night Beaks trill arias into the light Feathered creatures help us to see We too can spread…
The trees parade across the hill And down into the valley, til They meet the river, there they slow And bow their greeting to the flow The river serenades the sky And dancing dragonflies go by The peaceful hum of sleepy bees While bright-winged birds sing in the trees In the fields the flowers dream…
Whirling through the universe hurtling in eternal orbit around a shining star We chant a paean a victory song to our survival through aeons of change and change again Continents rise and fall civilizations are just a blink But we, the wanderers, go on We sing through the long ages As we watch the tiny…
Bitonal bird sits on a fence preens sleek black and white feathers Magpie chorus heralds the close of the day sun going down and the changing of the guard Day shift of birds and all the sunlight creatures return to their nests while the night dwellers emerge Possums get restive run across the roof tops…
Eclectic Assemblage 