Category: Poetry

I’ll confide to you,
Whisper my fears.
You’ll get me through,
Dry my tears
Before we bid adieu.
Explain the lies,
The pillage and rape.
The children’s cries
We’d like to forsake.

It’s hard to sing anymore,
We’ve sung it all before.
Right from wrongs,
A very old song.
You can’t control them.
Less is less and more is more.
Can only hope to contain them.

Circumstance is the devil,
Can tear us apart.
Think about it, talk about it,
Drinking doesn’t do any good.
Neither does dying.
What does it all mean?
Love is at the heart of everything.
Oh well, what the hell, let it be, let it be.

Life struggles with precision.
Is a word or two with no reason
Too much to ask, too great a task?
Before we close the curtain,
Just as a lark,
Try a word not so uncertain.
Clueless, ruthless, or dark.
Love is more than show and spend.
Love is the door to the heart,
More than something to lend.

Circumstance is the devil,
Can tear us apart.
Think about it, talk about it.
Drinking doesn’t do any good.
Neither does dying.
What does it all mean?
Love is at the heart of everything.
Oh well, what the hell, let it be.

Don’t want to know no one cares
That you’re a forgotten
Johnny one-note
Playing East Lynne on a showboat
Up and down the Mississippi,
A melodrama
Like the one I’m living.
Our eyes can see
The possibility,
Wondrous properties may yet be.
We will feel the child’s light
In the darkest night.
Pears will ripen,
The sun will shine.
Bells will ring
And all will sing!
Remembering one thing,
Love is the heart of everything.
Love is the heart of everything.

Circumstance is the devil,
Can tear us apart.
Think about it, talk about it.
Drinking doesn’t do any good.
Neither does dying.
What does it all mean?
Love is at the heart of everything.
You’re tired of me,
Hearing me moan.
I wanna be lazy,
Drink my tea.
Leave it all alone.
What do you say?
Just worry about today.
Oh well, what the hell, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Just remember . . . love is the heart of everything.
Love is the heart of everything.

Without love there is no life.
Like an actor without a role.
A good play, like love, thrills and moves with
the intense clarity, lightness, and inspiring awe
of a mountaintop experience.
It is a pilgrimage, fielded with greens,
ripe berries, and clear water, out of
the avenue of self to a place of unity,
where ego is sacrificed for relationship,
where the funniest, even the strangest things
seem to be happening, a place even where
there are no words,
only a depth of solitude.
that moment for actor and audience
is forever theirs.
Feeling safe and secure in this
enchanted secret garden, they knew
what they wanted, understood that in
each other you are one, grounded,
most centered, at peace, at home-
not settling down, but seeking life,
building a place together, not enclosing,
rather a refuge, where you can
touch, and hold, and know
each other – even when apart.
Theatre’s light of love has reached out,
touching, bringing audience and actor
within it’s warm glow,
renewing their faith and confidence
in a future, providing hope for their
frustrations, doubts, and despairs.
The darkness of the soul, stilled
by the theatre’s light of love.

Thank you for taking me to the mountaintop.
Thank you for your gift of love.

Each of you, in the best
Sense, is an extension of who
and what each of us is. It is this
connection that leads to wholeness
not only as individuals, but also as family.