Sitting here with pen in hand, writing my thoughts and giving thanks, seeing clear visions and angels touching hands, a world filled with beauty without demands, shadows here, shadows there, candles lit everywhere, bended knees clasped hands for prayer, Each crossing road and weary bend, sorting out and making amends, crying thinking and wondering again, leaving footsteps out in the sand, you close a door and open another to begin, learning dont throw stones, my friend, take control its your life you know, for whom within your light will glow, diamonds rubies pearls or stones, which will you choose? not a stone, what more would you ask for? riches of earth? were blessed with all that, and more, wildflowers, lilies or roses with thorns? which would you choose to garland your throne? One must choose, while one can, for all will meet gods devine plan, what shall you take of what you've grown on the land? wisdom will show the light within the plan, Gods love and mothers nurturing ways, and giving thanks day by day my friend, amen, by my mother, kathleen,