Pilgrimage

The Pilgrims, the Puritans, immigrants all,

meant well enough, leaving home and country,

enduring a long sea voyage, 66 days, below deck,

sick and harassed, crossing to an uncharted future

and the cold winter of New England, Plymouth’s Colony,

alone among strangers and unknown threats, indentured,

they themselves but a small congregation seeking

sanctuary and sanctity, perhaps seeking a new Eden,

and facing the harsh realities of a new world unsettled,

a new life, starting over, well-meaning, but one wonders

if their simple faith was strong enough to endure,

strong enough to break free of the persecutions

to find the Utopia they sought, a pilgrimage

through time, ending, perhaps, in today. 

Under God's Blue Sky

Under God’s blue sky

and the dark vastness of stars

and planets, galaxies well beyond

our reach and comprehension,

a panoply of time and space,

ever revolving, evolving, ordered,

 

there we are born, we live and we die,

life but one short stop on our journey forward

back to Eden’s Garden, leaving behind

our footprints, a path to follow, and posterity.

Autumn Winds

Autumn winds blow strong,

the tree tops swaying, sweeping clear

the clouds, turning the sky, gray

to a brilliant blue, bringing

with it snow and cold, a reminder

of the winter season soon ahead. 

Cinderella

(Part of the Princess Series of Poems)

Cinderella waltzes into our dreams,

kindness in a blue gown and glass slippers,

her reward for believing in pumpkin carriages,

fairie godmothers, and magical balls,

here to remind us of Happily Ever After,

childhood delights, and kindness’ rewards.

The Music of Autumn

is a brass instrument played softly,

easy and smooth, a slow legato holding back

its forte, mezzo piano, a fortissimo restrained,

to carry itself aloft on the Autumn breezes,

Gabriel’s tune, this music softly played, calling to us,

carrying us into the winter season’s darkened silence.