Every day—
Sunup, sundown—
You will find
A chore ‘round.
...
Against the brightness
Of the sky,
Through the brushes
Of the trees—
...
Come, Haiti,
Rest beneath the oak.
Sit here upon this Rock
...
Hope arises
With the dawn,
To light a candle
In the heart.
...
The old creek, with little more than
A trickle of a flow,
Ran along the base of the bridge—
Slightly winding as it went.
...
I wonder what would happen
If the sun were to rise in the west
And set in the east.
Or maybe I should be glad
...
Luciano Pavarotti
Was a famous man
Who was known
All over the land.
...
With all
The stress that life
Heaps upon us daily—
Concerns of every kind: spouse, job,
...
Soon gone—
The golden voice
That rose on the wings of its
Time, and soared in the winds of a
...
Feel the stillness of the night.
Hear the silence in the air.
See the glowing of the Light
Yonder beaming bright and fair.
...