August 28, 2008 85-90,000 people inside the stadium!Thousands more outside with tickets but no more room.A very happy convention; more like a great celebration, and lots of tears of joy! Read Full Story

I want the sun on my face And feel the power of grace I want to share this place With those who care I want to open the skies Erase the sighs Let love give rise To those who dare I long to write anew Mis-takes be few And take another view Of my own fare To have more light and learn The meaning of discern And may the humble climb The glory stair Read Full Story

When I settle on a subject I do my measurements and such things that aid me to plan a pleasing layout; what I paint speaks to me. I might even know which colors to pick, but often they define themselves along the way and I listen. “I am a rich red, powerful color, and chief architect of the mountain drawings you’ve yet to see. I can bring you joy or immeasurable anger.” “I am a golden light or a large yellow orb, varying my depth to compliment or complicate your aura. My goal is to be the... Read Full Story

I came in spring to look aroundThe birds were making lovely soundSummer bade me lingerBy autumn’s end I hit the ground   The graveled path in all light grayProvided sight to see a wayWithout much lightI chose to play  The wind would sweep and off I’d goWhile people bundled up for snowAs time was going fastAnd never more to know  A child stooped down to have a lookThen placed me in a memory bookI’m very old yetGlad to be the one she took. Read Full Story

I came in spring to look around The birds were making lovely sound Summer bade me linger By autumn’s end I hit the ground The graveled path in all light gray Provided sight to see a way Without much light I chose to play The wind would sweep and off I’d go While people bundled up for snow As time was going fast And never more to know A child stooped down to have a look Then placed me in a memory book I’m very old and yet Glad to be the one she took. Read Full Story

Do you care I have fresh air Water’s clean A place to preen Food not sprayed With all that stuff A nest displayed Constructed rough Do you care There’s no more eggs So I can’t feed The mouth that begs Do you care About your own Would you dare Deny them home Read Full Story

I’m lonely for the water I think it’s gone away The golden yellow sunrise Replaced by pink this day I know it’s not a warning The sky is pink, not red Yet still I feel so lonely And harbor mine own dread What if the water stays away And never shows its face? The gulls will stop their daylight play And fish will leave this place Then will the land be going too Replaced by pink as well Or will I see another clue That speaks of blushing hell? Read Full Story

“After the Sunrise,” is a lovely song by Yanni; there’s a beginning softness that builds upward ‘showing’ the sun has indeed appeared. The song is on the compact disc “Reflections of Passion,” and often ‘assists’ me in getting my writing to appear, just like waiting for that sun. The tune twists and turns, while in the background a steadiness of percussions play giving my fingers reason to tap, tap, and tap, to the beat. So, what do I write about today? One word will open the door, but... Read Full Story

The clouds keep me guessing As they blow back and forth The rain hasn’t shown yet It’s still in the north A lone seagull travels To locate his nest I plop on the sand To take a short rest I long for the rains To wash all my fears And bring back my honor I once held quite dear The Sea oats are crackling With each forceful wind The land they are shackling Brings foam to an end I sit on the great dune Watch clouds as they pass Remember my maker And all that He asks Remember my maker And... Read Full Story

A place to belong... Tis heaven's song When asked to go Make sure you know That in your haste You leave no waste And love abides in every space. Read Full Story