Right Where I Belong

I'm just where I'm supposed to be
Right where I belong
Right where I'm supposed to be
Traveling Along
Don't question the plan for me
Good things are in store for me
I'm just where I'm supposed to be
Right where I belong

The reasoning is hard to see
Don't hear an answer to my plea
But instead of feeling bad for me
I try to sing a song
"Tomorrow" means a lot to me
Brings back hope I couldn't see
The sun will be out to comfort me
As I'm traveling along

I remember others care for me
But it isn't always clear to see
I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Just where I belong

The first 8 lines were written April 1986, then continued Jan 1987 after losing a job, then apartment.

What's Next?

Normally hating Sunday night. Maybe next time I can get it right. 
Lost my job just before our trip. Still perplexed and don't know what's next. 
Hoping better things in sight.....



Posted on Facebook and Twitter on 3/12/17. 

Tribe Writers

I'm loving the vibe
Being part of a tribe
I'll make the choice
To hone my voice

Like a pastor with a parish
A platform to establish
I need not beseech
Expanding my reach

Oh, the places to go
As I'm turning pro
I'm loving this vibe
Being part of a tribe

Written today after Tribe Writer's Conference

Meditation

Will I find the Zen
With paper and pen?
In the mirror of my mind
The paper is unlined
 What else did I find?
A way to unwind
What was designed?
A release from the bind
Peace for humankind?
A light was shined

Written at Art & Soul 9/13.

Obama Memory

When he continued in song
Wanting to heal a wrong
It was the right place
To make his case
With Amazing Grace

For President Obama's birthday

She Gives

I stare at the small and wrinkled writing
And think of her fragile hand just like it
No birthday or holiday missed
As long as she lives, she gives

I pull on another hand-knit sweater
She made when her eyes were seeing better
She’s started the next one on her list
As long as she lives, she gives

I realize she won’t be here forever
My heart won’t easily forget her

I’ll pass to the coming generation
A few examples of her loving patience
I hope I’m remembered just like this
As long as she lives, she gives

Now I’ve grown to appreciate and understand
The strength of my mother’s mother’s plan

As long as she lives, as long as she lives,
As long she lives, she gives


Re-posting this as a remembrance for my grandmother's birthday.
Looking forward to it hearing it on co-writer Betsy Jackson's upcoming CD!

Ruler in the Snow

Ruler in the Snow
How much will it show?
Why the need to know?
Is it friend or foe?
Watched it fall and blow
Will the total grow?
Is it fun or woe?
Fun to shape or throw?

Written the day after the big storm for Nashville - grateful not to be further north and needing a yardstick to measure!