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Rich golds, dark violets, pinks and blues...                                       Who can transform these heavenly hues                                       With oils and brush, on canvas white,                                       And show their ever-changing light?                                        The greatest artists all have tried.                                        But every one has been denied.                                        The celestial Gods display their power                                        To paint anew each evening flower.

Life. Inside of me. Cells bursting into form. Shaping, growing. A mind, seeking knowledge. A heart, gently echoing Through a warming sea. Hands, exploring. Feet, thrashing. Suddenly moving downward. Squeezing, pushing. Pushing, squeezing. Light.  Blinding. Cold air rushing over Trembling lips. Crying.  Living. Holding.  Hugging. Warmth. A gift from God, to be returned. For now, she's mine to love. Dedicated to my wonderful daughter and friend......Jennifer.

Have you Ever noticed that A full moon seems to take Great pleasure in its powers to Wreak such havoc on this home we Call Earth?  We gaze upon it's face with awe And admiration, and yet we dread it's pull and Influence on Man and Nature.  It fills the night Sky with its ominous grin, then prepares to Inflict its push and pull on our very souls.  Our Moods change and waver as abruptly as the teeming Seas shift their tides within their beds of rocks and Sand.  We are opened to the tendrils of gravity That incessantly grasp our very beings.  Then Just as suddenly, the protective shadow Of infinity, bespeckled with the eyes of