there is not much to say this week.

This entire week seemed to be charged

some thing. People were upbeat. No one

was in a hurry to get out of the sun and

warm temperatures.

Other good news... My friend Eric's daughter

the spots of cancer in her lungs...GONE

The cancer did not get to her brain

Prayer works

Hope chest

At foot of winters bed there

Sits a lovely chest

Seasoned oak

Lined in cedar

Here at last the time has come

Strip grey curtains

From windows light

Snow white blanket

Pulled to wash

Winters sludge

Poured down the drain

Open thy chest

to dreams anew

Show me thy riches

Saphire blue skies

Ruby flowers

Golden sun

Lay your bed of satin green

Perfumed scents

Bathe my soul

Tis but a wooden box

At foot of winters bed

A chest of hope

With all that

Is new