Interval

A simple truth unfolds inside my dreams,

our lives are lived in interwoven time,

and time is just as simple as it seems,

as basic as the rhythm in a rhyme.

It's true, love doesn’t always have to play

into the universe as so defined,

a preassigned division of the day,

to universal pendulums confined.

But llinear, kinetic, all askew,

arrayed in any manner that may be,

no matter how defined, my love for you

exists in every moment granted me.

And only God himself could grant us this...

the universe began with our first kiss.

Sewing Circle

This is for the ladies who donate their time to knit and sew for  the patients in the Pediatric Heart Center at UCSF, San Francisco.  Many years ago, the Doctors in this amazing hospital literally saved the life of a young lady that I know, the daughter of my daughter's best friend. We visited the little one several times at the hospital and learned that all the babies are given free blankets and snuggies, knitted hats and the like.  

Sewing Circle

They don’t require, nor have they kept
a penny for their tender task.
The comfort sewn as tears are wept,
a finer wage they couldn't ask.

As mothers wait and pray aloud
that hope may live forever thus
the quiet artists, shy and proud,
construct, of cloth, a loving truss.

To help support the cause of hope,
their time is spent, compassion sewn,
to soothe the ones who have to cope
with fear that most have never known.

From in the heart and high above,
from nothing asked, a quilt of good—
a sewing circle made of love,
of universal motherhood.

~ Dean Neighbors~