I find that I’m more nostalgic these days,
And wonder if it’s simply part of getting older?
Or is it a sign of the times?
With evil getting bolder,
And committing further crimes?
I find myself feeling ever more grateful,
For each moment idling hours ‘way with fam’ly:
The one that I got to help create;
And, for now, sit happily,
Before it becomes too late,
And we rise and disperse unto fate.
K. Aldaya, 2/25/22
At times when I think nothing is right,
And I feel that I am losing this fight.
When people are really cruel and vile,
One can get to feel dreadfully futile.
That is when you need the wide sky,
A vision of happy to see with your eye.
Each sky is different than ever before,
Up where the clouds and birds ever soar.
Looking at sunbeams through the white clouds,
Wastes away all of your life’s sad shrouds.
In raising your attentions heaven-bound.
It gives you a chance to lose earth ground.
You no longer are a tormented soul,
But ‘God’ has you and you feel whole.
Just for a little while you are at peace,
Until you return back to the pit without cease.
K. Aldaya, 3/10/04
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://environmental-life-ministries.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/sun_sky_1.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
