Atop the World

Atop the World

How's the view from atop the world? How's the view when everything is going your way? A smile on your face? A kind word on your lips? A light shining for all to see? How's the view when you're all alone? How's the view when life is caving in? Do you still radiate the light [...]

The Love of a Father

The Love of a Father

The Love of a Father. A Father's Love is a thing to be treasured. In honor of my father's 60th birthday, I share my thoughts with all of you as well. My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person: He believed in me. -Jim Valvano Time seems to pass so quickly. [...]

I’ll meet You in the field

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense. -Rumi Let your light shine! Amy Save Save Save

WPC- A Face Finding Her Way

WPC- A Face Finding Her Way

A Face Finding Her Way. Reflections. Confusion sets in Am I this me or that me Still finding myself -Amy Lyon Smith Haiku. I've been wanting to take a try at writing Haiku.  I like how it expresses so much by saying so little. I tend to get sidetracked and tell 100 different stories before [...]

A Mother’s Love

The sun shone brightly On our stroll along the well loved shore We laughed even though there were tears in our hearts My return home, to celebrate her- a life well lived Our rock and wisdom called to her eternal home Days spent recounting memories The dolphin's hello And the ashes flowing A welcoming embrace. [...]

Childhood Abandoned

As I look upon the remnants Of a childhood abandoned I remember the squeals of delight The urging to be pushed higher To have the toes touch the sky Remembering how you never wanted the ride to end I see the yellow earth movers Now covered in weeds That once scooped at the sands Where [...]

Silence is golden

In the stark, cold winterThe mighty tree stands bareStripped away of all its former gloryNow possessing strength that it didn’t know it hadAble to stand in majestic beauty, cloaked in white.-Amy Lyon Smith Silence. Silence. An emptiness of sound. A quiet hush upon the air. This is what a fresh blanket of snow means to [...]