" Just Thee"

In this simplistic phrase I hear everything

Wonderful and dear that you mean to me

"Just Thee..."

In the fragrance of this rose

As I sit here on this beach and look out to sea

It's "Just Thee..."

You are ever present ever near

I feel your spirit, like this white foamed wave that washes over me

"Just Thee...."

The morning sun the sugar sand

And now the abundance of the sea has turned toward me

And in these shells I see

"Just Thee..."

In a single drop of rain scooting down this window pane I see

"Just Thee..."

And I never will forget your tenderness

And how your arms embraced the innocence in me.

"Just Thee..."

The world has accolades to bring

For all the words they've heard you bring

But as for me

What ever road I walk upon, when all these dreams have come and gone

I'll close my eyes and remember that for one moment

I stood in the presence of a king.

Angela Rose

Whatever happened to Angela Rose?

The girl who loved "Stardust"

I guess the story goes

She fell in love with a man who played her beautiful songs

As she lay on her chaise in a pink satin gown

They would sit and talk on into the night

Then picnic in bed by the soft candlelight.

With the windows wide open in the arms of his muse

The sound of music and their laughter, echoed softly underneath a full April moon.


It was a renaissance love, with her renaissance man

Off the coast of Nantucket, they sailed and they swam

She tended her garden where the hollyhocks grew

Silent smiles by the fire sometimes they would sleep until noon.

With two Septembers past now, and falling leaves from the sycamore

She hummed "Moonlight in Vermont" in the kitchen

While baby Lily played on the floor.

With loving friends and close relations, around the table

He would say the prayer

Then after dinner, one of the children asked, "Dad...please tell us again, about the trip to France when you met that wild accordian player named Pierre!"

Amidst the laughter he would watch her clean the plates, and rearrange the chairs

And when their eyes met, she began to speak the words of the poem he wrote for her in Paris

While she smiled at him

And walked on up the stairs.


Tell me....what ever happened to Angela Rose?

The girl who loved "Stardust'

I guess the story goes

David saw her at a cafe in Paris just about a year ago

He said " She still has the face of an angel though her hair was white as snow."

They reminisced about Nantucket, the beach, and the bungalow

She said "He brought me heaven here on earth, and had I not loved him David

It was love itself I would have never known"

"And you know" he said , as he walked away

"She still wears that wonderful cologne."

Tell me......what ever happened to Angela Rose?

"The Pearl"

I once felt the thrill of a blissful ascent

To a heavenly place I will never forget

We took to the sky

Far away from this world

You reached for my hand, and said

"Come with me baby girl"

Trapped in my cage, with my eyes on the sky

Afraid of the heights

But you knew I could fly

Shattered and mute, I hid for so long

Wanting to sing...so you gave me a song

You took all the fear...from a scared little girl

You gave me the moon

To wear as a pearl.


But now I'm flying solo...living in a garden up on the hill

The night is honeysuckle fragrant

With the peculiar song of the whippoorwill

I held him in my arms for a moment but he had to go away

And I really believe, if we are meant to be

He'll return to me someday

People see me smiling and they think I'm doing fine

But sometimes I cry

When I look up

And I see a little bird fly.....when I see a little bird fly.

"Simply Because She Is"

She is not primarily functional

Though she capably serves the purpose for her design

She is primarily beautiful.

Not because of mere vain glorious, useful flesh

Or by the weak vacillating standards that the society casts its gluttonous eyes upon

Deeming her the"perfected pulchritude" of the hour

No, she is primarily beautiful, simply because of heaven's light that fills her eyes

And her breathless sigh at the sound of her newborn baby's cry

And a smile that rivals the morning sun

She is primarily beautiful simply because

She is.

Which is to say that her beauty is a great and glorious good

And something that he needs in large doses daily

And God has seen fit to arrange this for him

Yes her beauty personifies to him the very glory of God's creation

A taste of heaven here on earth.

She has become essential in his life

When she moves his eyes follow

And peace floods his soul

And somehow he knows that he has rounded a bend

And all manner of things will be well

With one glance and her smile she can free his heart and bring him hope

Yes he being like the winter earth longing for the sun

And not by any mere usefulness of her you see

But simply because she breathes

Simply because she is

Simply because of love.