January 6, 2013
And I still walk the shorelines of HILO
a wandering minstrel
mostly silent now
but sending thousands of words
picture by picture
A bridge to a place you have never imagined..
A bay on an island that’s blessed by the gods..
There’s nothing to say yet i fill in the spaces
With whatever occurs to my mind at the time..
Even though it may seem odd
I turn it all over to the greatest good
I give it all back to the spirit of God
a thousand words, in the beginning were one
the beginning was a Word
& i press on with my belief in the journey down the stream of
as my only anchor & my beaming lighthouse