“We sprinkle summer dust in our palms
then sleep in its reveries of enchantment
waking to the blessings of a pristine adventure…”

“There is a stark—vivid difference—
between a quiet Christianity of Christ
and the loud Christianity of a country…”

“I am troubled by stories that institutions of science and learning are becoming an enemy of our country’s political greatness.”

“Let the multi-colored lights glow upon my verdant tree
kindling the hearts of everyone who feels left without…”

“…Art begs a question of ultimate irony—
What master should we invest in?
The real prophet — or a real profit…”

“I learned from my years…”

“there's a perpetual sadness stirring
the pure hearts of our whispering waters…”

Photo and inspiration courtesy of my good friend Rod Sorenson. Visit his Website at: rcoakley.com

“in my parched—late, wrinkly years

of a long, watery life—I dug a well…”

“empathy graces soft beads of morning dews—nurturing

lonely gardens, colored in hope, light, faith, and confidence…”

“the greatest splendors…

are profoundly short…”

“peacemakers are artists of time
sculpting the present moment
as they brush over drab melancholy”

Photo and inspiration courtesy of my friend Rod Sorenson rcoakley.com

“never relent in the protections of—
our peaceful tracts of open space
our waters that deliver and keep life
and our dark skies of hope beyond”

Photo Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com