The Golden Hour: Selected Spontaneous Poems

The Golden HourQuiet as the morning dewThe sunlight creeps into my room, Waking me with loving thoughts>'Tis time to go withinInto the garden of my soul, To touch the inner springs of life>'Tis time to hear the messageThat in the Silence speaks, To feast on hidden manna>It is the time of silenceThe golden, sacred hourWhere Spirit speaks to Spirit's own>I have loved poetry for as long as I can remember, but I was never able to write it successfully. Then about 35 years ago, a "window" opened and through it came poems I never could have written myself. Some even came with music, which I can still hear. It was amazing. I knew from the start that these poems were meant to be shared, and so the publishing process began. I watched in amazement as what I was able to "hear" traveled around the world, many times in multiple languages. It is with a humble and grateful heart that I offer this collection to you now.