Robert Trabold

Garden__ hush opens upan abyss at my center, still point.Someone touches me, mystery, otherness.No words are spoken, silencethe language of God.Silence, calm, hushed garden usher me into a presence, presence of my beloved.Let me rest in this quiet visit, gift that puts a beautifulend to a hectic day.Someone is with me__hat is all that matters!-Evening Hush

Is this what I am doing now?Watching the currents, passagesof life around me.I am not looking for books to explainmore with their words, butlistening to poets with their imagery, symbols, listening to my own feelings as Icontinue my pilgrimage in this life,pausing, watching, catching glimpsesof deeper down things.-Deeper Down Things

Feet got sore, body was tired,long day, march down Manhattan.I felt a fire lit within me.Hopefully this fire will touchall of us, will be a long fight.-Climate Change March 2014

We are all in the same boat,boat of life. Does not seemto be a rudder with oarsman.Perhaps my words may find a path, path through currents and wateras we continue our journey onriver of life. -River of Life