in your cupboard

as cups on hooks

above the food

to be sipped when the mood

feels the tug of the spirit.

May my songs ignite

sweet epiphanies when skins touch

and sweat flies

when sheets are thrown asunder

and all but love is shut out,

curtained off,

excluded.

-by Bob Campbell

When I lay awake at night

And listen to the rain

Bouncing off the old tin roof

Or gurgling down the drain

I wonder –

When I look at sunny gardens

Filled with pretty flower

Or watch the birds who stop to bathe

In puddles after showers

I wonder –

After a storm is over

And the air is very still

I can contemplate a rainbow

As it arcs over a hill

I wonder –

-by Joy Hibberd

A lingering spirit –

Caught between two worlds

Tragically taken before his time

though sadly –

not ready to depart this earth

He stays in his past –

his spiritual presence still bound there

He must remain –

with his work unfinished,

He needs closure

Caught in a time warp –

He hopes to penetrate the mind.

the mind of someone aware of his presence

Someone receptive –

who will see that his work is done.

For only then will he be free.

Free to move on

Forward –

In peace to the Spirit World.

-by Joy Hibberd