I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Saturday, August 28, 2010


A morning calls, freshly whispering  in the vacant shadows of night,
a sunrise in sight on the horizon, rising ever-upward to her perch.
The church of this new and blessed day dawns upon us. We pray
that every new day possesses her beauty and grace, a place
where the angels stand, hand-in-hand, offering their songs in the
rustle of each leave, the hush of the breeze and in every newborn's sneeze.
A morning; as new as any beginning for which we can wish.
A day, as precious as the life we offer to Him in our every action
It is pleasing in our sight that this right moment is presented to us;
this gift is given to us. Accept this new day in the spirit of life.

For no matter what the mortal men predict, it is a new and blessed day.
If clouds should form, it is a sign to appreciate all you have when the sun
sits high in a blue sky. If rain should appear, know that it will eventually clear,
leaving the bloom of flowers and the freshness of a start anew.
Any obstacle was placed before you, to teach you. To teach you to persevere.
To teach you acceptance of the things you cannot change. To give the lesson
that all God offers in each new day is a blessing. It is never more than we can handle.
It is always a manifestation of His love for us. Embrace this gift for it is given in love.
Embrace this day, your life, your family, your friends, and the time you have to embrace.
This is a great place that emerges from the shadow of night; this day so given.



  1. Walt, what a beautiful message. Each day definitely has its own reason for being, its own message. This day IS all we have.

  2. Thanks Mary. It's a message worth remembering and repeating to as many people as possible.

  3. Brilliant writer and compassionate friend -- thank you for this.


  4. And that was my gift to you. A small token between friends. You are so very welcome.

  5. Walt & Marie Elena.

    I stopped reading non-poem comments on PA precisely for this reason the last time toes/feelings got bludgeoned near to death. Peace & hope you return, even tho I have no idea what happened....'cause I'm playing deaf, dumb & blind.

    a.c. leming