
It is easier to endure than to change. But once one has changed, what was endured is hard to recall.
One can never ask anyone to change a feeling.

It is easier to endure than to change. But once one has changed, what was endured is hard to recall.
One can never ask anyone to change a feeling.

Winds of peace
Whispering at night
Singing with calmest voice
With lasting newness
Winds of storm
Blowing from dark skies
Bearing down once again
With coldness of heart
Winds of heart
Crossing west to east
Warming thoughts open doors
With attitude’s change
Winds of will
Bringing challenges
Stumbling from daily mistakes
With lessons to learn
Winds of change
Bringing smile to heart
Dancing with endless joy
With fresh perspective


The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
Stay in the center, and you will be ready to move in any direction.

Nature does not make mistakes. Right and wrong are human categories.
Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must be awake.
American author Frank Herbert (1920-1986) was best known for his science fiction writing. His novel DUNE (1965) and its sequels brought him wide acclaim.

You don’t have to be the Dalai Lama to tell people that life’s about change.
I have several times made a poor choice by avoiding a necessary confrontation.

Time’s ever-changing river
Hours flowing day after day
Navigating change, life’s song
Destiny travels our way
Tomorrow’s adventure calls
River flows with rapid pace
Navigating change, be safe
Ambition now giving chase
Facing Niagara Falls
Calling out new direction
Navigating change, new route
River journey’s correction
River experience counts
Night’s campsite, overcrowded
Navigating change, next choice
New site empty, not crowded
Life shadows shifting river
Requires flexibility
Navigating change, time calls
Now teaching humility

From the words of American business pioneer and founder of Mary Kay Cosmetics, Mary Kay Ash: “When you come to a roadblock, take a detour.

I have no sense of time, and I’m a dreamer.
The reality is, we can change. We can change ourselves. We can change our minds. We can change our hearts. And therefore the universe changes.
In December, 1989, the Romanian Revolution ignited with passion which would no longer wait in silence. The rest of the Eastern Bloc countries under Soviet influence had already experienced peaceful change from communist dictatorships. Under Nicolae Ceausescu’s harsh leadership, Romania was the final holdout as the democratic wave of freedom blitzed across Eastern Europe. This poem shares some of this revolution’s story.

Ruthless, authoritarian rule controls the cards
Harsh, brutal regime crushes dissenting voices
Quietness hides the remaining, burning embers
Daily life conceals wounds, offering few choices
Citizens endure lack of even the basic needs
Challenging days, facing endless heartbreak
Darkest days of winter, hunger and little heat
Voices stifled, experiencing numbing heartache
Freedom routed, plummeting to rock bottom
System of repression forcefully controls lives
Defiant opposition, beaten down to nothing
Dictator’s untruths cover up with empty lies
Scattering of small voices continues to speak out
Smoldering protests fueled with hungry passion
Government crackdowns to silence any dissent
Voices growing bolder, backed with compassion
Massive protests ignite courage in a distant city
“Timisoara” becomes a rallying cry for liberation
Unexpectedly, dark and evil house of cards folds
Season of change witnesses rebirth of a nation
