Thursday, September 27, 2012


A soft ocean breeze blows across my face
A moment of comfort, mid-afternoon;
A brief reprieve from the hot sticky air
That has lasted past summer into fall.
Birds flying in formations high above
Sand and heat, high above the crashing waves
And footprints made by late season tourists
Sun-burned, sweaty, but in no rush to leave.
I watch the birds, envious of their flight
And the feeling of cool wind on their wings.

Caren E. Salas

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


Sunset colors paint the sky
With hues that glow, and light up
The millions of waves dancing
On a darkening ocean.
Sunflower gold, to poppy
Orange, fuchsia, and purples...

God's brushstrokes command the clouds
So far beyond any dream
In my imagination;
More than any words I write
Or artwork once created.
It is a glimpse of heaven.

Caren E. Salas

photo: William Salas

Monday, September 24, 2012

At the Time

At the time, my heart drove auto-pilot
At the time, my mind knew what to do
At the time, my emotions put their guard up
Blocked the tears, and found the strength for you.

On and on, the waiting lasted hours
On and on, they'd only give us parts
On and on, I tried to smile and stay calm
Knowing you would be fine, in my heart.

At the time, your courage kept me hopeful
At the time, I knew you'd be okay
At the time, there was no time for worry
Holding on to a prayer for better days.

But after all, when I think of what you went through
And after all, when I realize my fears
After all, I'm so glad that it's over
Because now, I can't hold back the tears.

Caren E. Salas

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

A Question of Life or Death

What if I were dead? I mean,
Like I died and didn't know;
Moving through time unaware
Of my demise and "living"
In a strange purgatory
Of everyday existence.

What if that is all there is?
Oh, I believe the saints go
To heaven to relax by
God's swimming pool and party
With angels, but what happens
To the ordinary schmoes?

What happens to the sinners
Who tried to live a good life
But failed to do all the "right"
Things? Maybe they loved too much
Or too little, missed the light,
Or got lost along the way.

What if I were dead right now?
Would I know the difference?
Is my pain my lot in life,
Or the price I pay in death?
What is heaven? What is hell?
Will I know when I get there?

If there's anyone out there
Who's been there before, let me
Know. What's it like? Tell the truth.
Don't just tell me to believe
Because believing is hope,
But confidence? Sadly not.

Caren E. Salas