SHEILA WHITE is the Music Director at Don Heights Unitarian Congregation. A professional writer by trade, Sheila composes poetry and songs as well as websites and newsletters. She spearheaded the creation of "The Power of Song", a collection of original songs published by Don Heights and available for sale. She is writing a book that is due for release in Fall 2021.
Sheila owns and operates WORDS Media & Communications Inc. An accomplished speaker with a background in politics and the environment, Sheila won an African Canadian Achievement Award in 2014 and a Canada 150 volunteer medal in 2017 for her community work. |
JoyI hear it in a waterfall,
in a toddler’s laugh, in a cardinal’s call, in the melodies of my life’s lute, in a whistler’s tune, in the trilling flute, in an infant’s coo, in a bird’s wing-beat in the crush of leaves underneath my feet. Joy dwells in the slightest thing, shows itself, like a nascent sprout in spring. The giant cavern of distress that is our world, heaping hefty burdens on our shoulders, looming fears, sheer duress … Through the largeness of it all joy is found in the small. There is still sunlight in a world gone wrong. All works copyright Sheila White I RememberI remember you like a warm, summer’s day,
a Jamaican holiday, a trip for two, me and you --- I remember you like a hot day in June, listening to my favorite tune on radio. I recall all the times we shared
as the years did unwind, taking care not to break the thread our hearts had left behind. I remember you like the taste of champagne, like a rainbow during the rain, a stunning view, evening’s hue. I remember you like a ride on a train, first-class all the way along the route. Safely tucked away those memories are there to stay. I remember you like the scent of a rose, a modern dancer on his toes, striking the perfect pose. I remember you like a lush curtain call, rushing to remember it all at curtain’s close. An original song by Sheila White. Copyright 2017 Floral Art by Sheila |
ShiningMy smile wide
I kiss the sky. The deep of night, I look for light And I find it Shining in my heart. I wonder why If birds can fly Humankind Is left behind, Agonizing Over where we are? Oh, wanderlust, Lead me to trust, To touch the clouds With puffs of love, Always shining Shining in my heart. And thus, we must Be kind and just, Not lain to rust In ash or dust. Light is shining Shining in our hearts. When shining then nothing can harm us. Nothing can tear us apart. Shining, the night’s stars will charm us, Shining, with no end or start. Copyright 2016, from the Power of Song book PatiencePatience –
a quiet oar in the water, a still calm awaiting rain, the space between the seconds marking a wristwatch, when the hand appears to stop, as I do, waiting. Patience, a ladle in a slow simmering soup, ready to serve, but in no hurry. The burner is warm. Patience – a smooth gravy on lumpy mashed potatoes, pooling on the plate and going nowhere, and being happy about it. Clothespin Art by Sheila "The Little Pearls" |