Wednesday, April 18, 2018

In The Name of Harry

May he live on through our hearts, and how we choose to live.


 His smile was priceless, 
 A gift given freely, 
 From a heart of joy, 
 And a choice of living, 
 For a happy life, 
 Comes through giving,
 A magician and artist, 
 Sorcerer of emotions, 
 Conveying truth, 
 Through clouds of commotion, 
 Sight comes from the heart,
  Though life is confusing,  
 He taught this with laughter, 
 The tool he was using.

 To follow his example, 
 Was a joy that I sought, 
 To keep my smile, 
 All through the while, 
 With sharp wit, 
 And friends all around, 
  For the power of love, 
 Is oh so profound! 
  Yet I have one regret, 
 Which now I must share, 
 I never said thank you, 
 With all the tools that are there.

 In his memory I go forth, 
 And so should you, 
 We should never miss a chance, 
 To say I love you, 
 To say that I thank you,
 For time is so rare, 
  So share what you’re feeling,
 And you will soon find, 
 This is the best use, 
 Of the gift of time. 




Saturday, March 31, 2018

Flow of Love


Moments of binding,
On paths intertwining,
Happen in times of pain,
When tragedy strikes,
Anxiety spikes,
And no one is ever the same.

A daughter is lost,
On one path afar,
In illness taken away,
Yet hearts come together,
In the stormiest weather,
And healing comes when we pray.

Cancer then comes,
Like a lightening strike,
To homes of those we know,
Though no one controls,
Where lightening strikes,
We control the love that we show.

A friend loosing sight,
The coming of night,
Darkness far too soon,
Yet with bringing of hope,
The heart’s fire is stoked,
On horizon a miracle looms.

We can not control,
When circumstance comes,
But we can co tell what we do,
For the simplest things,
From hearts far and near,
 And help pull someone through.

Your faith in God,
Fuels the fires of love,
The energy flows when you share,
Healing comes through,
The power of your heart,
When you choose to be there.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Fractured Souls



 In us and through us, 
 They walk and they wonder, 
 Through trials and through tears,
 Their hearts torn asunder, 
 Hearts crying in the darkness, 
 Voices silenced by the night, 
 Souls looking upward for hope, 
 Through perforations seeing starlight. 

 Some have lost their children, 
 Young lives taken away, 
 Innocent blood crying to God, 
 Parents with nothing to say, 
 Others have lost their health, 
 Time quickly slipping away, 
 In battle against unseen foes,
 Within the clear light of day. 

 These souls walk and breathe with us, 
 Sometimes with close ties, 
 Others unknown amidst the crowds, 
 And we look into their eyes, 
 The impact rolls from life to lives, 
 As pain can only flow, 
 If left unchecked by faithful hearts, 
 Who knows where this can go. 

 We cannot control what occurs, 
 But only what we do, 
 Yet chances come for us to love, 
 With choice for me and you, 
 For none can resist, 
 This power to persist, 
 No fears rise above, 
When there is only love.




Tuesday, February 13, 2018

My Rose

For my Ewa

 Within my garden, 
 Lemons shimmer like the sun, 
 Passionfruit instills passion, 
 For in the center of it all, 
 There is my Rose. 

 Within my garden, 
 There is laughter, 
 We are joyous hearts converge, 
 Four in the center of it all, 
  Shines my Rose.

 She grows in my heart, 
 Giving my heart meaning, 
 She perfumes my soul, 
 Giving my life joy, 
 Among the many she is the one. 

 I have flown through the stars, 
 Seeing all of their beauty, 
 Feeling all of their energy, 
 For the center of beauty, 
 Is my Rose. 

 Upon the edge of forever, 
 I see the unending, 
 For from the heart of God, 
 Came this fountain of love, 
 From my Rose. 


Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Where is God?


Where is God,
 When the Twin Towers fell,
When pain is unending,
 When people go through hell?

 Where is God, 
 While suffering prevails, 
 While cancer rules the wards, 
 While physical strength fails? 

 Suffering comes from will,
 Which we are free to choose, 
 Which made in our self interest, 
 Will cause us to lose. 

 Pain comes from life, 
 While beauty surrounds us, 
 While our own breath confounds us, 
 Which is the effort of strife. 

 God does not act, 
 Within lights and in shows, 
 Behind the canvas of life, 
 Is the magic he sows. 

 Where are God’s miracles?
 Do not look to the skies, 
 They are closer than you think, 
 Look into my eyes. 

 Now look all around you, 
 Is it part of a plan? 
 God’s love shines the brightest, 
 When through human hands. 

 Suffering is a stage, 
 Unlike any other, 
 Yet the miracle from God, 
Is He gives us each other.

 We are creatures of effort, 
 Love’s acts  prove this true, 
 When I am looking for God, 
 I need just look at you. 






Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Never Undone


This was written after I heard of the untimely passing of Delores O’Riordan who was the lead singer of The Cranberries but I am remembering everyone including David Bowie.  Hearing their voices in song is a reminder of the truth that none of us are separated, it only seems that way.  The language of music is a reminder that all hearts are bound together through love.

 Music always surrounds us, 
 You can hear it in the breeze, 
 Encouraging a warrior in battle, 
 Bringing the faithful to their knees. 
 Through every voice resounding, 
 Some here and some far away, 
 They live in our world or our hearts, 
 And you can hear each one of them say. 

 In colors we are many, 
 In love we are but one, 
  The language of hearts is music, 
 In song that’s never undone. 

 Her voice came through from Ireland, 
 In sounds of flight like a bird, 
 The Irish cries of love, 
 Like nothing we have ever heard, 
Another voice came from England,
 His sounds enchanting the night, 
 His heart speaking through different colors, 
 And his eyes shone of two different lights. 

 In colors we are many, 
 In love we are but one, 
  The language of hearts is music, 
 In song that’s never undone. 

 Hear many who walked on our paths, 
 Many who is races are run, 
 Hear more in the dawn’s sweet whispers, 
 With voices that have not begun. 
 They all sing a song unchanging, 
 In sunshine and in the rain, 
 No matter the day’s circumstance, 
 The song remains the same. 

 In colors we are many, 
 In love we are but one, 
  The language of hearts is music, 
 In song that’s never undone. 

Their songs reflect through radios,
From the true sound in our hearts,
From the sweet reminder of music,
The truth will not depart,
Together we lift our voices,
Until the angels sing on high,
Forever we lift our voices,
The sound not contained by the sky.

 In colors we are many, 
 In love we are but one, 
  The language of hearts is music, 
 In song that’s never undone. 

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

The Song of Whispers

 Who has walked that streets, 
 That I’ve walked before? 
 The present sunlight falling,
 Has closed open doors. 
 The sidewalk dirt is stamped,
 With the years gone by.
 Hence the raindrops falling, 
 From a tear filled sky. 

 Air touches skin, 
 Sounds touches ears, 
 These senses are sisters. 
 Souls cross thresholds, 
 With faces unseen, 
 In the song of whispers. 

 Those who lived and passed,
 Never pass away. 
 Safe within their timelines, 
 They will always stay. 
 For the body is not immortal, 
 Yet the soul keeps on living, 
 To the ears of patient parts, 
 From heaven this song keeps giving. 

 Air touches skin, 
 Sounds touches ears, 
 These senses are sisters. 
 Souls cross thresholds, 
 With faces unseen, 
 Through the song of whispers. 

 Lives will come and go, 
 But can they be forgotten? 
 Is forever not the gift, 
 Of God’s only begotten? 
 There is no greater hope, 
 Then life can ever bring. 
 Then the gift of love, 
 Transcending everything. 

 Air touches skin, 
 Sounds touches ears, 
 These senses are sisters. 
 Souls cross thresholds, 
 Which only hearts can hear,
 Silent song of whispers. 

 In silence hear their voices, 
 In silence the heart may hear, 
 The endless song of life, 
 Removing every fear, 
 This flame from God we carry,
 Where ever we may go, 
 No hope is rendered hopeless, 
 The light of truth will show. 

  Air touches skin, 
 Sounds touches ears, 
 These senses are sisters. 
 Souls cross thresholds, 
 With faces unseen, 
 The song of whispers.