Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Reflection of a Soul


 Reflections occur upon the waters, 
 Showing the endless sky, 
 How the Earth looks up in wonder, 
 Our faces down in contemplation, 
 As the waters playfully bend light, 
 Showing how the birds must behold us. 

 And yet there is no mirror, 
 Which can reflect the soul, 
 Not touched by imperfect light, 
 The eyes cannot behold it, 
 From a place beyond the stars, 
 Our souls peer into this world. 

The image of a soul is seen,
In whom she chooses to meet,
In places he chooses to go,
Be it upon a quiet mountain,
Or near a great volcano,
Which only the peaceful soul can behold.

Every person that is met,
Reflects the soul of the meeter,
The blind who see through us,
The arrogant who are truly blind,
The sensitive who feel without touch,
And wisdom seekers with hearts like children.

The tapestry becomes truly endless,
With all we may choose to see,
For size is meaningless to souls,
Which exist without set boundaries,
Just as your soul who has seen so much,
Feels like light has just touched its eyes.

Your song is now part of many songs,
All in the song of life that God sings,
Your soul reflection in an old man's smile,
Your soul reflection in a newborn's laugh,
And when you see your eyes reflected once more,
All of their love will impact on your heart.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Standing With You


 In battles lost and battles won,
 I reflect beneath the stars, 
 Which show my size in truth, 
 My place amidst the galaxies, 
 While shining through the darkness, 
  They show the beauty of life. 

 This is a new chapter, 
 With more experience in your soul, 
 More hearts beneath your wings, 
  Riding on the spirit winds,
 Within this song of life, 
 Which shatters any storm. 

 For no star within the night, 
  Is ever truly alone, 
 Within an ocean of diamonds, 
 Reflecting our infinite souls, 
 As within indomitable love, 
 Hope will never be lost. 

 These words are one language, 
 With a universe of thought, 
  While music is a universe, 
 With all languages in one, 
 A sharing between souls, 
 Of what cannot be spoken. 

 Battles can be won,
 And they are seldom repeated, 
 Yet when the seldom happens, 
 There are more hearts by your side, 
 Souls brave in their faith, 
 Stand as one in God's pure love. 

 Never fear or doubt, 
 And never lose your smile, 
 Your heart rides fourth in music, 
 Residing in  all of ours, 
 Our strength returns to you, 
 Indomitable in love. 

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Hearts of Manchester

 This is for the victims, families, and friends affected by the brutal attack on the evening of May 22, 2017  upon the fans of Ariana Grande  at her concert in Manchester.  I wish I could personally comfort each and everyone  and give them strength. I cannot do that, but I can write and pray that it is read.   I will also remind each and everyone of you to never miss a chance to tell someone you love them, never miss a chance to smile, never miss a moment to live, as their hearts and souls live through us. 

Their laughter did fill our ears,
Their voices did calm our fears,
By our sides through the day,
Too quickly taken far away,
Eyes amidst the stars above,
Souls born by wings of love,
Lifted from our tear dimmed eyes,
Journey beyond the new sunrise,
We hold each other through the night,
Too shaken from the shocking sight,
Yet held by strong arms above,
We take strength in God's pure love,
We lay ourselves down to bed,
Dream of the ones who've gone ahead,
For the truth we knew from the start,
Their lives shine on through our hearts.

 Live life strong every day, 
 Share it in every possible way, 
 Light falls on us from above, 
 Flooding darkness with tears of love, 
 For no force stands against this power, 
 Saving us in the darkest hour,
 Binding souls with love's tether,
 A chord not even death can sever, 
 Darkness is lost within this strife, 
 For love is the eternal song of life, 
 And so we join  heart to heart, 
 Honoring those who did depart, 
 So their hearts may shine through us, 
 Towards brighter days ahead of us, 
 And so the world does stand together, 
 For the hearts and souls of Manchester. 


Saturday, May 13, 2017

Gift of Light

For the love of my life, on Mother's Day

 Gifts are given, 
 Of sparkling stones, 
 Of beautiful clothing, 
 And colors abounding, 
 Yet all they can do, 
 In all of their glory, 
 Is stand in the sunshine, 
 And gather the light. 

 The light is the gift, 
 Embracing the living, 
 Providing perspective, 
 In the continuum of time, 
 Lifting up all beauty, 
  Out of the darkness, 
 For all to behold, 
 And embrace with the heart. 

 The light is the beauty, 
 Which entered my heart, 
 When you first looked at me, 
 With the eyes of your soul, 
 My heart then breathed, 
 The first breath of life, 
 And by your delicate touch, 
 I was made whole. 

 Starlight adds the words, 
 Which our eyes then read, 
 Of the surrounding story, 
 In the light of the sun, 
 Yet the true light, 
 Only hearts can see, 
 Making all things possible, 
 In the light of love. 

 Within this light, 
 I can dance, 
 Within this light, 
 My soul does sing,
 For love knows no time, 
 In the patience of living, 
 Love knows no time, 
In the endless song.

 You are my light, 
 The heart of my family, 
 You are our light, 
 Which blinds the world, 
 Looking on in awe,
 A delight to Heaven,
The song of life,
Light of my soul!




Saturday, April 22, 2017

Angels Among Us


 Underneath the tree, 
 Lying in her pain, 
 Underneath a tree, 
 Beaten close to death. 
 Wounded in her heart, 
 Scars upon her soul, 
 Unable to stand, 
 Alone and bereft. 

 Together we did talk, 
 A chance meeting of souls, 
 Together we did walk, 
 With wheelchair in hand, 
 She just could not make it, 
 To the hospital so far, 
 Alone and with no strength, 
 She just would not make it.

 Can you see the  girl playing?
 She is laughing with her friend,
 The little girl is playing,
 She does not see this before her,
 None could see this coming,
 No one would want it,
 Lying helpless beneath a tree,
 It would send the bravest running.

 She is still a human being,
 Beneath the dirt and filth,
 She is still a human being,
 Someone's child and a woman,
 But pray for an angel to come,
 God always sends somebody,
 Yet there is no one on the street,
 Perhaps you are the angel to come.
 Perhaps she is an angel in disguise?
 Scripture states that this happens,
 Would you miss the chance to reach out?
 Would you miss a chance to touch God?



Thursday, April 6, 2017

The Grind


 Eating to work, 
 Working to eat, 
 The same thing done, 
 The same day run,
 Only the date changes,
 In mockery of time. 

 The reason escapes, 
 The power of reason, 
 Finding an end to the means, 
 In the means to an end,
Seldom  catching one's breath, 
 In wondering why.

 The picture is painted, 
Upon the canvas, 
 Yet is the canvas contemplated, 
 By the painters hand? 
 Without the canvas, 
 Is there an image? 

 The fibers are grown, 
 In fields  flowing, 
 Rising from rain, 
 Harvested from pain, 
 Spun together, 
 To weave the fabric. 

 The paints are made, 
 From things of the earth, 
 Moistened and mixed, 
 Bottled and stored, 
 Yet without which, 
 No painting can form. 

 It is only through pain, 
 It is only through work, 
 That the backdrop is made, 
 Where magic can come, 
 Where the heart may express, 
 And miracles may run. 

 And such is our lives, 
 Within the daily grind, 
 For without this canvas, 
 For which we work, 
 No miracles could come, 
 From our acts of love. 

 Just like in the garden, 
 With patience and toil, 
 With sweat and heartbreak, 
 Life's miracle strikes, 
 New shoots do appear, 
 Then the blossoms do come. 

  What seems without meaning, 
 Supports the meaning of life, 
 Producing the moments, 
 Which are never forgotten, 
 Giving chance for the miracles, 
 That change now and forever. 

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The Quiet Before The Storm


 The dark clouds approached, 
 Like a freight train coming, 
 Riding a cold wind,
 Taking away the light, 
 Riding a cold wind,
 Taking away the sound. 

 The birds have stopped singing, 
 As they feel the monster, 
 Hiding behind the hills, 
 They feel it coming, 
 Hiding behind the hills, 
 They know it is there. 

 Rearing its head with a flash, 
 Lightning announces its presence, 
 Flooding the land with vengeance, 
 The monster releases its rage, 
 Flooding the land with vengeance, 
 As thunder embraces the heart. 

 The storms will come, 
 Taking away our strength, 
 Yet God brings us through them, 
 While building up our souls, 
 Yet God brings us through them, 
 Strengthening our hearts. 

 After the storm has passed, 
 We return to open the window, 
 To see the light stream through the clouds, 
 Bathing the land in color, 
 To see the lifestream through the clouds, 
 Rearranging beauty within the song.

 It is God who brings the storms, 
 Bringing energy back into life, 
 The rains come down upon us, 
 And wash away our tears,
 The rains come down upon us, 
 So we may come into full bloom.