Eyes of the Wind

I wrote this inspired by the emotional performance of Dorota Osinska on "The Voice of Poland".  Dorota is nearly blind physically, but her endless scope of perspective can be heard through the vision of hear heart.  This is written for all of those who who see truly by seeing through the heart.

The notes are rising,

Carried in by the breeze,

Softly engaging,

The eyes of her heart,

Awakened by words,

No ears can hear,

The spirit speaks wisdom,

Which love will impart,

Her eyes see unclear,

As all of ours do,

For light passes through,

With so much unseen,

And to much to blind,

Yet the music is a door,

Her heart passes through,

All things and more,

In images come true,

A beauty beyond words,

Rises up within,

To great to contain,

Pouring forth in voice,

Speaks of joy and pain,

Tears come in sound,

Hearts lift from the ground,

With her soul as the key,

Through her voice we see,

The breeze lifts her song,

As she sees from within,

Gifting vision in her song,

She is the Eyes of the Wind.

Sky Country Spirit - Winner of the Lakeside Library Poetry Contest 2013

This was written for the Lakeside Poetry Contest of 2013 which asked adult entrants to write about cowboys.  I wrote to remind people today of the spirit they embraced and shared, and won the contest.  This is written for all the contestants, especially the students, who showed their spirit of bringing new ideas into life.  I was especially inspired by a blind student who wrote, entered, and showed the power of vision through the heart.  May we all embrace and share the Sky Country Spirit.

There was a time,

Of open spaces,

There was a breed,

Just see their faces,

Eyes that see forever,

Skin tempered by the weather,

Knowing freedom of the land,

Their lives in their firm hands,

They were one of a kind,

Men defining their time,

Riding hard with heart,

Sitting by the fire flame,

They were a breed apart,

Not one of them the same,

They lived on the edge,

Between man and wild,

When tamed by their hand,

Mustangs became mild,

An unspoken song,

Binding their hearts,

A truth unsaid,

Would never depart,

Upon their horses,

Beneath the sun,

The stuff of legend,

The West was won,

Though highways now cross,

The land which they rode,

And the cities we built,

Have become our abode,

Upon the mountain side,

I stand beside my bride,

And it never takes me long,

Before I hear their song,

You must be still to hear it,

And breathe Sky Country Spirit.

The Race of Freedom - (For the people who responded to the Boston Marathon attack - in or out of uniform.)

When the attack happened, strangers ran TOWARDS the danger, when there could have been more explosions, to help other strangers.  That is the truest picture of the American Spirit.

They ran forward,
Carrying our dreams,
They ran ahead,
Carrying our hearts,
They ran free,
Carrying inspiration,
As together by faith,
We stand in strength,
Sharing in joy,
Sharing in pain,
Sharing freedom’s song,

For our faith is strength,

Our strength is in love,

And love is the reason,
We will proceed,
We will provide,
We will prevail,
Together in freedom,
Together in courage,
Carrying their spirits,
In the Race of Freedom.

The Last Train Home

For Lester and Mina

We arrive at the station,

In much the same way,

With eyes wide open,

Nothing much to say,

Babies in arms,

With a world to know,

With our families,

We learn and grow.

We met them in travel,

Along the same path,

A brother and sister,

In love that would last,

Hands on our shoulders,

We walked through the years,

They shared in our laughter,

And comforted our tears.

With a large family,

They were blessed in life,

Mina with her husband,

And Lester with his wife,

Grandkids would learn,

Their wisdom and ways,

While sharing their joy,

In their older days.

We shared time and played,

Our dice games were a blast,

The conversations were warm,

With moments that would last,

On the waters we rested,

In the afternoon breeze,

Through all of life’s troubles,

A precious moment of ease,

We all heard the whistle,

Coming down the rails,

For God sends us his train,

When life’s strength does fail,

Taking one we love deeply,

From our of our sight,

To a place where love sings,

And we live in God’s light.

It is in life to be born,

And each life sees an end,

But this is only a junction,

And is never the end,

Though we must say goodbye,

We will never feel alone,

And reunite in Heaven,

On the last train home.