Thursday, December 14, 2017

Symphony Lane

This song came to me in a dream Ewa, and I could not wait
to write it down for you and the love you always bring me.
Through tree covered forests,
Or forests of buildings.
On lands full of life,
Between living seas.
In pages of chapters,
Which cover my story,
With heart open wide,
To all that I see.

You always walk with me,
With your hand in my hand.
You always walk with me,
When I seem alone.
I am not alone,
Your heart beats within me,
Sharing my music,
Your heart is my home.

Symphony lane,
Your notes are my footsteps.
Throughout my heart,
Your song fills my mind.
Sweetest refrain,
I walk past your doorsteps.
Homes filled with memories,
Through life sublime.

I knew you before,
My eyes ever saw you.
I knew you before,
And I was not alone.
I knew of your score,
In the sound around me,
You taught me of beauty,
In all of her tones.

Your eyes spoke of wisdom,
My heart never knew of,
Your eyes speak of wisdom,
With words untold.
Your eyes shine of love,
Binding my world together,
It is through your love,
Which my life unfolds.

Symphony lane,
Your notes are my footsteps.
Throughout my heart,
Your song fills my mind.
Sweetest refrain,
I walk past your doorsteps.
Homes filled with memories,
Through life sublime.

You chose to walk with me,
Though I was not worthy,
You chose to walk with me,
Through all of my pain.
You chose to sing through me,
Of what never changes,
Your song does flow through me,
Again and again.

My heart is on fire,
Held fast by your soul.
My heart is on fire,
In this passion flow.
For life is a fire,
Igniting all voices,
Such light is for sharing,
With all whom I know.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Heritage - For the Victims of the Shootings in Las Vegas

 If each one of us has the power to change the world, 
then when one person is lost the world changes. 

 They pierce us with their anger, 
 And we grow stronger. 
 We  bleed the souls of loved ones, 
 Yet we are whole. 

 The lives which have passed, 
 Live on through our hearts. 
 Their song,
 Their smiles, 
 Their meaning, 
 Their voices, 
 Living on through love. 

 While dark hearts lift their swords, 
 Politicians lift agendas,
 Never realizing the truth,
Not realizing reality,
 Without love there is hatred, 
 Without faith there is no love, 
 Without God there is no faith, 
 Hope is stripped away. 

 I will light my candle for love, 
 Hold it high for the souls of the fallen, 
 Hold it true for the hearts of the families, 
 For each life is like a star, 
 To bring forth a universe of stars, 
 And when one is taken from the Earth,
 So is a universe of descendants.

 Let us hold onto each other, 
 Living for life, 
 Living for love, 
 Living for God, 
 That we may remember our loved ones, 
By losing no more.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017


 The night provides the canvas,
Where we may paint our dreams,
 The day provides the stage,
  Where we may make them real.
 The heart provides the strength,
 To make all things come true,
 It all depends on what we truly feel.

 Love dispels the illusion,
That we are prisoners of time,
 Time only measures what will change.
Change will only alter,
Things not truly real,
 Yet all that truly matters,
  Our hearts have the power torearrange.

 The world tells us to gather,
 More unto ourselves,
 A path that only leads to pain,
 With a void that can't be filled,
 Whereas giving to other souls,
  Is a true eternal investment,
And all of what we get is truly gain.

 The pain that love can bring,
 Only comes with separation,
 For one heart cannot go two separate ways,
  Each feels the other half,
 For the tether never breaks,
 As even death holds no power,
Love stretches far beyond the end of days.

 The world is full of lies,
 All of the shadows hides deceptions,
 As the darkness tries to hide what is true,
 Yet the darkness grants us rest,
 Though the birds sing in their dreams,
 And our spirits travel the stars,
 For the truth is I am always loving you. 

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Silverwood Songs

 For  Noah Paley and his inspiration, 
From one heart to another.

 Endless seas, 
 Open skies, 
 Rolling dunes, 
 Weathered eyes, 
 On village doors, 
His songs play,
To tell us more.

 On this beach, 
 We fell in love, 
 With waves below, 
 And gulls above, 
 As his hand played, 
 On ageless strings, 
 He found the song, 
 Which our hearts sing. 

 A song does fly, 
 Unfettered wings, 
 Through any storm, 
 Such peace it brings, 
 The rhyme brings joy, 
 From face to face, 
 With power to cross, 
 Both time and space. 

 These songs of sand, 
 That bound our souls, 
 Inspire our hearts, 
 And keep us whole,
 The song of life, 
 Does us surround, 
 The notes we add,
 Form common ground. 

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Where the Wolves Sing

 From the Woodlands, 
 Ancient eyes, 
 Within the Woodlands, 
 Ancient souls, 
 Moving in silence, 
 The wind sings their song, 
 Moving emotion, 
 Their thoughts are their feelings, 
 Creatures of wisdom, 
  As they mate for life, 
 Creatures of wisdom, 
 Their treasure is each other, 
 A lesson we have forgotten, 
 In chasing our illusions, 
 But to feel your way back, 
 Look into their eyes. 

 They seek to live, 
Life is their reward,
 Only to live, 
 To be part of the magic, 
 Life's pulse in the Woodlands, 
 Racing with the wind, 
 Unconfined by the flesh,
 Racing with the wind, 
 Their souls cannot be bound, 
 Feel them without your fears, 
 And they will respect you, 
 Feel them without your fears, 
 Let your soul race with their wind, 
 Learn to live by the heart, 
 Which is the source of true vision, 
 Where the wolves sing in wisdom, 
 In the circle of life. 

Saturday, July 22, 2017

The Patient Heart

 In  the ocean of spirits, 
 We found a heart. 
 In the sea of life, 
  We found a soul. 
 Following the wind, 
 We followed the calling. 
 For only when exploring, 
 Can you find home. 

 In speaking of science, 
 In speaking of living, 
 In speaking of loving, 
 We spoke the truth. 
 In the bonds of laughter, 
 In the bonds of friendship, 
  In the bonds of faith, 
 Finding freedom of youth. 

 Time took a backseat, 
 Because Earth is the stage, 
 Where we might add, 
 Good things to Heaven.
 For each soul is endless, 
 But the heart sees forever, 
 Then the moment stood still, 
 For time is illusion. 

 We watched as she listened, 
 We listened as she spoke,
 Each chance to gain more, 
 Being nothing but joy, 
 What is to long for, 
 What is to live for, 
What is to love for,
 We are faith is employed.

 Kindred spirits,
 Who found soulmates, 
 From each other, 
 Will not depart, 
 It all begins, 
 From choosing joy, 
 This is the wisdom, 
 Of the patient heart. 

Sunday, July 2, 2017


 How high is up, 
 And how far is away? 

What is not seen  first in the heart, 
 Is seldom found with the mind, 
 Scope has no limit,
 Except within the mind, 
 For the eyes can see barriers, 
 While the heart can see forever, 
 Yet even the universe, 
 Has no visible boundaries. 

 Where are the boundaries, 
 When things are unseen? 

Beneath the surface reflections,
Lie the depths of unseen truth.
 Here the eyes lose  authority, 
 And the way must be felt, 
 For touch can go far, 
 But only with the physical, 
 While the treasure of reality, 
 Lies beyond our fingertips.

 Is travel possible, 
 Without the need to move? 

 Motion is just an attempt, 
 To deal with the illusion of distance, 
  While we move in our futility,
 Hawking explores the universe, 
 As the knowledge of his condition, 
 Inspired exploration with his mind, 
 For the love within his heart, 
 Gave him the strength to persevere. 

 What is the mystery of love, 
 Which time has not unraveled? 

 Love manifests in reality, 
 Through the action of creation, 
 Love breaches the gates of Hell,
 Through the sacrifice of desires, 
 Love voids the power of death, 
 Through the joining of souls, 
 For a day not exploring love, 
 Truly is a day wasted. 

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. 

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Moments in Time

  Moments  have beginnings, 
 But they do not have endings, 
 For we return to them, 
 Through heart's doorway,
 Where our souls walk through that garden, 
 Over and over again. 

 We draw from these moments, 
 Composing our own futures, 
 Bringing light from other souls, 
 We have encountered in the past, 
 To people they have not met, 
 Along our present paths.

 Moments are a currency,
 With value beyond measure, 
 The value of  eternity, 
 Counted out in pocket change, 
 Yet to spare someone a nickel, 
 Is value beyond measure. 

 Life is a mosaic, 
 A great tapestry of souls, 
 Endless image of moving magic, 
 For art is of free will, 
 To choose colors of joy or pain, 
 And then lift the brush to others. 

 For who can buy a moment, 
 Or add one second to a day? 
 For the chances here on Earth,
 Will not come again, 
 Yet as opportunities to love, 
 They compose the magic of forever. 

 Time is a reflection, 
 Of many sparks of life, 
 In this continuum of change, 
 With our joy we rearrange, 
 Through love's indomitable power, 
 Life's meaning is fulfilled. 

Thursday, March 30, 2017


The music I hear is timeless, 
 As is your love, 
 Sitting in a café this morning, 
 It is 1943 to my ears, 
 Yet my heart knows no years, 
 Though my eyes say you are far, 
 And the date is really today, 
 You are close with me forever, 

 The sun rose as before, 
 As it always seems to do, 
 To the birds a day like others, 
 To me it is fresh and new, 
 Because I always have you, 
 There is never an end to joy,
 Hardship is only an illusion, 
 For love is all that is real, 

 The leaders will always follow, 
 The paths set for them before, 
 The papers play there lonely games, 
 Yet he who follows his heart, 
 Will never have strength depart, 
 The chaos may rule the day, 
 Peace will rule over his soul, 
 Flowing from the heart of God, 

 I dance with you through time, 
 The illusion bringing order to space, 
 That we may comprehends our lives, 
 Though time has no beginning or end, 
 And love through all transcends, 
 As this song of life binds souls,
 With meaning no words can describe, 
 Though I dance it with you night and day, 

Friday, March 24, 2017

Trying Not to Write

 I succeeded,
 I did not write a thing! 
 And I always write something, 
 On the walk, 
 Or in the café, 
 For in life, 
 There is too much to share, 
 Should I stop, 
 Or do I even dare? 
 It keeps on unfolding, 
 This thing we call life, 
 Through times of joy, 
 Even in trial or strife,
 For to stop is a sin, 
 And a new day begins, 
 There is more to do and say, 
 Even in the same places, 
 Even with the same faces, 
 For whom in time and space, 
 Has ever defined life? 
 I keep trying, 
 And I keep writing, 
 Even in this effort not to write, 
 And people keep living, 
 And keep giving, 
 And loving, 
 In the day and in the night, 
 And so this is my effort, 
 Trying not to write. 

Thursday, March 23, 2017


 Time given, 
 An action done, 
 Words spoken, 
 A battle won,
 With love required, 
 There is a cost, 
 To make a change, 
 From battles lost, 
 Results not seen, 
 Still may come, 
 For things go forth, 
 From where they come, 
 And acts of love, 
 Have the best start, 
 For where they come, 
 Is from the heart, 
 And other lives, 
They often change,
 For energy, 
 Will rearrange, 
 And change of course, 
 Others will voice, 
  Changing perspective, 
 Is freedom of choice, 
 Though from a cost, 
 Comes all things nice, 
 They would not be,
 Without sacrifice. 

Tuesday, March 21, 2017


 We live what we know, 
 We know what we live. 
 We show what we are, 
 We are what we give. 
 Our words are a power, 
 The power to make free. 
 Unleashing what it is, 
 And all it can be. 
 For faith is a river, 
 To see what may seem.
 Making dreams into reality, 
 For all once was dreamed. 
 The land of make-believe, 
 Is of concrete and steel. 
 All reality is of heart, 
 For the heart is what's real. 
 If the soul does have wings, 
 Then this is what they are. 
 Keeping us in flight, 
 And carrying us far. 
 We lineup in procession, 
 To where we don't know. 
 We begin every morning, 
 And all day we just go. 
 In losing the meaning, 
 Of why we have begun, 
 We have lost our true joy, 
 We have forgotten about fun. 
 Not just a joke, 
 To make the day light, 
 But the attitude of joy, 
 From which fear takes flight. 
 This takes a faith,
 In something unending,
 For when all stands against us, 
 We need someone unbending,
 For we all make mistakes, 
 Because weakness is odd, 
 There is one who is perfect, 
 And that someone is God. 
 He will not stand before us, 
 To prove he is true. 
 When we live faith we prove him, 
 In what we say and do. 
 His  presents shows clearly, 
 With no reason to doubt, 
 He has signature results, 
 In how things work out. 
 In restoring the meeting, 
 And the joy back to life, 
 One must step from the darkness, 
 From confusion to light. 
 And then the blind can see, 
 For sight is from the heart, 
 We have never been alone, 
 God was there from the start. 

Friday, March 17, 2017


The heart is a river, 
 Through which creation flows, 
 Words and actions done, 
 Blow through the air like leaves, 
 Person to person, 
 From each blows many, 
 Affecting lives around them, 
 Through joy or through pain. 

 For just a single word, 
 Can inspire a life of confidence, 
  A choice from freedom of will, 
 To lead a life of peace, 
 Not in worry about others, 
 Knowing God has all in hand, 
 Others feeling this strength in turn, 
 Reciprocating joy and peace. 

 For free will is the key, 
 Unlocking beauty of the heart, 
 As the artist must be willing, 
 To pick up his or her brush, 
 To choose a palette of joy, 
 Field with the colors of life, 
 From the heart then flows a picture, 
 Either of pain or of joy. 

 For just a smile given to one, 
 Is often seen by many, 
 And turn one of those souls, 
 From a darkened day, 
 Who would have planted seeds, 
 Of anger from her pain, 
 Turning many hearts to darkness,
 And one smile brings light again. 

 Every moment is a universe, 
 And every decision a timeline, 
 Affecting time and space, 
 From free will in just one place, 
 An action or a word of love, 
 Spreading light like a fire, 
 For transference is a power, 
 Bringing meaning back to life. 

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Only Connecting

 Cars stream by on the morning rush
 Some different and some the same, 
 Yet the seagulls fly over as always. 

 Buildings will rise and then they fall, 
 Businesses come and they go, 
 Yet I hear the birds like all days.

 Upon my hill the day remains, 
  Within the peace of nature's embrace, 
 For some things will never change. 

 With new tools in our hands, 
 We  miss this joy  from the world, 
 In our efforts to rearrange. 

 The eyes that pass by me,
 They have lost their true fire, 
 Which the spark of a smile can ignite. 

 Looking down from the world, 
 Through their data in hand, 
They are lost in digital light.

 All lives must come, 
 And all lives will go, 
 Yet one thing remains the same. 

 Our humanity is gained, 
 Through the energy we spend, 
 In sharing our joy and our pain. 

 Through what the day brings, 
 And no matter what comes, 
 To one thing we must hold dear. 

 Only lives do matter, 
 Only souls last forever, 
 Only connecting does bring cheer. 

Thursday, March 9, 2017


 In space there is no distance, 
 Since in physics there is no size, 
 All held in perspective, 
 Through the illusions we hold dear. 
 For the planets are a step away, 
 Depending on your size, 
 While depending on your perspective, 
 A moment can last forever. 

 We are mostly empty space, 
 As is the space between us, 
 If all of this forms one whole, 
 Can we truly be apart?
 In the eyes of the bird behind me, 
 I am truly at a distance, 
 But if seen through the heart, 
 Would I then be close at hand? 

 I cannot now see you, 
 With the eyes within my face, 
 As the physical perception, 
 Would place you nowhere near. 
 And yet the vision of the heart, 
 Shows reality's true being, 
 For when I close my eyes, 
 You are always here. 

 The air of space between us, 
 Is but a different form of energy, 
  Displaced through force of love, 
 I draw you close and near. 
 For love knows no bounds, 
 And is overcome by nothing, 
 So the power of separation, 
 Falls faint onto the ground. 

 This is the power of attraction, 
 The force of love's true will, 
 Never failing or faltering, 
 Between souls far and near. 
 For God lives between and through us, 
 Drawing all good things to us, 
 From our feet up through the star dust,
 Why I always feel you near. 

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

The Song Unending

  The cards are dealt,
He sees his hand, 
It is not what he hoped for, 
 Nor what he planned. 
 You don't know what you get, 
 But you do what you should, 
 And you hope for the best, 
 That things turn out good. 

 Being healthy and strong, 
 It was an underhand below, 
 A diagnosis from hell, 
 Bringing him down low. 
  Then with a nonverbal child, 
 And more stress on the plate, 
 His wife fled the fire, 
 Being too much to take. 

Yet there is faith in his heart,
With your song in the air,
Lifting his soul on the wind,
Endings never begin,
Heaven breathing within,
Music takes him there.

God's voice is a sound,
Beyond my human ear,
Yet with beauty in the air,
I know he is near.
For each song that's sung,
Is just a segment that's spliced,
When it all comes together,
It is the song of life.

 When things happen good, 
 Or terribly wrong, 
 It takes no ear, 
 To pick up this song. 
 The music reminds, 
 Of the song that is true,
 To hear in the spirit, 
 Our flesh cannot do. 

Yet there is faith in my heart,
With your song in the air,
Lifting my soul on the wind,
Endings never begin,
Heaven breathing within,
Music takes me there. 

 And so we go to the concerts, 
 And so we dance in the park, 
 And so we turn on the radios, 
 And so we exercise the heart. 
 And so I hear it in the sunrise, 
 And so I feel it in the rain, 
 And so I bring it in this silence, 
 So you may hear it once again. 

There is faith in the heart,
With The Song in the air,
Lifting souls on the wind,
Endings never begin,
Heaven breathing within,

Music takes us there.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Not For Sale

 Inspired buy the song "This House is Not For Sale"  and the powerful message John Bon Jovi gave through it. 

 Not for sale, 
Our lives and hearts, 
 Through fire or flame, 
 Through joy or pain, 
 With souls awake, 
 A brand-new start. 

 Without our fear, 
 New race begun, 
 Though far or near, 
 All come who hear, 
 In silent words, 
 This song is sung.

 Through music path, 
 And sounds of light, 
 The artist's brush, 
 With heartfelt rush, 
 Souls join  in song, 
Artist's delight.

 For some will watch, 
 As others do, 
 With image change, 
 Hands rearrange, 
 With life in motion, 
 World is renewed. 

 Through pain in trial, 
 Strength fades away, 
 Hope lost from doubt, 
 Never truly without, 
 For with our eyes closed,
There is still light of day.

 Nothing overcomes, 
In any scale,
 The sheer force of love, 
 Through hearts from above, 
 Death stands in fear, 
Battle to no avail,

Our souls not for sale.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Upon This Street

 Upon the street, 
 Cars are racing in haste, 
 Schedules being kept, 
 Against the racing clock, 
 And endless circle of change, 
 Folding back upon itself, 
 Bringing repetition's reward, 
 Beneath this unchanging sky, 
 With birds reminding me of truth, 
 As I walk upon the street. 

 Upon the street, 
 Sign posts of the present, 
 Coffee cups and fender chunks, 
 Within the sparkle of broken glass, 
 Bumper stickers of thoughts past, 
 Amidst hearts asleep racing, 
 Wearing a rubber stamped expression, 
 Though some are truly awake, 
 Burning like stars with in the night, 
 Upon the street. 

 Upon the street, 
 With helicopter overhead, 
 I walk  above the sidewalk, 
 Being careful not to touch, 
 With Disturbia undisturbed, 
 Alone with in my footsteps, 
 I have never walked alone, 
 For souls know no separation, 
And God is ever present,
 And God is ever present, 
 Upon the street. 

 Upon this street,
 Rainwater casts reflections, 
 Held by the blackened pavement, 
 Showing trees and sky above, 
 As does the face that smiles, 
 Reflecting joys of heaven, 
 Contagious seeds of faith, 
 Taking root in other souls, 
 Growing trees of life and meaning, 
 Upon this street. 

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

The Circle

 Love gives birth to wisdom, 
 As Job loved life beyond measure, 
 With millennia till planets were seen,
 He said the Earth was hung upon nothing. 

 Wisdom gives birth to love, 
Knowing the narrow balance of conditions,
 Within which we walk and breathe, 
 Creates love for the miracle of life. 

 Allowing our souls to connect, 
 Carrying sound through the air,
Bringing words to the heart,
In the energy of love.

 Wisdom and love bring sorrow, 
 When the heart becomes awakened, 
 Nothing may remain hidden, 
 Deepening the awareness of being. 

 Sorrow brings the coming of joy, 
 For the living heart will seek it, 
 Creating from deepened appreciation, 
 Adding fullness to the song of life. 

 Love is endlessly strengthened, 
 In the circle larger than reality, 
 Transcending death and life, 
 Beyond thoughts the mind can know. 

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Upon The Mountain

 Upon the mountain, 
 Heartbeats rising, 
 Souls in sunset, 
 Amidst  love's wonder, 
 Where spirits dance, 
 Within life's song, 
 Upon the mountain. 

  Our lives converge, 
 As we seek to be loved, 
 Walking trails of tranquility, 
 Though the dark clouds  come, 
 For as storms rearrange, 
 Love shields the heart, 
 Upon the mountain. 

 Within the town, 
 Through broken glass, 
 We glimpse the past, 
 With presence in the present, 
 As we discover ourselves, 
 And lift our pain to Heaven,
 Upon the mountain. 

 Time's illusion fades fast, 
Within places without time,
Walking the trail of no words,
Where past souls meet with present,
To overlook the view of eagles,
To see the view as from Heaven,
Upon the mountain.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Endless Sunrise

 I have had many things, 
 Which come in pretty boxes, 
 To find new homes on shelves, 
 And lead quiet peaceful lives. 

 Things can be touched, 
 And they do fade, 
 Becoming only objects, 
 Lost within the moment. 

 You are beauty, 
 And came not in a box, 
 A gift of pure love, 
 Over and over again. 

 For each moment with you, 
 A gift within itself,
 Lives not upon a shelf, 
 But sings forever in my heart. 

 For the spirit is not out of here, 
 And it knows no end or beginning, 
 Neither do your moments, 
 Fade within my soul.

 Each moment adding to me, 
 As I add mine to you, 
 More amazing every day, 
 Four in you I am whole.

 With in each other we dance, 
 In the end was home of heart, 
As God rejoices in our song,
 Of what is and is to be. 

 For there is no greater freedom, 
 Then within the bonds of love, 
 For the soul has endless sunrise, 
 Through what the heart can always see.