Unchanging

There was never a limit, 

 To the things you could do, 

 Swimming and biking, 

 Running and hiking, 

 My heart soared like an eagle, 

 To see life through your eyes. 

 We were always together, 

 Our hands embraced,

 Through rain or shine, 

 Throughout all time, 

 Your indomitable smile, 

 Became the song of my heart. 

 It was only a moment, 

 Your strength left you, 

 While I watched helpless, 

 Prognosis hopeless, 

 Heartbeat faltered, 

 With tears upon my soul. 

 We both ask why, 

 I see it in your eyes, 

 Tragedy with no sense, 

 Without mercy or recompense, 

 Yet i can mourn what is lost, 

 Or rejoice in what I have. 

 You cannot speak, 

 What needs no saying, 

 Our love burns ever brighter, 

  Undefeatable heart of a fighter, 

 One heart and soul forever, 

 Your voice sings within my heart. 

 Only the heart can see truly, 

 Your youth and beauty unchanged, 

 In spite of life’s confusion, 

 I lift the veil of illusion, 

 For you are the gift to my soul, 

 Forever in the hand of God. 

 Let His purpose be in our lives, 

 No matter how hard it seems, 

 Though I do not understand, 

 Our lives remain in His hand, 

 Our love unchanged burns true, 

 I will always rejoice in you. 

The Magic of Creation

The eyes behold the world,

And see a taste of reality,

Objects and trees,

Rivers of noise,

The normal and usual,

The product of choice.

The heart sees reality,

As a kingdom without end,

Fantasia with no borders,

Where imagination takes flight,

Just as the stars light the heavens,

Under the cover of night.

When the sun rises,

The heart may create,

For the things that love sees,

Take shape in our hands,

Becoming real in reality,

As part of God’s plan.

For all the things we create,

From the furnace of love,

Live on in forever,

A true delight in God’s sight,

For when His children create,

It brings Him delight.

When looking at what is,

See what it could be,

The eyes see the ordinary,

But the heart knows no limit,

For life is truly magical,

When you keep love in it.

The Open Door

Music is a language, 

 Understood without words, 

 Blowing through the trees, 

 With the voices of the birds, 

 And the warmth of the sun, 

 Burning from each heart,

 For in the furnace of love, 

 Music had it’s start. 

 Music is the mirror, 

 Of the magic of life, 

 One soul touches another, 

 And then the fire spreads, 

 Embers fly through the air, 

 Like the notes of sounds, 

 Once a heart is set on fire, 

    It is lifted from the ground. 

 The greatest music comes, 

 In what we do and what we say, 

 In doing good for one, 

 We touch many along the way, 

 Every heart we touch, 

 Will reach so many more, 

 The magic had it’s start, 

 Because you opened the door. 

From The Heart

Where is perfection found,

Outside of God above?

Within the human heart,

And through acts of love.

Miracles are not myths,

Belonging to long ago.

They are every day acts,

Which can set a heart aglow.

 What once seemed impossible, 

 Is seen in new light, 

 As doubts fade away, 

 And imagination takes flight. 

 Fear has no place, 

  Where love makes a stand, 

 It is the spark of creation, 

 In the heart of God’s plan. 

 It is the power of love, 

 Which makes bonds that do last, 

 A tapestry of souls, 

 From the future to the past.

 It is from the heart, 

 The best things are done, 

 It is this strength of love, 

 Which makes us all one. 

For Kristin - Do not publish

 You have walked down many roads, 

 And hard trails in life, 

 I have faced many hardships, 

 And have often dealt with strife, 

 Yep now we can face, 

 Any kind of weather, 

 Because the greatest gift I have known, 

 Is to walk this road together. 

 I have looked into your eyes, 

 As you look up at the stars, 

 And with the wind in your face, 

 As your gaze is set afar, 

 I have felt your every thought, 

 When there were no words to say, 

 And you truly know my heart, 

 In each and every way. 

 It is together we have fought,

 And together we do stand, 

 Every day in life, 

 We face hand in hand, 

 For there is no greater force,

 On earth or up above, 

 Then when we face each day together, 

 With the strength of love. 

 So on days that you feel weak,

 And you can hardly stand, 

 Just remember these true words, 

 You still hold my hand, 

 The strength of love will find you, 

 Flowing through my heart, 

 Though the heavens and earth may fade, 

 We will never part. 

Tears Upon the Clouds - For the Families and Loved Ones in Thousand Oaks

 

They walk among us,

Young smiles and faces, 

In all towns and places, 

Each from a story,

Each one a story,

In the tapestry of life.

Voices of laughter raised,

A song upon a heart,

A life within its start,

Interrupted abruptly,

Replaced with silence,

An empty place at the table.

Rooms filled with memories,

Pictures of acheivement,

Replaced with bereavement,

So fast without warning,

Voices lingering in the air,

Whispers upon the wind.

The angels look down in horror,

Stunned in disbelief,

Longing to give relief,

To the souls rising toward them,

As their tears fall below,

Raining upon the clouds.

Yet here we are in the day,

The sun rises through open doors,

The birds sing as before,

As if nothing below them has changed,

While we awake to a different world,

Without the ones we love.

Yet the power of love is intense,

Never appears as a pretense,

Never becoming past tense,

For their hearts beat on around us,

In the endless kingdom of Heaven,

Which knows no boundary or pain.

So let your hearts be an open window,

That the light of their lives shine through you,

The love of their hearts with in you,

So the good of each one becomes you,

Their voices present in life's song,

Embraced by our Father in Heaven.

The Reason For Song

 A song is not a rhythm, 

 Or words put into rhyme,

A song is not a pattern,

For feet to move in time,

It is the language spoken,

By each and every heart,

Where meaning finds it’s purpose,

And passion has its start.

The song is all around us,

With the birds in the trees,

It is heard by all the living,

Down to the crickets and the bees,

It is the sound of every heartbeat,

In time and all as one,

In the silent bonds of love,

Beneath the warmth of the sun.

So when your heart’s in darkness,

Or you’re alone within the night,

Remember these few words,

And hold on to the light,

In space there is no distance,

So no pain will go unshared,

Hear these words sung in your heart,

And you will know that I am there,

The Heart’s Open Door

When the crickets sing their ballad,

And the stars come fill the sky,

It can set a man’s heart soaring,

And never wondering why,

Because the mysteries of the mind,

Are fully known to the heart,

When passion joins these two as one,

Magic gets its start.

The clouds of doubt fall away,

When you look at me,

Without a word between us said,

Our hearts are set free,

A moment and a lifetime,

Become one and the same,

Time stops and forever comes,

Like a gentle summer rain.

From the streams down to the ocean,

Through the air up to the sky,

Falling down like life rain,

Or the teardrops from my eyes,

The energy of love,

Just comes around again,

Through the heart’s open door,

The secret of God’s plan.

Tears will come as they must,

Which is just life’s way,

To use our pain and sorrows,

For strength another day,

To lift another life up,

That is met along the way,

For God did not leave us,

To struggle on our own,

Every smile we see does say,

We were never left alone.

On this night together,

Beneath the same old stars,

There is never space between us,

You are never truly far,

And if faith is just the knowledge,

Of things we can not see,

Just shut your eyes and see inside,

Yours I will always be.

From the streams down to the ocean,

Through the air up to the sky,

Falling down like life rain,

Or the teardrops from my eyes,

The energy of love,

Just comes around again,

Through the heart’s open door,

The secret of God’s plan.

The Cost of Joy

 The scope of love is endless, 

 As is the human heart.

 There can be no true ending, 

 When one cannot find the start. 

 Yet free will is present, 

 Which makes love require a choice.

 No heart can be conquered,

 When the actions match the voice. 

  There is a key to happiness,
 No secret to employ.
Investing into other hearts,
 Is the cost of joy. 

 Joy is not entitled, 

 There are decisions and hard work. 

 The sweat of focused effort, 

 Behind every smile lurks.

 Because happiness can’t happen, 

 Unless it is desired. 

 For happiness is fueled, 

 From the heat of passion’s fire. 

  There is a key to happiness,
 No secret to employ.
Investing into other hearts,
 Is the cost of joy. 

 This is not a condition, 

 This is a way of life. 

 This is the bond of fire, 

 Between a man and wife.

 This is the gentle healing, 

 That cures each hurt and pain. 

 This is the way of life, 

 Which never leaves one the same. 

  There is a key to happiness,
 No secret to employ.
Investing into other hearts,
 Is the cost of joy.

 The path bears all the imprints, 

 Of legendary hearts. 

 All the nameless and the named, 

 To whom love did impart. 

 The meaning and the joys, 

 Of the endless song of living,

 The great effort towards this joy, 

Is to never stop giving.

  There is a key to happiness,
 No secret to employ.
Investing into other hearts,
 Is the cost of joy. 

Song of Silence

 Imagine a silence, 

 No waves of distraction, 

 Where colors become music, 

 Images become thought, 

 Thought becomes reality, 

 Forged by fires of inspiration, 

 Adding to the picture,

 Seen by other souls, 

 As they look upon reality, 

 With vision of the heart.

This forms the tapestry,
Where one life affects many,
Sepearate journeys intertwine,
Magic comes thorough courage,
 For no challenge is unshared,
  A hand will reach through the darkness,
 To guide the weary traveler,
 Who does not see the trail,
 Though he hears the silent song,
 Upon the winds of faith.

  The eyes may see new lands,
While the senses taste new joys,
 Broadening the mind,
 The only the heart can truly see,
 Beyond the chatters of distraction,
 The mystery of life,
 Shows in clues behind the eyes,
And markings on the stones,
Along with wonders in the sky,
Which words could never share.

When a dog is looking peacefully
Up into your eyes,
How much does he feel,
Of what most will never see?
It is upon this silent river,
Which souls forever sail,
Where souls impart their image,
Upon the hearts of all they meet,
Pushing back the boundaries,
Of Eternity.

Celebration

What is life?
 The sweet undefinable,
 Energy of love,
 Measured in breath.
 Souls upon a tapestry,
 Like clouds in the sky,
 With lightning between them,
 No beginning or end.

A door may open,
 A loved one steps through,
 When the door is closed,
 Becomes hidden from sight.
 Yet through vision of the heart,
 We can see that he is well,
 With joy in the garden,
 Standing in the light.

 The pain of our loss,
 Is from the tether of love,
 Tied to our hearts,
 From a soul unseen.
 Recognizing this truth,
 Is the proof of life eternal,
 Transforming our pain,
 To peace most serene.

 All of his words,
 All of the kindness,
 All of the actions,
  In us cause creation.
 Shining through our hearts,
 Into other lives,
 So that the magic continues,
Is cause for celebration.

Chemistry

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Upon our Anniversary, for you.


Magic is a simple thing,
  Wonders from combining flavors,
 Rain clouds from combining elements
  Love from combining hearts.
 This is simply chemistry,
 Bringing life rains from the sky,
 Bringing food from the earth,
 Bringing meaning to my heart.

 Life began to have meaning,
 When your heart joined with mine,
 With your hand in my hand,
 Your laughter filling my soul.

 Knowing what to say,
 Your words bring inspiration,
 Your touch a sweet sensation,
 Your eyes light up my soul.

 Always by my side
 In you forever young,
 Our song daily sung,
 For music never ends.

 Each lifetime is a moment,
 Each moment never ends,
 And when two lives become one,
 All boundaries disappear.

 We are surrounded by life stories,
 In the continuum of time,
 Chemistry of fire between us,
As the stars look down in wonder.

Ride The Wind

In the wild and the wind,

The sky has no boundaries,

A reflection of imagination,

Open and unlimited,

Painted by the rolling hills,

Thoughts separated by oceans,

Rearranged by storms of doubt,

And pierced with the sunlight of faith.

  Among the creatures of the earth,
 This truth is well known,
 They have no words to express,
 What cannot be expressed in words,
 Felt  beneath the wings below the clouds,
 Amidst the wonderous reefs of the oceans,
 Or within the clefts of the mountains,
 From which vision has no limits,
 And what cannot be expressed in words,
Is clearly seen through the eyes.

 Hear the heart is the only guide, 

 To fly free without restriction, 

 To swim deep without dimensions, 

 To know what words cannot speak of, 

 A song heard in the voice of the spirit, 

 Where feeling is the wisdom of truth, 

 Faith becomes the energy of life, 

 Souls join as one within the song, 

 For it is with your hand in mine, 

That I ride upon the wind.

Hall of Lights

 In the hall of lights, 

 Our souls convene, 

 Hearts collide in color, 

 Colors are the children of light, 

  A song of dance for the eyes, 

 Painted on the world by the heart, 

 Painted on each heart by others. 

 Words scratch the surface, 

 The deepest meaning is wordless,

 For the heart sings loud in silence,  

 In cultures on the river of time, 

 In unions where two souls become one, 

 For magic is a realm with no bounds, 

  Opened by the key of the heart. 

The luster of diamonds and gold, 

 Just symbols in the earth of treasure, 

 The warmth of gold  just a shadow, 

 Of the heat transferred between hearts, 

 The brilliance of diamonds just symbols, 

 Of light from each soul in the dark,

Shining against the backdrop of forever.

 In the ocean of life, 

 We are sailors on a journey, 

 Our differences made one by the ship, 

Different roles keep the ship on course,

Storms rearranging the sky,

Our hearts keep our hands strong,

On our course to the Promised Land.

Stones of Fire

The simplicity of magic,

Is joining passion with persistence,

Never giving up,

Makes imagination real.

The first essential need,

Bringing magic into life,

A non-negotiable term,

It is the skill to feel.

To feel is not entitled,

It is a skill to be honed,

A stone requiring polish,

Each and every day.

It’s glory comes through pain,

Made more precious through the fire,

Adding beauty to the world,

In a very special way.

Along the way are stones,

Each a different color,

Catching the light of God,

Creating a rainbow through love.

A precious stone enfolded,

Within gray rock of the earth,

Requires free will sparks of change,

To capture the glorious light from above.

With many colored gemstones,

Beneath the sun’s rays,

Each one will reflect,

A different hue of fire.

Let our feelings reflect,

God’s perfect light above,

Through the colors of our gifts,

And love will take it higher.

Beyond Words

 When words fail, 

 The song prevails through silence, 

 The unconveyed becomes clear, 

 Where the heart takes charge, 

 Between the space of thoughts, 

 Where the soul sees through the eyes. 

 Behind each set of eyes, 

 Lies a soul that is eternal, 

 With a light seeing untold stories, 

 Triumphs and tragedies unimagined, 

 And a single word can have the power, 

 To lead that soul towards light or darkness. 

 For those who seem great are simply actors, 

 While the  unseen souls are truly great, 

  As strength is not in the display of power, 

  But lies in how someone uses his weakness, 

 Knowing that there is only one truly strong, 

 He who holds all of our lives in His hand. 

 The true treasures found on earth, 

 Are the smiles one collects from others, 

 Instilling a moment of joy, 

 Which can create a lifetime of hope, 

 For sending light through a chain of souls, 

 Is life‘s meaning beyond words. 

Touch

You can jump across the universe,

 In one synapse of the mind. 

 You can mold a new reality, 

 With the clay of space and time. 

 The walls between dimensions, 

 Do not amount to much. 

 Crossing from one to the other, 

Requires the power of touch.

The gap between impossibles,

Is breached through the touch of love.

The dead become the living,

From Heaven’s power above.

The forgotten become the changers,

Which were never considered as much,

Miracles become common place,

Through the heart of touch.

From creation to destruction,

Is bridged through the force of fear.

One second’s choice irrevocable,

When anger comes so near.

 Yet creation can spark from nothing,

And it does not require much,

From passion was born reality,

Through the power of touch.

Our two hearts come together,

Our souls touch through the lips.

Our life blood flows as one,

Through the fingertips.

With your hand in mine,

I hear the song of life as such.

Forever unfolds before us,

Through the power of touch.

Know Where You’re Going

Knowing where you’re going,

Takes knowing where you’ve been.

Life has a beginning,

But it never truly ends.

You don’t need fortune tellers,

To see around the bend.

Knowing where your going,

Requires knowing where you've been.

There are so many pathways,

To undiscovered lands.

Leading us to oceans,

Or to the desert sands.

Yet the secret to survival,

Down any of life’s roads.

Is never loosing who you are,

Wherever you may go.

Sometimes you will find,

One who has lost his way.

It is easy to loose directions,

Then forget to stop and pray.

Yet we all have a power,

Given from the Lord above.

Which will help a wayward traveler,

Through the gift of love.

Knowing where you're going,

Is knowing who you are.

Never let this go,

And you always will go far.

Let the stars at night remind you,

Life’s magic never ends.

When you know where you’re going,

By knowing where you’ve been.

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

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. 

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. 

 Upon the mountain, 

 Truth becomes clear, 

 Seeing forever, 

 As forever is shown, 

 Seeing mountains, 

  Both far and near, 

 While in the valleys, 

 Shadows are known, 

 For in the valleys, 

 The hills close by,

 Conceal the horizon, 

 To the eye,

 Yet from on the mountain, 

 Truth prevails, 

 And what limits sight,

 Is only a veil, 

 For all is transparent, 

 Through which hearts see,

 Limiting the heart, 

 To infinity. 

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. 

The Nexus of Magic

When passion meets imagination,

Magic is created,

For the heart can see what isn’t,

Then bring it to reality,

Providing strength to overcome,

Giving birth from love.

From your human hands,

Miracles are created,

For human hands are weak,

Where God’s hands never fail,

Yet when love flows through hearts,

 We can do anything.

 Patience is the key,
 Which opens the door to power,
 As true power is not for the one,
 It is for lifting the souls of many,
 Though great ones have carried this fire,
 Anyone can light the flame.

 Our paths do cross and bind,
 Through this tapestry of time and space,
 Creating ideas that never die,
 For all reality is just ideas,
 Crossing the bridge of love from the heart,

Where Words Fail

 The heart speaks a language, 

 Unfettered by words,

 Which confine possibilities, 

 To the limits of the tongue.

 The heart is unlimited, 

 Beyond the bounds of senses, 

 Seeing magnificence magnified, 

 Knowing who we truly are. 

 True vision first begins, 

 With the eyes fully shut,

 So the heart may convey clearly, 

 What the eyes will later find. 

 Our eyes will never see, 

Beauty in it’s fullness,

 For the greatest beauty in life, 

 Is hidden from plain sight. 

 There are places we may go, 

 Where the words stop flowing, 

 Where our hearts start speaking, 

 Unrestrained and in truth. 

 May words convey the wordless,

  As you look up from these words, 

 And you look into your heart, 

 Seeing life anew.