Free to Fly

The heart is the source of truth,

A light which can be seen through the eyes,

The lamp that lights the world,

For love can never lie.

Many have lost their way,

Because the eyes could never see,

Turn to the source of truth,

The heart knows what can be.

Listen to the laugh of a child,

Free from illusions of the world,

The questions the child will ask,

Will lead to truth unfurled.

Take that child in hand,

Let that child’s love guide you,

Your heart will reawaken,

As that child walks beside you.

If love is letting go of fear,

Then fear is the result of pain,

Pain often leads to anger,

Then only the darkness will reign.

Love is the song of life,

Healing hearts willing to try,

Love overcomes all bonds,

Setting hearts free to fly.

Problems are the Path

 There is no easy road,

That provides a beautiful view,

There is no simple answer,

For the work we must do.

The trials come in life,

And leave us wondering why,

Yet what defines us in the end,

Are solutions that we try.

What comes to our hands easy,

Are the things that never last,

Our hearts define our souls,

Because problems are the path.

Trouble stops us on the way,

And we no longer want to try,

Problems presented to us,

Are opportunities to fly,

Dreams held within the heart,

Present problems to confound,

If the Wright brothers let that stop them,

We would still be on the ground.

What comes to our hands easy,

Are the things that never last,

Our hearts define our souls,

Because problems are the path.

We all need help to overcome,

That’s why we have each other here,

So many people and perspectives,

We should be glad that they are near.

When we pray to God for answers,

They hardly fall from the sky,

They come from the hearts and souls,

Of the people who are nearby.

What comes to our hands easy,

Are the things that never last,

Our hearts define our souls,

Because problems are the path.

With imaginary labels,

Lines are drawn in the sand,

Leaving us lonely,

Not a good plan.

We are in this thing together,

When push comes to shove,

Yet when fears are forsaken,

There is only love.

What comes to our hands easy,

Are the things that never last,

Our hearts define our souls,

Because problems are the path.