What Is

Where is what is,

When we are blinded by the night,

Only seeing what is present,

In today’s sunlight?

Yesterday is hidden,

From the perception of our eyes,

While today is but a moment,

Underneath the passing skies.

We leave our homes each morning,

To battle windmills in the fields,

Though we can not see them,

Our homes remain real.

We find our homes again,

At the start of every night,

Though not visible in the distance,

They are found by faith’s light.

God‘s vision does not need,

The suns imperfect rays,

All our days are clear before him,

His heart sees clear always.

Our hearts feel those gone before,

As if they were here today,

For the truth through time’s illusion,

Is they never went away.

Standing on this ancient ground,

Where the Padres raised their prayers,

Their voices heard with ours,

For the mission is still there.

All things past and future,

Are seen as one from up above,

And time’s illusion falls away,

When we see through love.

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.

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. 

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.

The Dream

A face appearing,

A gentle touch,

Not to the fingers,

And upon the heart,

Here within the timeless,

A second is forever,

Here with your heart,

Beating within mine,

A reflection of Heaven,

Resting beyond change,

Where time is absurdity,

And love binds all to one,

For in the waking world,

Of fears and illusions,

Chasing ghosts of promise,

Our tears will come forth,

Yet a tear becomes a lens,

Bending the light of darkness,

Breaking the light of illusion,

Bringing truth unto the heart,

For God made these lenses,

Water to join with others,

A binding between our hearts,

Fused by fire of His love,

The dream then becomes real,

As the world becomes illusion,

With our souls held safe eternal,

By His hand above.

Tomorrow Unto Yesterday

This is about death which should not be feared, as it is a part of life.  With cancer a person loses the desire to eat or drink, can often clearly recall people from long ago, and can have sudden bursts of energy with the desire to take care of things.  This is tomorrow combining with yesterday.

Many people have commented on news reports of the passing of David Bowie with touching personal accounts as they find reasons to keep fighting for each day, and keep fighting for each other, in the name of love.  Many cite David's efforts to record his final album in spite of his condition to give a parting gift to his fans around the world, while he kept doing the thing that defined him.  All of this is about love which is also timeless.  If love is timeless, and the defining truth of life, then death is truly an illusion.

 Hunger is but a passing thought,
Thirst visits me no more,
I hear life's song from the street,
Through my open door.

Memories flood my living soul,
Of what people once did say,
From faces long before these thoughts,
Who were from another day.

So much to do was never done,
And yet there is so much more,
Yet all I can foresee to do,
Has all been done before.

Then strength does fill me fresh anew,
As strength did fill me when,
There was so much more of life to do,
That I may rise again.

Yet love's sunrise will never set,
As God's heart shines on to me,
For Life's love song does never rest,
It is sung eternally.

Piercing of The Veil

 Energy, which can neither be created or destroyed, is known to 

have the potential of piercing through our physical reality to others recognized

by physics or theoretical physics.  Likewise, love is an energy which may pierce

through the physical world to the spiritual.  This has been felt by people of 

faith throughout time since the greatest act of love not only pierced the veil,

but tore it in half.

This world is an illusion,

Just a veil before our eyes,

A persistent illusion for certain,

As Einstein himself once described,

For he told us all matter is energy,

Atoms being mostly empty space,

Confirming a truth about love,

Which Jesus once spoke in this place.

Jesus said what we do for others,

Are things being done unto Him,

For this convincing veil of reality,

With love becomes paper thin,

When this energy pours from the heart,

Actions of love will pierce through,

To God creating life from the start,

Confirming what is real and true.

When the piercing comes from His hand,

We see miracles occur in our lives,

For His magic flows through our weak hands,

What seemed impossible comes true in our eyes,

We may feel lost past the veil in the darkness,

Though the stars confirm truth in the night,

For fear is the illusion in darkness,

The clear truth is we are found in His light.

The great gift you can give in living,

Is the gift given without regard to your pain,

When you reach out in spite of your sufferings,

The life He pours upon you is gain,

For God’s own Son took joy in His suffering,

Saving our lives being the result of the plan,

Tearing the dark veil between God and us,

Through the piercing love placed in His hands.

Stories

 

These words came into my heart as I walked down a hill from Kaiser after visiting someone I love.

I went to see the old man,

He was sleeping in his room,

The nurse was busy outside,

I walked slow to his side,

Hand shaking under the sheets,

And stories inside his soul.

I wished I could touch his heart,

Lay my hand upon his soul,

For souls are made of stories,

As bodies are made of atoms,

And hearts are made of feeling,

And I wished I could feel his stories,

Life and memories to span the sky,

As I stand still upon the ground.

Stories compose each soul,

Tied together by free will,

As we create cosmic points of decision,

For the decision to follow a leaf,

Blowing through a park,

Can lead a man to kindred soul,

Together finding love,

They form a quantum timeline,

And reality changes around them,

Departed from separate paths,

As together they brighten the world.

And so the world exists,

A temporal mirror of forever,

Where we find meaning together,

In the complimentary grip of time,

For as light exists in waves and particles,

Time exists in positions and speed,

And within it we map out destiny,

Riding upon waves of space,

With sails full of love,

As the stars sing out our song,

Leading everywhere towards our hearts.

Each Life a Universe

 I wrote this for a friend of ours who just lost her mother.

Time is a mystery,

As moments pass into days,

Days pass into years,

Years fade into moments,

In the blink of an eye.

Lives within the mystery,

Are born in the sunrise,

Roam the fields and rivers,

Changing every day,

Then ascending to the sky.

Mystery is revealed,

When we turn away from sight,

Looking only with the heart,

Gazing into truths,

Which the eye cannot see.

For every life that was,

And every life that is,

Is part of life forever,

Bound by heart together,

Was and is to be.

Entwined in all of our days,

Her love woven through words,

Knitted strong in her actions,

The fabric of our lives,

From the thread of her soul.

She feels our moments now,

As we feel all her moments then,

Time faced in truth as an illusion,

God’s plan dispelling confusion,

In His love we are made whole.

Take My Hand

I wrote this for Madison Holleran in her memory back in 2015, after she jumped off of a parking garage near her school and ended her life.  In memory of her and others like her, none of us should pass an opportunity to reach in when another soul is reachinguu out and crying for help.  We are here for each other.

I saw you smile on the corner,

Just the other day,

It seemed you had the world in hand,

But your eyes had more to say.

You showed the world your best side,

Though you just wanted to cry,

And felt your soul could have freedom,

If only you could fly.

You think it all fell apart,

You think life will not stand,

You think you could not take the heat,

You did not have a plan.

Don’t say a word,

Don’t turn around,

Don’t walk away…

Just take my hand.

You asked the world to see you,

Because you are not feeling whole,

Their eyes are focused in places,

Where you will never find a soul.

The world is full of magic,

Your heart will see it if you try,

Your soul can feel that fire,

You can see it in my eyes.

You think it all fell apart,

You think life will not stand,

You think you could not take the heat,

You did not have a plan.

Don’t say a word,

Don’t turn around,

Don’t walk away…

Just take my hand.

When you look into the mirror,

You feel lost with what you see,

As you feel the gulf dividing,

What is and what should be.

You must trust the hearts that see you,

For only hearts can see things true,

Let the words of life paint your portrait,

So you may see yourself as new.

You think it all fell apart,

You think life will not stand,

You think you could not take the heat,

You did not have a plan.

Don’t say a word,

Don’t turn around,

Don’t walk away…

Just take my hand.

We are on this world together,

We are all that we have here,

Passing other’s pain for pleasure,

We will loose what’s true and dear.

Do not pass the torch of wisdom,

For we each must hold it high,

Earth’s true treasure is each heart’s measure,

Poured into another life.

You think it all fell apart,

You think life will not stand,

You think you could not take the heat,

You did not have a plan.

Don’t say a word,

Don’t turn around,

Don’t walk away…

Just take my hand.

The Doorway

I was told a sad but true comment.  With an old person dies,

few come to the funeral as few friends are usually left.  This 

struck me hard until an image came forth which I must share.

It was a day of reckoning,

When silence carries words,

Beneath the trees I came,

To this place of rest the same,

Beside the sleeping blood,

To convey all I had heard.

Beside this resting heart,

I watched a closing book,

A young life reached an end,

Surrounded by black cloth friends,

While words of comfort caressed,

From pages of the one true book.

The doorway opened,

Beneath the sun,

Homecoming called,

A heart did come,

With chapter closing,

One has begun,

The story is never done.

To my left another story,

In shades of solitude,

She stood there in service,

In lonely aged gray,

All friends gone before them,

Only she was left today,

At her feet was soul’s reflection,

In her soulmate’s closed eyes.

I blinked upon this image,

And another flashed before,

I thought I saw a joyful crowd,

And closed to see it clearly,

Drowning out illusion dreary,

The friends surrounded open arms,

To welcome a young man home.

No one will be alone.

The doorway opened,

Beneath the sun,

Homecoming called,

A heart did come,

With chapter closing,

One has begun,

The story is never done.

God touched his light below,

Bathing widowed heart,

Bestowing grace and peace,

As the young man smiled and wept,

With faces long unseen,

And joy consumed in love,

As in the great reunion,

One turned and came to me.

He ran to me with joy,

Arms of love extended,

Then came to sudden stop,

With astonishment expression,

Before rejoining with the crowd,

As the light grew bright and loud,

And I found lying there,

Was awakened with a touch.

The doorway opens,

No story can end,

With song around us,

We are the words,

Love is the music,

Life’s battle run,

Victory is won.