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.

On The Waters

The air is full of echoes,

Of yesterday’s song,

As I stand upon this pier,

These are the sounds I hear,

Before first seagull’s cry,

I angle my bow to the sea,

And let my sails to fly.

The bay is gently lapping,

Against wood pylons of time,

Holding my vessel to start,

My soul on journey of heart,

As men do not have wings,

Yet on these waters I soar,

Releasing my prayers to the sky,

Of pains and burden I bore.

My sails catch the breath of sky,

Upon the waters my heart will fly,

So much to see and more to do,

Love is my journey returning to you.

On my watch of silence,

My heart here finds such peace,

Beneath a silent star,

From lands now so far,

As the moon reflects on mirror,

Reflecting the light of my soul,

Sharing silent words on water,

I find myself made whole.

Setting young hand to the ropes,

I show my child to the sea,

My wife and heart beside,

Shared wonders building pride,

Here lies the open door,

And so other eyes see true,

I put wordless words to life,

So in seeking they find you.

My sails catch the breath of sky,

Upon the waters my heart will fly,

So much to see and more to do,

Love is my journey returning to you.

I sail now in my dreams,

As eyes have aged with time,

My heart still sees light true,

As light flows straight from you,

Through the darkest storms,

Horizon you were and are,

No fears could I feel,

You are my Guiding Star.

This final trip it seems,

To other watching eyes,

Such family here with me,

Who know the truth to be,

No journey ever ends,

My sails blow full with love,

You are the wind of life,

The Great and Gentle Dove.

My sails catch the breath of sky,

Upon the waters my heart will fly,

So much to see and more to do,

Love is my journey returning to you.

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.