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.

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.

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. 

Sacrifice

 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. 

Teacher of Riddles

 This morning at Starbucks I conversed with a woman that brought in a service dog, and an old Italian from the Bronx. We spoke of nonverbal communication, and That inspired me to write this.  The image by the way is a stock photo, but I like what it expresses.

 The heart sees no absurdity, 

 For all is in truth, 

 Knowing no words to express, 

 Four words lose their illusion, 

 And when the eyes of the heart are open, 

 The soul receives true light. 

 Even nature understands this truth, 

  Spoken thought being and absurdity, 

 And a dog can look into your eyes, 

 To know the truth of who you are, 

 And if our hearts are so much wiser, 

 Who are we to choose not to listen? 

 A good teacher teaches in the pictures, 

 Using words has the colors of his brush, 

 And though the students are learning, 

 The teacher becomes the greatest student, 

  In the eyes of those who are listening, 

 Vision of the soul becomes clear. 

 The mysteries of tragedy go on answered, 

 While the tragedy of love is ignorance, 

 For if the distractions of the world are silenced, 

 The heart feeds the soul true wisdom, 

 And though a tear may come time to time, 

 True joy will never be conquered. 

Stricken

From where does comfort come,

When hardship hits the weary,

Circumstance knows no bounds,

As tragedy strikes the young,

As weakness strikes the strong,

Without regards to age,

Without seeing beauty,

Without making sense.

There is no rhyme or reason,

As the sensible grow foolish,

In trying to make sense,

Of all that comes to pass,

When the reality of weakness,

Is knowing we can't choose,

In when we win or lose,

Just how we play the game.

For the one enduring truth,

Is souls do not pass,

As tethers tied of love,

Bind our souls together,

Making miracles of madness,

As we invest ourselves in others,

With clear vision of the heart,

Through the gift of time.

As time passes enduring,

Endure within the faith,

Knowing when you seem alone,

We are all close at hand,

Through the dark of night,

May the stars reminds your soul,

We watch over you with love,

As the light pours from our hearts.

Grains of Light

When darkness falls,

The stars shine through,

Illuminating the night,

With diamond beauty.

Where rain storms come,

Rearranging the land,

Every blade of grass,

Bears jewels of light.

Dark clouds bring shadows,

Painting somber shading,

Before shards of light,

Shine Heaven’s joy.

As tears of pain,

Cleanse the eyes of illusion,

Restoring heart’s vision,

Unto the traveling soul.

While cold winds come,

Bringing chill to the body,

Causing arms to seek,

A warm heart’s glow.

Life brings us trials,

Taking health and peace,

Causing us to seek,

The Most Healing Hand.

Love’s meaning brings,

Life’s limitless power,

From faith as small,

As a grain of sand.

On The Highway

A sound in the distance,

Like a subtle wind,

While winding in darkness,

A pair of lights shine through,

Coming from and going to,

Places I do not know,

A story we cannot show,

Concealed in the night.

She does not know her soul,

Taken from her so early,

The iron gate shut in youth,

Sealing in the awful truth,

The pain that she must hide,

All the tears which she cried,

Now ice inside a frozen heart,

From that which he had taken.

For the father of her heart,

Became the nightmare of her days,

With neighbors being so near,

No one chose to hear,

She could not cry for help,

And so the chapter never closed,

Like the petals from a rose,

The years had fallen away.

She is now afraid of love,

And she cannot hold the hand,

Of a truthful loving man,

Or the God who still holds her,

Though her face is turned away,

She lost the strength and will to pray,

As she drives a lonely road,

That ended before it began.

Reach out within your heart,

That she may one day find her start,

And know life holds love and meaning,

As each soul holds a story,

One soul behind each face,

Eyes behind a pair of lights,

The lights of stories fill my view,

On the highway.

Altar of the Heart

Upon this desert I walk,

Where each man walks alone,

Amidst the towering waves,

Born of an endless storm,

Within an ocean of sand.

Each day I see your face,

Behind the images before me,

Striving for your temple in heart,

And when sanity is lost in darkness,

I am safe within your hand.

May my offerings honor your soul,

Though my pockets may be bare,

My tears are incense on your fire,

Where pain shines as jewels of hope,

Giving birth to joy to impart.

I cannot reach your physical temple,

Lost in time where I am out of place,

While joy’s tears bring stars upon my face,

For as a son you called me from the start,

From your love I will never depart.

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.