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.

The Image

This image was painted by a friend who is an artist.

Please look into it and tell me what you see,

then read what came to me below!

Feel the breeze,

And the scent of spice,

Fragrance flows of flowers,

Sun’s shadows mark the hours,

While the hummingbirds hover,

Addicted to nectars,

As their hearts beat rapid,

The rhythm of life,

Above the endless green,

The grasses give way,

Providing color and hay,

As creatures of warmth,

Walk in quest of breath,

Above the rippled cool,

Beneath wings of wonder,

Amidst light kiss of daises,

And I see all this promised,

In dark clouds.

Fierce Grace

I saw a hawk catching a fish in the river behind

where I work this afternoon.   I could not "take" a picture

of what happened, but I will give one.

From heights soaring down,
Falling at great speed,
Wings spread in purpose,
Heart set on purpose,
With silvery goal in sight,
Talons upon the waters,
In a burst of diamond drops,
Prey lifts into the air,
As she calls out victory,
To the nest nursery,
As her children await,
Safe in her heart.

For the heart drives us,

Soaring to great heights,

Facing all dangers,

Without fear or doubt,

Standing in the way,

For the overpowering,

Is the passion in heart,

Allowing us the power,

To do mighty things,

With delicate hands,

For the ones we love,

Fanning flames of fire.

Far into the past,

And standing in the future,

A perfect loving father,

Indomitable in strength,

Powerful living love,

Reached from the Heavens,

Walking in our pain,

Opened great doorway,

Through blood of His heart,

Abating every curse,

Giving power all living,

That we know love forever.

Find Me

The basic cry of every human spirit is to find ourselves,

and be found.

On a journey,

Far from home,

In whispered words,

I do roam,

Definition’s reason,

Purpose finds season,

In partial pictures,

Glinting light,

In day or night,

Surrounding surreal,

Like broken glass,

Future and past,

Presents of present,

Wrapped in presence,

Each one experience,

Not recompense,

Of things I have done,

Not on the run,

Some images mine true,

Some gifts from you,

None are perfect,

Soundless films,

On shards of glass,

Each a puzzle piece,

All hope of peace,

You share this path,

All of you with me,

Some souls connect,

Impressions for life,

My soul is two,

As man and wife,

All spirits touch close,

Closer than warm touch,

Through the light of eyes,

Shining light on meaning,

Which we all seek,

Crying out to thee,

Find me.

The Painting

There is always more to see than what is displayed.

I strolled from the traffic,

Walked away from the noise,

Which held nothing but silence,

For the state of my heart.

Into the gallery,

With walls without windows,

Each painting as a pane,

Between my eyes and new world.

My eyes traveled far,

Conveying my heart,

Well into the past,

And onto new lands.

Then I came to an image,

Of a lake on darkened day,

With a man of deep sadness,

Between the clouds and reflection.

The bushes and the trees,

Spoke of sunshine and spring,

Of full flowers and seed,

Promising life upon life.

The waters held a rhythm,

Of hundreds of hearts,

With the fish and their frenzy,

Beneath a mirror of glass.

The man’s eyes held a story,

Of children and laughter,

And a woman of heart,

Not here on that day.

The painting spoke of all,

In unspoken words,

Of truth and experience,

Which the paint would not say.

In Pursuit

This was written on the basis of an inspirational meeting.

The words will tell the tale!

A normal day,

In a normal store,

And with my wife,

As was before,

With hearing aids,

I was a sight,

And she pursued,

In her delight,

With signing speech,

She read my lips,

With news of help,

She did equip,

To tell me where,

They teach my hands,

To share my words,

And thoughts which stand,

She had to run,

Just to catch me,

If there was chance,

To set me free,

With resource help,

To give a start,

What she did share,

Was her own heart,

So then I thought,

What would life be,

If we all tried,

Like her to be?

Pursuing chance,

To do some right,

And add our love,

To light the night.

The Prince of Hearts - For Robin Williams

I do not know what to say,

When I sit down to write.

Yet I know the words will come,

As I am called forth to speak.

Was it like that with you,

When you were with us,

Upon the stage?

The words seemed to come,

When you looked into our hearts.

All the things of the world,

Would come into your mind,

You would read what to say,

Through our eyes from the stage.

You would touch us in strength,

And we could not help but laugh.

You would touch us in life,

With your innocent smile.

Yet your eyes would tell me,

Much more than words would say.

As theater became the stage,

To reach us in new ways.

Bringing us magical joy,

As Genie of the lamp.

Bringing hope beyond words,

In the Awakening of souls.

Bringing healing to pain,

Portraying Patch in his life.

As you became Peter Pan,

We became your children.

Yet I do not understand,

How the door closed behind you.

Yet you did not understand,

The pain that took you away.

Yet I will always understand,

The truth life conveys,

Because you sought our hearts,

Within them you always stay.