Impressions

At Sid Grauman's Chinese Theater in Hollywood I felt a bit of the magic of past lives which graced this spot from the silver screen, practicing their craft to the extent of becoming legends, making impressions upon our lives along the way.  To that extent I did stand in the shoe prints of Dick Van Dyke with the prayer that some of the magic may help the ineptitude of my feet, as his charm has enhanced my ability to smile.

The greatest gift unto life,

Is how life begets life,

How hearts beat to each other,

Bringing souls together,

So that eyes meet for a moment,

Creating the real change of love,

Just a smile on the street,

A warm hand where we meet,

Words flee through the air,

Planting seeds of eternal trees.

The mind records impressions,

Which are never forgotten in life,

How much more then the soul,

Brings them unto heaven?

For seeds are always cast,

Yet the fruit seldom witnessed,

Though the planter always knows,

Whether the seeds are good,

Have faith that seeds of love,

Make beautiful impressions.

Whispering Thunder

Alone I entered into this world,

All alone I will leave.

Alone I entered into this world,

And all alone I will leave.

But the things I have seen and done here,

You would not believe.

No one ever gave me a chance,

Except for you standing by my side.

No one ever thought I could make it,

And then you made it your ride.

You know that all the things I do for love,

Are things I do with pride.

There is pain awaiting the sunrise,

And sorrow when it goes down.

There is pain for you in the sunrise,

Until the sun sinks below the ground.

Without the faith to make it right in the day,

Pain was all that I found.

I had,

Nothing!

No one!

No guide!

No fun!

No peace!

No pride!

And no where to hide!

You gave me,

A reason!

Believing!

A feeling!

I’m reeling!

Fear stealing!

Appealing!

Cause its HEAVEN I’m feeling!

There is a whispering thunder inside me,

From the beating heart of love.

There is a quiet thunder inside me,

Defeating the storm clouds up above.

I am the heart of the strength of the storm undefeated,

And its all because of your love.

From The Heart - for Christina Grimmie

For her family, friends, and all who know they

can make a positive difference, no matter what.

Born of love's light,

She shared her passion,

In finding her voice,

She shared her heart,

Life is the language,

Where the heart speaks,

Yet the soul understands,

What is beyond words,

Tears beyond expression,

Smiles beyond joy,

Love beyond expression.

The heart pours forth,

What cannot be contained,

No man made force,

Could contain her life,

For in face to face,

She was unforgettable,

Yet she touched the souls,

Who she could not see,

For love never fades,

And light never dies,

May her light shine full,

Through our hearts forever.

Christina (March 12, 1994 - June 11, 2016)

For her brother Marcus, her family, and fans

Born of love's light,

She shared her passion,

In finding her voice,

She shared her heart,

Music is the language,

Where the heart speaks,

Yet the soul understands,

What is beyond words,

Tears beyond expression,

Smiles beyond joy,

Love beyond expression.

The heart pours forth,

What cannot be contained,

No man made force,

Could contain her life,

For in face to face,

She was unforgettable,

Yet she touched the souls,

Who she could not see,

For love never fades,

And light never dies,

May her light shine full,

Through our hearts forever.

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.

The Shepherd

 For the children of Pedda Suraram

The Shepherd laughs,
As his little ones laugh,
Following his heart,
Showing them love,
Upon fields of joy.

The little ones see,
As the Shepherd sees,
Musicians playing sweet songs,
Causing heads to turn,
Casting eyes upon them.

The Shepherd sees,
As the flock walks away,
Dancing to new songs,
Leaving fields of joy,
As they go behind the rocks.

And then the music stops,
The musicians have gone,
While the little ones luck,
Not knowing where they are,
Breaking the Shepherd's heart.

Then they hear the growls,
The hunger in the rocks,
The shadows showing eyes,
Fixed upon their prey,
The little ones cry in fear.

The Shepherd springs before them,
Standing in the gap,
Defending the little ones lives,
He gives his life for them,
That they may all be free.

Running back to safety,
Back to the fields of joy,
They find their Shepherd standing,
In triumph living again,
With outstretched arms of love.

A Night to Remember

Recently many people came together to bless special needs students in a wonderful way.

This is for them.

A Night to Remember

For a special night,

They came together.

People of all ages,

Preparing in advance,

Armed with joy and faith,

Knowing God would provide,

All in its place.

The families did come,

Each with their child,

Each one with a burden,

As life finds its meaning,

In carrying weight,

Each weight bringing weakness,

Yet difficulty brings truth,

For where we are weak,

He is made strong.

Other youth came forth,

With the light of their hearts,

Filled with the God’s fire,

Drawing souls like a magnet,

Reaching to those in need,

For when we minister to the least,

We are ministering to God,

While in his warm embrace.

Hardly noticed by the masses,

In the shadows of misfortunes,

Lifted up for this night,

They glittered in their gowns,

And in fine pressed suits,

They shone as like stars,

To be presented in glory,

Receiving the gift of joy.

The students receiving them,

Spoke their language of smile,

As the wordlessness of love,

Is understood by all creatures,

They became dressed like royals,

Becoming angels to the weak,

Lifting up silenced voices,

To sing joy before God’s throne.