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.

Life‘s moments pass,

Like laughter on the wind,

Like tears in the rain,

Like a wave upon the sand.

Captured within the heart,

Inhaled with every breath,

Writing words upon our souls,

Adding fire to our light.

These moments can be lost,

Like in a book that’s never opened,

With words upon each page,

Yet buried in the sand.

These moments become eternal,

When written on other hearts,

With our words and actions,

Written by love’s hand.

It is within the sharing,
We have the power to change the world,
For it only takes a spark,
To light the greatest flame.
With just a single word,
A heart can change forever,
That heart can change the world,
Though we did like the flame.

The greatest stone structures,
That mankind has created,
Will wither into dust,
Through the winds of time.
What we build in other souls,
Which stand here but walk eternal,
Are the monuments of living,
From hearts like yours and mine.

The Breath of Love

Where do you find the answers,

When the one you love has gone?

You awake not finding the world,

The sun rises on a different land,

Out of place and out of time,

When the one you love has gone.

There is no reckoning with reason,

Death does not choose a season,

A special day unhonored,

With patience in time,

The sun rises on another day,

Then the one we love is gone.

Love defeats the boundaries of death,

Binding hearts with light,

Through the veil of this world to reality,

With every tear and smile,

Revealing the truth of God,

Binding us eternally in his soul.

No one we love is gone,

Love is undeniable like the sunrise,

Love surrounds us like the air,

Coursing through us like blood,

Shining light from our hearts,

Because there is only love.

The Face

There is a face in the crowd,

The eyes are focused,

The lips are silent,

As all stories have been,

In the ocean of stories,

Amidst a sea of illusions,

Before a thousand eyes,

Unseen.

Each story is just words,

Sounds upon nothing,

Which live just as long,

As the life of a sound,

With voices that fade,

Along with the heartbeat,

Of the face unseen,

Which you saw in the crowd.

The face cannot be drawn,

For it is not remembered,

Yet behind the eyes,

Breathes a living soul,

Which wept and laughed,

Which danced and cried,

Living the tragedies and triumphs,

Which make us whole.

In a thousand years,

Each face will be dust,

With the children’s children,

Forgotten too,

Yet to learn one face,

And the soul behind it,

Can defined life,

And what is true.

Visions of Truth From La Jolla

We live out our lives,

Where the day meets the night,

Where silence meets sound,

Where the sky meets the ground,

Where the water meets the wind,

Where the end again begins,

Where the sun meets the rain,

Where love means pain,

Where our laughter meets the tears,

Where strength meets our fears,

Where the eyes meet the soul,

Where the half becomes whole,

Where are the past meets what will be,

Where the blind through the heart can see,

Where my heart keeps asking why I am here,

To the mind such truths remain unclear.

A Morning in La Jolla - from 10/26/19

With sharp eyes and dark hair,

And a heart that thirsts for love,

Purpose was a quest and treasure to find,

Amidst a sea of souls,

Learning something from each one,

Teaching something along the way,

Making a difference or so I thought,

For the world is unchanged every day.

With vision weakened and hair gray,

Wisdom has replaced joy,

The world walks past me as I write,

The sun rising as it did before,

The thrill of the quest is no more,

Knowing the day approaches faster,

Where silence will replace my prattle,

As the sun rises over another nameless stone.

I believe that God gave me good seeds,

I went forth planting many seeds with love,

Now as the planter I must have faith,

Though most seeds I will never see grow,

I know they must grow because I planted well,

Not upon the stones but in good soil,

So that they may bear fruit for other souls,

Which came through my tired hands.

The Party

The restaurant is empty, 

 Abandoned for years, 

 Alone within the silence, 

 I still hear laughter and cheers. 

 Faces of friends, 

 I will not see again, 

 Walking through the shadows, 

 Where my heart descends. 

 My old school campus, 

 Remains vivid in my dreams, 

 Though I visit the location, 

 Nothing is as it seems. 

 I feel though I am separated,

 Buy a thick pain of glass, 

 Never able to return, 

 To those times in the past. 

 The party was lively, 

 The party was good, 

 I got a few laughs, 

 I knew that I would. 

 Yet those that I knew, 

 Have lives of their own, 

 How can I disturb them, 

 When I should be alone. 

 Heaven is fulfillment, 

 With smiles upon the streets, 

 With the warmth of God’s love, 

 In every face you meet. 

 I would be at peace alone, 

 Upon a rock by the shore, 

That his children may be in peace,

Within his joy forever more.