Voices

Voices

The transference of light,

Occurs in beautiful ways,

From the stars to the Earth,

Through words to the heart,

And from the heart unto souls,

Coming from the only source,

Shining through each of us,

For light must be directed,

To penetrate the darkness,

It may be reflected from us,

And magnified by our wills,

So that sharp and focused,

It can do the greatest good,

Doing good through our words,

Blessing others through actions,

No matter how small they seem,

As many people walk through life,

Without tasting of its true beauty,

For just a smile given freely,

May change a traveler to his country,

Inspiring him to do what is right,

Reaching many lives on his own soil,

In such diverse and unknowable ways,

Lives can be changed on their paths,

Courses become altered to destinies,

Simply because of free will,

When we use our words and actions,

To shine light to another soul,

And through that light we lift another,

Holding him up in times of pain,

Caring her through times of sorrow,

And we keep that light shining strong,

Until that soul can stand once again,

Shining light to many others,

Because through our words,

And through our actions,

We use our voices.

Garden - For Lynnette

Garden

By Eric Visconti

We are together,

Tending to the flowers,

Feeling the breeze,

In the glow of the sunset.

We are together,

Tilling the soil,

Trimming the branches,

Tending the growth.

We are here,

Joining in life,

Sharing in words,

Showing our hearts.

We are here,

Joined by laugher,

One in our pain,

Growing in love.

He is with us,

Bringing the sunrise,

Bringing the rain,

Bringing us peace.

He is with us,

Drying our eyes,

Sharing his laughter,

Leading in song.

We can hear,

The music of life,

The song of the wind,

The rhythm of the heart.

We can hear,

The voices of the soul,

The songbird of love,

Never to part.

Forever - For families who have had the life of a child taken from them

Forever   

For Cara, Christin, Chelsea, Amber, and many more...

By Eric Visconti

I remember in my garden,

The first showing of green,

The first shoots extending,

In an effort to reach the sun,

Through my effort and hers,

Tending to the soil,

As she put forth leaves,

I watered the earth,

As she extended her arms,

I could see her face,

Before she even showed it,

I could see her eyes,

Before they ever opened,

But then on that day,

She revealed her budding,

She gave it her focus,

Until it came into bloom,

Color to be adored,

Perfuming the air around her,

The flowers in the garden,

Grew stronger in her presence,

Adding their own voices,

To the sweet song of life,

Displaying all of their colors,

As she led them in her faith,

For each and every morning,

The would open their pedals,

Each and every morning,

The flowers opened to greet her,

As I would open my door,

To the garden that is mine,

Then I came down the steps,

In my usual manner,

I came down the steps,

And she was on her side,

A branch had fallen down,

And the rose was torn asunder,

The branch had taken away,

The rose that was mine,

But I began to see the flowers,

In the sunrises that followed,

I saw the flowers looking,

To the place where she once stood,

And then I saw the truth,

Of what the flowers were seeing,

For seeing through the heart,

My rose was still there,

And within my heart,

I placed my arms around her,

And she was overjoyed,

To feel me once again,

For the truth of life endures,

And love is forever,

Our souls will never part,

For forever never ends.

Denver's Song - For John Denver

This was written inspired by John Denver standing with his friend Kenny Loggins at the 1995 Windstar Symposium to make a difference in all of our lives

Denver’s Song

By Eric Visconti

I can see him walking in the starlight by the lake,

I can see him looking at the sky,

I can feel him using his gift for all our sake,

He never seemed to stop and wonder why.

I can hear him in a song upon the stage,

I can see him standing with a smile,

I can see him flying just as far as it will take,

For reaching people made it all worthwhile.

Standing tall upon his mountain,

He stood tall for all of us,

He touched our hearts with his gift of song,

In the darkest hours I can hear his voice ignite my faith,

Its through the heart that we may all be strong.

You can hear him in the wilderness,

You can feel our spirits ride the wind,

You can hear his joy in the laughter of the birds,

You can feel the power of hope begin.

You can feel his passion rising to the test,

You can feel his heart on human needs,

You can see him search inside to find his best,

You can feel his power through his belief.

Standing tall upon his mountain,

He stood tall for all of us,

He touched our hearts with his gift of song,

In the darkest hours I can hear his voice ignite my faith,

Its through the heart that we may all be strong.

Within his songs we can stand together as one world,

Within his songs you feel the love of life,

Within his music you can feel the joy of love unfurl,

Within his music peace defeats all strife.

Within your soul he looks to see the gifts that you can give,

Within your soul he finds the answers there,

Within my soul I know that there is answers I can share,

Within my soul I see because he cared.

Standing tall upon his mountain,

He stood tall for all of us,

He touched our hearts with his gift of song,

In the darkest hours I can hear his voice ignite my faith,

Its through the heart that we may all be strong.

Children - Written for foster children everywhere

Children

This was written for the foster children sponsored by San Diego's channel 8 on "Adopt 8"

By Eric Visconti

Hello world,
You are what I see,
Hello world,
Are you ready for me?
I am all alone,
I am on my own.

Hello heart,
I can feel your beat,
Hello heart,
I am on my feet,
The sky’s above,
I am ready for love.

I have fallen from the nest,
Against the world put to the test,
Without someone to show me how to fly,
With a family I would surly try.

Hello friend,
Out on the street,
Hello friend,
Out in the heat,
Are you alone?
Are you just like me?

Hello fun,
Let’s laugh and play,
Hello fun,
Let’s seize the day,
Until someone,
Comes to set me free.

That will be the day life starts,
When my life is in their hearts,
A family’s love to show me the way,
The light of love will not go away.

Hello Mom,
Is it really you?
Hello Mom,
Can this be true?
Am I good enough,
That you want me to be yours?
Hello Dad,
I cannot believe!
Hello Dad,
Look what I received!
The wait is done,
I will be lonely never more.

May all waiting children know,
That prayer’s power never slows,
And one day they will cease to roam,
They will have family they can call home.

Story - How lives become one

I wrote this in amazement of how people inspired by one life, seldom know who inspired that person to begin with.  The inspirer may also never know all that his or her life truly touched.  Our eyes only see so much.  Never give up doing what you know is right.

Story

By Eric Visconti

In the beginning was the word,
And the word was with God,
As words describe all that was,
Describing all that will be,
For now and forever,
Labeling reality we see,
And all of the actions done,
So when words are unspoken,
They exist in physical form,
Flowing through the living,
The essence of life flowing,
As our lives mix together,
Within the story of forever,
Where a life begins and ends,
Ending only in the physical,
As proof of the continuation,
Can be seen in other lives,
I am inspired by a sailor,
Who sailed so long ago,
Sharing adventure in words,
And inspiring me to write,
I pass on his life to others,
That they may feel what I see,
Yet the story has a beginning,
Of which I know nothing,
For the sailor was once inspired,
To fall in love with the sea,
Someone else introduced him,
And he followed his heart,
Making the dream a reality,
Yet the sailor does not know,
How his story continued,
As I read his written word,
Generations after he lived,
Placing the fire of his life,
Into the center of other hearts,
Just as my own inner fire,
Is carried in other hearts,
And I carry their fire,
Safely within my own,
For as we join lives together,
By our own free will,
Effecting the paths of many,
From the effect of one,
Proving we are all part,
Of the great story.

Reflections - Written for the Youth of Norway

This was written originally for some students in San Diego who were reeling from the shock of a father killing his two boys which were there friends.  This effected the lives of a community.  Norway is reeling from the senseless killing of many of their youth in a tragedy that has effected the nation, and shocked the world.  This is for the youth of Norway, no matter what age.  May you take hold of our outstreached hands and be strong in this time, as the human spirit proves that love from God will overcome all evil.

Reflections

By Eric Visconti

I see them there,
As I come around,
They are smiling to me,
Always contagious,
Very outgoing,
Your burdens lift,
When in their presence,
I feel it every time,
It hits me again,
Later in the day,
Outside in the laughter,
In the crowd I hear them,
I see them from behind,
Approaching with joy,
I want to be there,
Just to laugh with them,
Their images disappear,
Along with their lives,
Taken from them suddenly,
Stolen from our hearts,
They were killed,
With homework undone,
With hearts untouched,
Other lives to be won,
Love to be unleashed,
Felt in other arms,
Their children will never be,
All of this taken from me,
With a shot to my heart,
Yet my mind is reeling,
For why do I see them?
Is the pain too much for me?
Was this more than I could see?
Can I not accept they are gone?
I can’t keep seeing them,
My sanity begs for mercy,
Through the veil of my tears,
Yet why are they smiling,
When I see them now?
Could it be they are well?
Happy in Heaven’s fold,
In a paradise of no pain,
No memory of wrongs done,
If God is really out there,
Then they are with Him,
If they are truly with Him,
Then what am I seeing?
Why would God allow that,
If He truly loves me?
Perhaps it is a sign,
Knowing what is real,
And they are in paradise,
Is a vision I am given,
To allow me to heal,
I know they are not here,
They cannot truly be,
Perhaps it is reflections,
Accounting for what I see,
As an image bends on water,
I cannot see them clearly,
But I can see enough,
Since I can see beauty,
I cannot explain,
Why tragedy strikes,
From freedom of will,
Which he placed in existence,
So that the likes of us,
Have the power to transform,
The power to change lives,
Or bring them to an end,
If he placed such a thing,
As free will in my hand,
I will help others with it,
Those grieving around me,
To show them what I see,
So that they have truth,
Knowing life is still precious,
Our friends our in our hearts,
And as we hold each others hands,
Nothing can destroy love.