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.

The Song of Wine

Seek a slender vessel,

Behold one among many,

Filled to the brim,

Each one is a story,

The fruit of life’s labor,

Each one in glory.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

Each taste from a source,

Of flowers, fire, and wind,

From the Earth it’s begotten,

Lands both near and far,

Love grown in life’s light,

And rest beneath the stars.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

Some sweeter flowered wines,

Of ruby lips and charm,

Shine warmth of grace in soul,

Others standing tall and robust,

In protecting the growing vine,

Shine soul virtuous and just.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

Once a vessel is aged and full,

It can never be truly emptied,

Poured forth into life,

Life is perfected prolonged,

Filling Heaven’s bountiful sea,

Each note a part of the song.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

4D

The beauty of the world,

In three dimensions,

Is astounding to imagine,

Lakes and rivers,

Sky and mountains,

Spinning through sunshine.

That motion is doubled,

As the Earth circles the sun,

And grows in intensity,

With the sun on its journey,

Our galaxy in full flight.

These dimensions are but three,

The fourth vast in scope,

As time is traveled in distance,

Bringing a motion of change,

To all we know and see.

This can be pictured,

As waves upon the sea,

Mountains rise from below,

Building in stature,

Weathering with the weather,

And smoothing into shore.

Clouds portray time’s journey,

Building upon building,

Blossoming into beauty,

Or growing dark as storms,

As each of us chooses in heart,

Our shape through life’s path.

Yet the clouds are not temporary,

Nor are the ocean waves,

Once part of the ocean,

Above or below us,

They remain live in their moment,

Captured within time.

Souls are scattered in time,

The past and the future,

People walk upon this Earth,

Not seeing through Time’s barrier,

Yet real in quantum mystery,

They are the energy we feel.

Perfection may be realized,

As God reconciles all life,

Bringing time to an end,

Retaining beauty in forever,

Bringing all our souls reunion,

When the quantum veil will fall.

Piercing of The Veil

 Energy, which can neither be created or destroyed, is known to 

have the potential of piercing through our physical reality to others recognized

by physics or theoretical physics.  Likewise, love is an energy which may pierce

through the physical world to the spiritual.  This has been felt by people of 

faith throughout time since the greatest act of love not only pierced the veil,

but tore it in half.

This world is an illusion,

Just a veil before our eyes,

A persistent illusion for certain,

As Einstein himself once described,

For he told us all matter is energy,

Atoms being mostly empty space,

Confirming a truth about love,

Which Jesus once spoke in this place.

Jesus said what we do for others,

Are things being done unto Him,

For this convincing veil of reality,

With love becomes paper thin,

When this energy pours from the heart,

Actions of love will pierce through,

To God creating life from the start,

Confirming what is real and true.

When the piercing comes from His hand,

We see miracles occur in our lives,

For His magic flows through our weak hands,

What seemed impossible comes true in our eyes,

We may feel lost past the veil in the darkness,

Though the stars confirm truth in the night,

For fear is the illusion in darkness,

The clear truth is we are found in His light.

The great gift you can give in living,

Is the gift given without regard to your pain,

When you reach out in spite of your sufferings,

The life He pours upon you is gain,

For God’s own Son took joy in His suffering,

Saving our lives being the result of the plan,

Tearing the dark veil between God and us,

Through the piercing love placed in His hands.

The Test of Faith

I have often heard pastors and others look at someone going 

through a trial and say, "His faith is being tested."  It suddenly occurred 

to me that perhaps our faith is being tested in how we respond.

Her eyes have seen many miles,

Her lips have spoken wisdom,

With decades of marriage behind her,

 And children far away,

Alone she lives upon a hill,

While illness slowly claims her love,

Visiting him when she is taken,

As time slowly ticks away.

His eyes have seen bloodshed,

In defense of his nation’s pride,

He traveled overseas,

As there was conflict to be,

And over fallen friends he cried,

While at home the picture changing,

Financial patterns rearranging,

His own home no longer to see.

In a young woman’s eyes lived laughter,

In this young woman’s eyes lived joy,

Until the day turned the page,

An old enemy of health reappeared,

Taking her rest away,

Taking away all of her peace,

Not able to put her battle to words,

Her eyes speaking volumes of fear.

I have been told such are trials,

With pastors speaking of the tests of faith,

I would wonder why they are being tested,

With conflicts and pain like I never knew,

Some with friends and family of support,

Others sitting alone in the darkness,

I realized those witnessing the trials are tested,

All of us who see and hear are being tried,

With those we do or do not know,

Be it a stranger leaving a store to go,

Alone with tears in the eyes,

Leaving us each a faith question I ask you,

If your faith is strong,

What will you do?

Turn the Page

The breeze comes on the evening sun,

Lifting birds to the sky,

While people travel to and fro,

Where they are going,

I do hope they know,

Sounds,

Calls,

Noise,

Data,

Streaming…

Time,

Stress,

Nerves,

Mind,

Reeling…

With my mouth closed,

My heart is listening,

The voices of old friends gone,

Introduce new friends to come,

Family is togetherness,

Whether blood or by choice,

Together giving voice,

Joy in simple things.

Jokes,

Laughter,

Cookies,

Clearing,

Resting,

Testing,

Together,

At our best.

Canolli recipe passed down,

From mother’s heart to heart,

Kitchen to kitchen family,

Magic from hand to hand,

As the story keeps unfolding,

Life and joy continues,

For the heart continues yearning,

And so the pages keep turning,

Turn the page.

Who Are You?

Feel,

Fly,

Reach,

Try,

Stretch,

Yearn,

Grow,

Learn,

Speak,

Share,

Give,

Dare,

Laugh,

Cry,

Feel,

Why,

Reach to the stars,

Learn who you are.