Neighbor and Friend

When we left Virginia we lost touch with our friend and neighbor Dan.  With his common name we could never find him on the Internet,  but yesterday morning I learned he passed away two years ago.  Once a mark is left on you from another soul, it is forever.  Make it a good one.

His hand stretches forth,
Across the reach of time,
Beyond the breach of space,
Distance in its place,
A friend of friends,
With passion true,
His laughter sparks,
Each day anew,
So full of heart,
His heart has flame,
Once knowing him,
One is never the same.

Music was his gift,
Extending beyond the rift,
Deep within my soul,
And touching many hearts,
Blessed to be his neighbors,
So blessed to share a part,
Of smiles,
Of times,
Of joy,
Of life.

One for Many

 

Before many,
We each are many,
Before many,
You are one,
We speak differently,
To different faces,
We change roles,
In different places,
Yet you are our Father,
Both yesterday and tomorrow,
In sickness and in health,
For in death we never part,
As life springs eternal,
From the well within your heart,
And so here many come,
As here we become one,
Safe within your heart,
Sound within you.

Whispers of Forever - For Rory and Family in Memory of Joey

It is where time ends,
And forever begins,
Here in your arms,
Safe in your arms.

Fear has been banished,
Where love reigns unmatched,
Safe in your arms,
Here in your arms.

Nothing can ever equal,
What can not be destroyed,
Nothing can replace,
What we have deployed,
All trials must fail,
Forward together we sail,
With joy in our hearts,
Never to part,
As pain is just a sign,
Of a living loving heart,
Beyond true harm.

All hearts share a dream,
Such a delicate dream,
Of touch embrace,
Such sweet embrace.

Yet hearts fear being alone,
With touch unknown,
So far from home,
Lost and alone.

When the physical is gone,
Distance is too,
Hearts joined as one,
Never beat as two,
Where love is not lost,
True union is bound,
Withstanding oppression,
In loves true progression,
Is life's meaning found.

With the heart in full motion,
Time no longer exists,
Set firm within s smile,
Then sealed with a kiss,
Every moment shared,
Is a gift from Heaven above,
There are no hellos between hearts,
And there are no goodbyes in love.

Old Glory

 

Family sings by the piano,
After sharing times of the day,
When a dollar earned was a dollar,
With value made by strong hands,
And pride was seen in the appearance,
Without regard to what you have,
As fathers knew their sons,
And mothers knew their daughters,
With God shining upon his creation,
We once sought what we could create,
Building cars that would drive into legend,
These cars carry stories of Sunday drives,
A family singing songs down the road,
Roads leading to mountains or seas,
As we became all that we could be,
Behind the wheel of old glory.

 

The Gathering

Written today at Th San Diego Mission

Where they came centuries ago,

Many souls are drawn today,

Ford beating hearts never cease,

Drawing to each other be on time,

All drawn to the timeless heart above,

Speaking whispers beyond words,

Within music beyond sound,

As truth light comes through love,

All is bright in this place,

With my heart among the many,

Drawn to the heart of Christ,

The Paschel mystery of love,

Sacrifice becoming joyful praise,

All of our difference comes together,

Forward here we are all as one,

In love,

In life,

In Him.

Shadows of Light

In the light of longest shadows, 

The darkness gives victory to the light, 

The faithful return to the streets of work, 

Where the colors of light are intense, 

And the birds sing their loudest praises, 

Thankful for yet another day, 

As the path of the sun does not measure time, 

It is the heartbeats of those who are close, 

An enfolding rhythm without compare, 

A persistent praise of percussion, 

Celebrating the giver of life, 

Until all hearts beat without interval, 

In the day love's song never ends.

Books Upon The Shelf

I wrote this yesterday at 3PM and did not know why.  Yesterday at 6PM I read a news report about the passing of Glen Frey that was exactly 3 hours hold.  This is for him, David, Alan, Natalie, Celine Dion's husband, and many that have passed recently.  Lives are like stories.  When the book is finished and placed upon the shelf, the story does not disappear.  Every moment is eternal and can be seen through our hearts again and again.  Life is real.  Death is an illusion.

The eyes distort the image,

Seen through open windows,

Of pathways souls would tread,

Upon the dusty Earth,

With action spoken words,

Words setting power in motion,

With the energy of lives,

Uniting every page,

Turning through the ages,

As chapters form the whole,

An ageless face of beauty,

With a smile to capture hearts,

Now weathered from the start,

But the smile still shines through,

For some things never change,

Through every turning page,

Till the story reaches end,

And the book is on the shelf.

Some stories outlast others,

Yet the quality is not in length,

For time is but an illusion,

As there is no such thing as size,

Meaning distance is perception,

Separating goals from wills,

Until passion sparks inception,

Loosing powers of the heart,

As some lives taste in days,

What others require in years,

Yet we all are meted power,

To narrate our own tales,

Writing pages in our hand,

Though a story may close early,

And the book goes on the shelf.

The shelves go on forever,

Extending in all directions,

For there is no top or bottom,

With endless lives and names,

For each life that breathes in time,

Exhales eternal vapors,

And the truth upon the shelves,

Is the stories are still there,

Captured in every detail,

Inscribed on every heart,

For beyond limits of paper,

The heart holds all words made,

And every breath that’s said,

Is written in Love’s pen,

From beginning to the end,

For the illusion presents itself,

As since there really is no size,

Then there cannot be a distance,

Without distance there is no beginning,

And in love there is no end.