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.

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.