Magic Window

I was recently intrigued looking at Audrey Hepburn photographs.

She never looked at the camera, she looked beyond the camera to see us.

What is a photograph,
An idea in the present,
An image in the past,
A moment captured,
Forever held,
A window through time.

She did not see the camera,
Looking beyond,
Looking past the photographer,
Looking past the device,
Looking into our hearts,
She saw you and me.

She turned a skill and a gift,
Into a way to share love,
Love multiplied,
Love shared among many,
Love magnified,
To our hearts from hers.

Time teaches us illusions,
Teaching she is not here,
While love teaches differently,
Knowing no bounds of time,
Nor life or death,
Knowing she feels our love.

We learn from her eyes,
Looking for the good in us,
We look for the good in others,
Bringing joy as natural as hers,
As we learn to share love,
Beyond time and space.

Her heart learned from us,
Thinking she was just a girl,
Yet one heart can change the world,
Our world changed through her,
She showed that we can do the same,
Through the window of love.

The Nameless Face

A dear friend of ours found this image among old family pictures, but nobody knows who she was.
From that moment this face looking through the faded window of time intrigued me.

There she is,
Looking to her future,
Which was long within our past.
She wondered then,
As we wonder now,
What can really last.

A nameless face,
Across the place of time,
A longing and a life.

Faded photo,
Tattered and torn,
Yet beauty prevails in strife.

Here so short,
To live our lives,
And then we go away.

What we have done,
And who we loved,
What remains to say?

Once we share,
Our lives and joy,
Our lives and joy,
That never goes away.

Forever part,
Of other hearts,
Beyond the final day.

Loves tapestry,
Once woven,
Can never be undone.

A light that shines,
Through life and death,
To outshine the sun.

Whoever she was,
Wherever she is,
She was once begotten.

Our souls living,
Forever in love,
Can never be forgotten.

Tears in the Rain

In sharing we keep moments from being lost,

like tears in the rain.

We are the sum of what we do,

All we see and all we say,

What we have tasted and what we have seen,

Storms weathered and sunsets serene,

All of our laughter and all of our pain,

When we are gone lost like tears in the rain.

What is real except for the soul?

Flowing like a river far beyond the horizon,

While buildings will crumble our souls stand strong,

Kept warm from within by the fireplace of love,

A tapestry of visions and love,

We each paint our canvas given from above.

Where my tapestry ends yours begins,

Our souls connect through both eyes and embrace,

Each one on a quest finding meaning in place,

Making the things we share go on forever,

Lit by the passion in each other’s eyes,

To live on forever beyond Heaven’s skies.

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.