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.