Living

Yesterday I went to buy gas on the way to work and saw flowers by the road, yet again.  Thinking about several who have lost loved ones recently, this came to my heart while looking at one of their Facebook posts.

Matter is only energy,

and yet we stand.

Energy is information,

and yet we learn.

Space has no boundaries,

and yet we explore.

Time has no witness,

and yet we age.

Reality can’t be touched,

and yet we feel.

Illusion is never confirmed,

and yet we believe.

We stand all together,

and yet so alone.

Faith is never fruitless,

and yet we doubt.

We know all so much,

yet not what its about.

Our hearts beat together,

then love we give.

God will never forsake us,

and so we live.

Filing Flavor and Feeling

I just left Tia after picking up some records in a file room for our medical care organization.  We spoke of food, feeling, and faith as I quickly told her that I am a writer.  She challenged me to write about the file room where she worked.  This came together in less than 10 minutes.

Light covered isles,

Fill the large room,

Rows of racks,

Papers and stacks,

Caretakers caring,

A ryhthem in tune.

The ladies in filing,

Sort details of lives,

Care given for health,

With knowledge wealth,

Working with smiles,

Together they thrive.

 

From different cultures,

We spoke of tastes,

Feelings of life,

A life with flavors,

Speaking faith with heart,

Not leaving in haste.

 

Our lives are connected,

On paper together,

With light upon faces,

Our smiles leave soul traces,

Imparting in part,

As souls join forever.

As You Are - For Brian Callicoat (1990-2013)

Memorial Site for Brian

Where Souls Come Together

On Saturday we met a woman in her 70's doing a moving sale.  Mary, full of life, captivated our attention as we conversed for some time about matters of life and faith bringing hearts together.  We returned a bit later so I could give her a copy of my book and she was moved to tears.  This is what I was inspired to write.  The image comes from that day as a collection of tiles were displayed on the rocks.  I put some of the faces together.

Souls are images,

Forever changing,

Remaining the same.

Hearts are furnaces,

Love is burning,

Fueling the game.

Eyes are seeking,

Seeing the rocks,

Where we must live.

Ears are hearing,

Voices of lives,

To whom we give.

Life is the song,

Which we are living,

Love is the life,

Which we are giving,

Hearts give us sight,

Through any weather,

For the heart’s light,

Draws souls together.

Unlocking the future,

Underneath the sun,

Souls bear treasure,

Mystery unfolded,

Purpose is found,

Life is forever.

The power holds beauty,

Felt deep in the heart,

As together we meet,

Explorers of meaning,

Fulfilling our faith,

Beyond defeat.

Life is the song,

Which we are living,

Love is the life,

Which we are giving,

Hearts give us sight,

Through any weather,

For the heart’s strength,

Draws souls together.

A candle in darkness,

Dispelling the shadows,

Brings beautiful light,

And through love’s flame,

Leaves nothing the same,

To Heaven’s delight.

Yet a candle’s light,

Is a spreading flame,

For soul to soul,

The candle comes near,

The meaning is clear,

Many it will light.

Life is the song,

Which we are living,

Love is the life,

Which we are giving,

Hearts give us sight,

Through any weather,

For the heart’s love,

Draws souls together.

Perhaps Moore

The title came to mind for different reasons.  Perhaps one of our towns could have been destroyed by catastrophe instead of Moore.  Perhaps the death toll could have been higher or lower.  Most of all, perhaps Moore is the place you can make the greatest difference in someone's life right now.  Donate what you can right now to a church or any other reputable organization that is helping those people live again.  We may be too far away to put our arms around them, but you are never too far to extend your heart.

An average day,

an average life,

the darkness fell,

cut like a knife,

with deafening sound,

in which we drowned,

while roaring winds,

took our lives down.

When I came to,

I heard the cries,

some muffled sounds,

of broken lives.

Some hearts beat fast,

while some were slowed,

others made silent,

when they did go.

I found a pipe,

there on the ground,

and I ran towards,

a near voice sound.

Prying the rubble,

with pipe in hand,

as there emerged,

a grateful man.

We gathered forces,

one next to one,

helping each other,

‘neath dying sun.

While tearful clouds,

did watch our pain,

God gave us strength,

to rise again.

From hearts of love,

we will be strong.

Our course is hard,

the road is long.

And we will build,

our homes once more.

For this is home,

our town of more.