Ripples

I saw this duck in the river by where I work.

What was in the water around him felt the ripples,

Even though they knew not from where they came.

When I sat down, what I wrote took less than a minute.

From where I work,

I could see her,

From where I earn,

She shone in the sun,

Upon the waters moving,

Fine black feathers ,

And a bill,

Bobbing her head,

Into the waters,

Looking for food,

Making ripples,

Making her way,

The waves went out,

Touching the fish,

Affecting the living,

Though the source,

They knew not,

Still affected,

In what they do,

Just like me,

And all of you,

For what we say,

Affects unseen,

Lives not met,

And faces unknown,

For Paul gave proof,

As he met a few,

And wrote some letters,

Yet what he did,

Helped change the world.

The Spirit

The dove like cloud formation began to dissipate a bit by the time I scrambled for a camera phone from a co-worker.  I saw it over the ground like green landscape with the image of the one dead tree in the center below.

The dove cloud made me think of the Holy Spirit watching over the green life of the Earth, guiding us through situations of grief or death, and the stones hovering above the ground symbolize situations for me which seemed an almost miraculous protection from harm.

Above us,

Within us,

Through us,

Transcending all,

One mind,

In many places,

Pure love,

To many faces,

Reason for safety,

When reason is gone,

Saving in circumstance,

A light in the darkness,

A bond between souls,

Bringing words,

In wordless moments,

Bringing courage,

Where fear is king,

Teaching love,

When love is not easy,

The direction,

Without a compass,

Through the storm,

To safe shores,

All from God,

Who is in Heaven,

For we are many,

And how can He,

Be with many,

If He,

Is only one?

It is the truth,

Within the word,

He sent His son,

So we can hear it,

And when He left,

He gave the Spirit.

Life Within Life

On the way home tonight my wife told me that newlyweds in IL stopped to help

an overturned car after leaving the wedding service.  While William Knight was helping a

woman away from her overturned car, another woman drove into them killing
the motorist and the new groom leaving the bride alone.  For Nikki Knight, I wrote this for strength.  For others, I wrote this for hope and joy.

A gathering of souls,

Amidst the infinite,

A gathering of hearts,

Against the dark,

Our lines of time define,

Expressing journeys of life,

Expecting yearning of soul,

As we strive to fulfill,

Learning truth and meaning,

In each other’s eyes,

Open for a moment,

That other eyes look in,

Closing once again,

To turn to returning,

Yet once open always,

The time line is always,

Though gone from our sight,

Quantum barriers arise,

And we cannot observe,

Those eyes once known,

Yet the power to observe,

Proves only the visible,

As heat unseen,

Can be felt on the skin,

And lives unseen,

Are felt by the heart,

For they are still lives,

And the power of love,

Bridges barriers of time,

Bringing touchless embrace,

Laughter without sound,

And a song through silence,

With voices become light,

Shining through each other,

Joining our hearts in music,

As a universe of stars.

Identity

 Someone has decided that seeing a cross from a road is offensive

when the cross is such a symbol of peace and hope that it can be found

in cemeteries all around the world as well as churches.  Bringing it down for

this reason helps no one as considering it as a symbol of offense can only

be done by individuals looking for reasons to be offended.  This one in San Diego, CA

was erected to honor our service people who died defending us in battle. 
If this one comes down, then in every cemetery they must be removed for the same reason as all cemeteries can be seen from roads.  Stand against this now.  (See article)

What we achieve,

Is based on who we are,

Knowing where we are from,

And why we are together,

Knowing truth the guides us,

When storms blind our way,

The truths we are based on,

One nation under God,

Is not a preference of people,

But a proven historic fact,

It is the base of freedom,

That made America free,

It is the open arms,

That allows people to come,

Come upon our shores and live,

Unto our land and love,

Without fear or retribution,

That their children may have life,

That faith is not by force,

But offered and chosen freely,

For the one that chooses his path,

Will follow with all his heart,

That faith is found with symbol,

The symbol of a cross,

Behind the justice practiced,

Bringing safety and our strength,

Those who know it close,

Know it’s source is love,

Loving someone more than self,

Which is language known to all,

Others behold its peace,

Giving peace unto the living,

And a strength for living on.

When someone close has died,

As such it was a symbol,

Upon our standing mountain,

For those who died in battle,

That we all may live,

And thus all people know it,

Whatever faith they practice,

They know we wish them peace,

And honor those who passed,

So to claim it brings offense,

Is fallacy beyond reason,

It is the root of our great nation,

What was and is to be,

By forgetting who we are,

We will lose all we may accomplish,

For we can gain nothing,

If we loose identity.

What we achieve,

Is based on who we are,

Knowing where we are from,

And why we are together,

Knowing truth the guides us,

When storms blind our way,

The truths we are based on,

One nation under God,

Is not a preference of people,

But a proven historic fact,

It is the base of freedom,

That made America free,

It is the open arms,

That allows people to come,

Come upon our shores and live,

Unto our land and love,

Without fear or retribution,

That their children may have life,

That faith is not by force,

But offered and chosen freely,

For the one that chooses his path,

Will follow with all his heart,

That faith is found with symbol,

The symbol of a cross,

Behind the justice practiced,

Bringing safety and our strength,

Those who know it close,

Know it’s source is love,

Loving someone more than self,

Which is language known to all,

Others behold its peace,

Giving peace unto the living,

And a strength for living on.

When someone close has died,

As such it was a symbol,

Upon our standing mountain,

For those who died in battle,

That we all may live,

And thus all people know it,

Whatever faith they practice,

They know we wish them peace,

And honor those who passed,

So to claim it brings offense,

Is fallacy beyond reason,

It is the root of our great nation,

What was and is to be,

By forgetting who we are,

We will lose all we may accomplish,

For we can gain nothing,

If we loose identity.

The Touch of a Soul – For Aleksander Żabczyński

There were many wonderful performers on the Polish silver screen such as

Aleksander Żabczyński, Jadwiga Smosarska, Eugeniusz Bodo, and Ina Benita.  Aleksander stands apart as the son of a general who studied law, and went into acting to follow his heart.  His persona is true to life as a man of elegance and charm who always showed a positive and uplifting side whether it was on screen or before his men on the battlefields where he served his country.  His heart expresses a love of life seldomseen.  The songs he wrote or sung expresses a wisdom of love knowing thatall the words in the world could only begin to express the inner and outer beauty of a woman.  As I wrote this I could see the men and women I named above, standing together in coat tales and dresses with a smile, and inviting us to remember a time of purity created by knowing who we are.

A soul that could be,

Anything he imagined,

Could not imagine being,

Anything more wonderful,

For finding his venue,

His destiny he knew,

Expressing beauty of living,

The beauty of loving,

Upon the stage singing,

Upon the film in dance,

On the keyboard playing,

Not just from the heart,

For he was a man of learning,

From this he knew the truth,

All the words there ever was,

And all the words to be,

Could never start describing,

The power of a woman’s beauty,

He expressed this like no other,

With expression of loving charm,

So very light on his feet,

A pleasure to meet,

The brother of gentlemen,

And the champion of ladies,

As the one blessed of fate,

To know him as soul mate,

Remains his wife to be,

Loving through eternity,

His songs stay in my mind,

His music my heart keeps whole,

Wherever I may go,

I always hope to show,

The joy imparted through,

The touch of a soul.

Angel of the Sleepers

The foundation "Buzdik" was created by Polish

actress Ewa Blaszczyk after her own daughter suffered

severe nervous system trauma and lost the ability to 

speak or function.  She has been helping many children and

families ever since.  My wife started telling me recently of 

children coming back from comas or "locked-in" syndrome

as a result of her work, now I hear that her organization is facing closure.

Not without a fight!  This was written to help create support

for her foundation and the children.
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Hear the laughter,

Through the trees,

See their smiles,

Warm your heart,

Their innocent eyes,

Reviewing things,

A world of wonder,

To them we impart,

Yet some do go,

Where we don’t know,

Through the doorway,

Of a great trauma,

Then all is dark,

And families gather,

By the bedside,

Wondering,

Can he see me?

Waiting,

Does she hear?

Life turns to darkness,

All that’s left is fear,

Children lie in limbo,

Some with eyes closed,

As comas took their light,

Some simply lie locked,

With their eyes awake,

They lie looking out,

No path to take,

All limbs are still,

And yet there is will,

Reaching out every day,

For someone to reach in,

And with her own daughter,

Trapped in this way,

She took them all in,

So many young hearts,

For all would be forsaken,

Yet with the help,

Of many hands,

The sleepers must awaken.