Unanswered Questions

There are some questions which can not be answered.

 

A voice on the wire,

A friend through the fire,

Time spent well in hand.

Met by chance in pause,

On a path of common cause,

A friendship bond unplanned.

Chapters open and close,

While pages hearts compose,

Writing our stories of life,

Till path comes round a bend,

And one meets one’s end,

Leaving our hearts in strife.

While the sun begins to set,

Faces past I will never forget,

Upon the water’s reflections,

Paths will always find their end,

A face the memories still send,

Leaving unanswered questions.

With a good steady hand,

And a head for science,

Life’s goal to benefit us all.

He achieved his standing,

With hard work and planning,

I could see him standing tall.

A home and good life,

Great career and a wife,

Is the story his heart sung.

What circumstance could send,

This soul to an end,

Where in the dark he hung.

While the sun begins to set,

Faces past I will never forget,

Upon the water’s reflections,

Paths will always find their end,

A face the memories still send,

Leaving unanswered questions.

In my dreams I see him,

In my dreams he lives,

Where his smile lives on.

Connections never break,

Though hearts may ache,

When a face is gone.

For all he was,

And all he will be,

In my life will live,

May the best within him,

Shine forth from my heart,

This gift I may give.

While the sun begins to set,

The stars begin to shine,

Upon the water’s reflections,

For our souls will never end,

This truth love always sends,

In answer to our questions.

Robin's Song - A Message from Us to Robin and the Gibb Family

I have written this to all who know, and will know, the music of the BeeGees.  Robin and his brothers have reached out to us over the years, and the music they have given has carried us through our joy and our tears.  Now, as the family faces Robin’s illness, comes the time when we face the question, “What can we give back to him and them?”  The answer is to let them hear our voices in song whether it is in their souls during silence, or on the streets in their community.  Music is the language of love.  Let us use it as they have used it for years, and express our love to them.

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From his heart he took flight,

Through the darkest of nights,

Providing light in his song,

Showing the full joy of love,

Through the depths of pain,

Bringing joy with a smile,

That we might rise again,

Taking the path he gave,

To where the heart does long.

With his brothers on stage,

They became all the rage,

Legends are born of heart,

Through the changes of years,

We rode through together,

Events of joy and of tears,

We held on to the tether,

From music we cannot part.

Lift up your voice,

Lift up your heart,

Make this your choice,

Make it your start,

For let him hear,

To what is dear,

Unto your soul,

While he is near,

Make it our start,

Make it your choice,

Lift up our hearts,

And use our voice.

It is the language we share,

It sounds throughout the air,

A tool that can seal any rift,

Binding across waters,

Shining brighter than gold,

It is the ageless language,

From beyond days of old,

For in using his voice,

He gave the greatest of gifts.

Using the power of rhyme,

The brothers came in our time,

We carry them in our heart,

With Robin part of the band,

Leaving nothing undone,

Bound together in life,

As love’s song makes us one,

For our hearts beat forever,

And we will never part.

Lift up your voice,

Lift up your heart,

Make this your choice,

Make it your start,

Let him to hear,

To what is dear,

Unto your soul,

While he is near,

Make it our start,

Make it your choice,

Lift up our hearts,

And use our voice.

Falling Down

My wife and I met a woman in front of a Kaiser hospital location who was 

diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.  She had some trouble walking and her

speech was not the clearest.  My wife shared some words of faith and finding

strength in just loving life.  The woman spoke of falling on the curb on a 

previous visit.  I told her to be thankful when you fall.  It is never fun, but

it is an opportunity to honor God in how we get up.  I never got her name, but 

I hope one day she can read this.

Circumstance comes,

And makes a claim,

To lordship in hearts.

Bringing us pain,

Sometimes weakness,

Suffering to impart.

Things make us fall,

Yet we must fall,

With focus on the later.

When we rise,

How we get up,

Is all that really matters.

She walked with a limp,

With difficulty she spoke,

Words coming from the soul.

She stood before us,

With a true smile,

As faith had made her whole.

It was not a miracle,

An act of God,

Making her full of life.

It was just love,

Love of living,

Witnessed with my wife.

I know our strength,

As well our power,

And so I know my place.

So when I fall,

I will look up,

And always see God's face.

Truth in Contradiction

The shortest distance between two points is a circle,

There is no beginning and no end,

And I keep coming to you.

Traveling without moving is a simple matter,

No matter how distant you may be,

We are together when I close my eyes.

Life is a mystery beyond wonder and description,

Yet when I hear your heart singing,

I begin to understand.

Pain is a necessity to which none would cling to,

And through tears of compassion,

I can taste joy.

Being lost is a condition of confusion and despair,

That near your companion,

You are found.

While in flight you experience the rush of freedom,

That keeps your soul in song,

While on the ground.

A light could not be seen if there is nothing but sun.

A lamp would not bring joy if the day was never done.

A fire would not be warm without the cold outside.

A heart would not know joy without pain inside.

A mind with all the answers knows not what to do.

A soul in need of nothing could never say I love you.