Where is God?

Where is God,

 When the Twin Towers fell,
When pain is unending,

 When people go through hell?

 Where is God, 

 While suffering prevails, 

 While cancer rules the wards, 

 While physical strength fails? 

 Suffering comes from will,

 Which we are free to choose, 

 Which made in our self interest, 

 Will cause us to lose. 

 Pain comes from life, 

 While beauty surrounds us, 

 While our own breath confounds us, 

 Which is the effort of strife. 

 God does not act, 

 Within lights and in shows, 

 Behind the canvas of life, 

 Is the magic he sows. 

 Where are God’s miracles?

 Do not look to the skies, 

 They are closer than you think, 

 Look into my eyes. 

 Now look all around you, 

 Is it part of a plan? 

 God’s love shines the brightest, 

 When through human hands. 

 Suffering is a stage, 

 Unlike any other, 

 Yet the miracle from God, 

Is He gives us each other.

 We are creatures of effort, 

 Love’s acts  prove this true, 

 When I am looking for God, 

 I need just look at you. 

Never Undone

This was written after I heard of the untimely passing of Delores O’Riordan who was the lead singer of The Cranberries but I am remembering everyone including David Bowie.  Hearing their voices in song is a reminder of the truth that none of us are separated, it only seems that way.  The language of music is a reminder that all hearts are bound together through love.

 Music always surrounds us, 

 You can hear it in the breeze, 

 Encouraging a warrior in battle, 

 Bringing the faithful to their knees. 

 Through every voice resounding, 

 Some here and some far away, 

 They live in our world or our hearts, 

 And you can hear each one of them say. 

 In colors we are many, 

 In love we are but one, 

  The language of hearts is music, 

 In song that’s never undone. 

 Her voice came through from Ireland, 

 In sounds of flight like a bird, 

 The Irish cries of love, 

 Like nothing we have ever heard, 

Another voice came from England,

 His sounds enchanting the night, 

 His heart speaking through different colors, 

 And his eyes shone of two different lights. 

 In colors we are many, 

 In love we are but one, 

  The language of hearts is music, 

 In song that’s never undone. 

 Hear many who walked on our paths, 

 Many who is races are run, 

 Hear more in the dawn’s sweet whispers, 

 With voices that have not begun. 

 They all sing a song unchanging, 

 In sunshine and in the rain, 

 No matter the day’s circumstance, 

 The song remains the same. 

 In colors we are many, 

 In love we are but one, 

  The language of hearts is music, 

 In song that’s never undone. 

Their songs reflect through radios,

From the true sound in our hearts,

From the sweet reminder of music,

The truth will not depart,

Together we lift our voices,

Until the angels sing on high,

Forever we lift our voices,

The sound not contained by the sky.

 In colors we are many, 

 In love we are but one, 

  The language of hearts is music, 

 In song that’s never undone. 

 Upon the mountain, 

 Truth becomes clear, 

 Seeing forever, 

 As forever is shown, 

 Seeing mountains, 

  Both far and near, 

 While in the valleys, 

 Shadows are known, 

 For in the valleys, 

 The hills close by,

 Conceal the horizon, 

 To the eye,

 Yet from on the mountain, 

 Truth prevails, 

 And what limits sight,

 Is only a veil, 

 For all is transparent, 

 Through which hearts see,

 Limiting the heart, 

 To infinity. 

The Song of Whispers

 Who has walked that streets, 

 That I’ve walked before? 

 The present sunlight falling,

 Has closed open doors. 

 The sidewalk dirt is stamped,

 With the years gone by.

 Hence the raindrops falling, 

 From a tear filled sky. 

 Air touches skin, 

 Sounds touches ears, 

 These senses are sisters. 

 Souls cross thresholds, 

 With faces unseen, 

 In the song of whispers. 

 Those who lived and passed,

 Never pass away. 

 Safe within their timelines, 

 They will always stay. 

 For the body is not immortal, 

 Yet the soul keeps on living, 

 To the ears of patient parts, 

 From heaven this song keeps giving. 

 Air touches skin, 

 Sounds touches ears, 

 These senses are sisters. 

 Souls cross thresholds, 

 With faces unseen, 

 Through the song of whispers. 

 Lives will come and go, 

 But can they be forgotten? 

 Is forever not the gift, 

 Of God’s only begotten? 

 There is no greater hope, 

 Then life can ever bring. 

 Then the gift of love, 

 Transcending everything. 

 Air touches skin, 

 Sounds touches ears, 

 These senses are sisters. 

 Souls cross thresholds, 

 Which only hearts can hear,

 Silent song of whispers. 

 In silence hear their voices, 

 In silence the heart may hear, 

 The endless song of life, 

 Removing every fear, 

 This flame from God we carry,

 Where ever we may go, 

 No hope is rendered hopeless, 

 The light of truth will show. 

  Air touches skin, 

 Sounds touches ears, 

 These senses are sisters. 

 Souls cross thresholds, 

 With faces unseen, 

 The song of whispers. 

The Nexus of Magic

When passion meets imagination,

Magic is created,

For the heart can see what isn’t,

Then bring it to reality,

Providing strength to overcome,

Giving birth from love.

From your human hands,

Miracles are created,

For human hands are weak,

Where God’s hands never fail,

Yet when love flows through hearts,

 We can do anything.

 Patience is the key,
 Which opens the door to power,
 As true power is not for the one,
 It is for lifting the souls of many,
 Though great ones have carried this fire,
 Anyone can light the flame.

 Our paths do cross and bind,
 Through this tapestry of time and space,
 Creating ideas that never die,
 For all reality is just ideas,
 Crossing the bridge of love from the heart,

Where Words Fail

 The heart speaks a language, 

 Unfettered by words,

 Which confine possibilities, 

 To the limits of the tongue.

 The heart is unlimited, 

 Beyond the bounds of senses, 

 Seeing magnificence magnified, 

 Knowing who we truly are. 

 True vision first begins, 

 With the eyes fully shut,

 So the heart may convey clearly, 

 What the eyes will later find. 

 Our eyes will never see, 

Beauty in it’s fullness,

 For the greatest beauty in life, 

 Is hidden from plain sight. 

 There are places we may go, 

 Where the words stop flowing, 

 Where our hearts start speaking, 

 Unrestrained and in truth. 

 May words convey the wordless,

  As you look up from these words, 

 And you look into your heart, 

 Seeing life anew.