The Magic of Creation

The eyes behold the world,

And see a taste of reality,

Objects and trees,

Rivers of noise,

The normal and usual,

The product of choice.

The heart sees reality,

As a kingdom without end,

Fantasia with no borders,

Where imagination takes flight,

Just as the stars light the heavens,

Under the cover of night.

When the sun rises,

The heart may create,

For the things that love sees,

Take shape in our hands,

Becoming real in reality,

As part of God’s plan.

For all the things we create,

From the furnace of love,

Live on in forever,

A true delight in God’s sight,

For when His children create,

It brings Him delight.

When looking at what is,

See what it could be,

The eyes see the ordinary,

But the heart knows no limit,

For life is truly magical,

When you keep love in it.

The Open Door

Music is a language, 

 Understood without words, 

 Blowing through the trees, 

 With the voices of the birds, 

 And the warmth of the sun, 

 Burning from each heart,

 For in the furnace of love, 

 Music had it’s start. 

 Music is the mirror, 

 Of the magic of life, 

 One soul touches another, 

 And then the fire spreads, 

 Embers fly through the air, 

 Like the notes of sounds, 

 Once a heart is set on fire, 

    It is lifted from the ground. 

 The greatest music comes, 

 In what we do and what we say, 

 In doing good for one, 

 We touch many along the way, 

 Every heart we touch, 

 Will reach so many more, 

 The magic had it’s start, 

 Because you opened the door. 

From The Heart

Where is perfection found,

Outside of God above?

Within the human heart,

And through acts of love.

Miracles are not myths,

Belonging to long ago.

They are every day acts,

Which can set a heart aglow.

 What once seemed impossible, 

 Is seen in new light, 

 As doubts fade away, 

 And imagination takes flight. 

 Fear has no place, 

  Where love makes a stand, 

 It is the spark of creation, 

 In the heart of God’s plan. 

 It is the power of love, 

 Which makes bonds that do last, 

 A tapestry of souls, 

 From the future to the past.

 It is from the heart, 

 The best things are done, 

 It is this strength of love, 

 Which makes us all one. 

For Kristin - Do not publish

 You have walked down many roads, 

 And hard trails in life, 

 I have faced many hardships, 

 And have often dealt with strife, 

 Yep now we can face, 

 Any kind of weather, 

 Because the greatest gift I have known, 

 Is to walk this road together. 

 I have looked into your eyes, 

 As you look up at the stars, 

 And with the wind in your face, 

 As your gaze is set afar, 

 I have felt your every thought, 

 When there were no words to say, 

 And you truly know my heart, 

 In each and every way. 

 It is together we have fought,

 And together we do stand, 

 Every day in life, 

 We face hand in hand, 

 For there is no greater force,

 On earth or up above, 

 Then when we face each day together, 

 With the strength of love. 

 So on days that you feel weak,

 And you can hardly stand, 

 Just remember these true words, 

 You still hold my hand, 

 The strength of love will find you, 

 Flowing through my heart, 

 Though the heavens and earth may fade, 

 We will never part. 

Tears Upon the Clouds - For the Families and Loved Ones in Thousand Oaks

 

They walk among us,

Young smiles and faces, 

In all towns and places, 

Each from a story,

Each one a story,

In the tapestry of life.

Voices of laughter raised,

A song upon a heart,

A life within its start,

Interrupted abruptly,

Replaced with silence,

An empty place at the table.

Rooms filled with memories,

Pictures of acheivement,

Replaced with bereavement,

So fast without warning,

Voices lingering in the air,

Whispers upon the wind.

The angels look down in horror,

Stunned in disbelief,

Longing to give relief,

To the souls rising toward them,

As their tears fall below,

Raining upon the clouds.

Yet here we are in the day,

The sun rises through open doors,

The birds sing as before,

As if nothing below them has changed,

While we awake to a different world,

Without the ones we love.

Yet the power of love is intense,

Never appears as a pretense,

Never becoming past tense,

For their hearts beat on around us,

In the endless kingdom of Heaven,

Which knows no boundary or pain.

So let your hearts be an open window,

That the light of their lives shine through you,

The love of their hearts with in you,

So the good of each one becomes you,

Their voices present in life's song,

Embraced by our Father in Heaven.