The Choice

 

Confusion has become the new norm,

Surrounded by the threat of war,

Sense has departed from reality,

While lands are submerged by flood,

Scorched by fires,

Shaken by quakes,

And rearranged by storms.

The familiar has become forgotten,

As if separated by glass,

Where we can see what we knew,

While walking in a strange world,

Trying to find the path,

Anything we once knew,

Feeling alone.

The unchanging has not changed,

For we carry it in our hearts,

A power much older than time,

Which nothing can overcome,

The force of love,

Tied to faith,

And unending.

The world is saved through souls,

As it always has been,

One heart at a time,

With fire igniting fire,

A conquering love,

Where the seemingly weak,

Do the impossible.

And so I awaken this morning,

Knowing God is still here,

Beauty is in the world,

And love will never die,

The song of life,

A song unending,

Which I choose to sing.

A Kiss on the Cobblestones

Where worlds do collide,

Between the old and the new,

Between the evening rains,

And the morning dew.

The young and the old,

Upon evening strolls,

Hold their hands and smile,

Upon the cobblestones.

 

With her I stroll and my mind is blown,

With a simple kiss on the cobblestones.

 

How many souls,

Have walked these streets?

How many times,

Did their lips meet?

How many stories,

Created and told,

Within these towns,

Upon the cobblestones.

 

With her I stroll and my mind is blown,

With a simple kiss on the cobblestones.

 

Energy can not,

Be created or destroyed,

The energy of love,

Is just shared and deployed,

The love of centuries,

I now share and own,

With a simple kiss,

Upon the cobblestones.

 

With her I stroll and my mind is blown,

With a simple kiss on the cobblestones.

 

Where you now stand,

Where you will be,

This simple truth,

Now you must see,

Sharing laughter and love,

Is your choice alone,

This truth I can see,

Upon the cobblestones.

 

With her I stroll and my mind is blown,

With a simple kiss on the cobblestones.

A Poem of Pain

 

Where windswept thoughts abound,

The heart is left open and insecure,

Dry tears flowing without a trail,

Voices silenced as if behind glass,

Lives in motion too soon pass.

Sorrow clears the mind like a wave,

Covering us beneath the waters,

Bringing the choice to hold my breath,

Yet pain is the mark of being alive,

Pushing us forward so we may thrive.

The sun questions each morning,

If we have the faith to rise,

Or to simply wait for breath to end,

When the gift of life is love,

And we are held by God above.

Love is strength to see past the eyes,

Which may be blinded by tears,

Yet the heart can see forever,

Which of course defies the mind,

With only the heart truth we find.

With no proof what lies outside,

We have the faith to daily go,

Faith is knowledge of things unseen,

So we may know that God is always there,

In spite of sorrow or pain there is love to share.

Faded Windows

Eyes peer through faded windows,

Looking forward from the past,

Names and faces forgotten,

From love and lives begotten,

Each one was a child and a story,

Each life a miracle in God’s glory,

The people in the pictures are long gone,

Along with those who kept the memories.

History is a discipline of the heart,

For it is comprised of endeavors of love,

In the creation of families and kingdoms,

For passion brings dreams to reality,

Neither dreams nor love ever fades,

Though kingdoms may crumble into ruin,

Though children may forget their elders,

The song of life around us never forgets.

I can see this light through faded pictures,

I can feel it in the forgotten park,

I can hear it in the voice of the old man,

Who stopped here to look at the trees,

Who stops here to feed the birds,

Who stopped here to remember the truth,

Though many pass by without seeing,

The truth of beauty is around us and free.

Pull your faded pictures into the light,

Though you may not know their names,

Look at the stories within their eyes,

Think of the kingdoms they did build,

Think of the families they once loved,

Look at the beauty of truth around you,

Live in that light which they embraced,

Which can be seen through faded windows.

The Eternal Touch

For Monica

“Though not here today we will feel her always.”

 

Time is an illusion,

For the heart never stops beating.

The day seems to begin and end,

Yet the sun is always shining.

A song has a first note and a last,

Yet songs keep playing in our minds.

And one who has touched with the heart,

Touches our souls forever.

 

She was a child full of joy,

Who grew into a woman of love.

She was a learner of knowledge and wisdom,

Who became teacher in things she would say.

Yet these so called memories of circumstance,

In reality have no beginning or end.

For anything wrought with love,

Touches our souls forever.

 

I knew her in her elder years,

Yet my heart knows her smile of youth.

Words spoken have the substance of breezes,

Yet I can still hear the sound of her voice.

In love there is no goodbye,

So my heart says hello with each sunrise.

Because one who reaches to others,

Touches our souls forever.

 

I am thankful for the present of days,

For I could share this gift with her.

I am thankful for opportunities of life,

For she is now part of who I am,

I am thankful for the power of words,

For they became her palette of colors.

The times that we shared on Earth,

Touched my soul forever.

The Forgotten Park

 

White dresses moving gently in the breeze,

Black suits and walking canes,

Children playing games under the sun,

Families sitting on blankets having fun,

While carriages roll on cobbled streets.

Wooden benches by a gentle stream,

Beneath the spreading oak trees,

Where people come to gather rest,

After hard days of doing their best,

Surrounded bye sounds of busy streets.

The years have passed along with people,

For the park has seen much brighter days,

There are elderly couples holding withered hands,

Share the warmth of love from past plans,

Seeing fewer friends with each passing day.

Today a stranger walks beneath the trees,

Feeling forgotten hearts of long ago,

Names remembered upon distant stones,

Yet voices are heard where spirits roam,

For love is the unending fire of life.