The End? - Written on 12/20/12

Tomorrow is the day,

The Mayans said it all would end,

Perhaps right in a way,

With no Mayan left to ask,

But what has come to pass?

And where are we today?

When the smallest of lives,

Are no longer safe,

And they fear to go to school,

I feel as if a fool,

For where was I to act,

Before we reached this place?

On the 20th this day,

In 2012,

I know what I can say,

For I was called to stir hearts,

And to give strong words,

I can not think to write,

Writing what my heart has heard,

As I am doing now,

In a waiting room,

Looking for a safety rope,

To the human race a teather,

Could it be that we all have it?

For we are here together,

Praying God where are you,

While our ears don't hear a word,

Stop now,

Listen,

Still,

And thrill,

Souls,

Glisten,

Light,

Emmisson,

Hearts,

Surround,

Hear the sound,

Music of love,

Resounds from above,

Look at the crowd,

Sisters,

Brothers,

We are in this together,

God gave through love,

Gifts that astound,

Patience that abounds,

If we do not see,

Towards feeling again,

Then we will truly,

Be at the end.

Forever - For families who have had the life of a child taken from them

Forever   

For Cara, Christin, Chelsea, Amber, and many more...

By Eric Visconti

I remember in my garden,

The first showing of green,

The first shoots extending,

In an effort to reach the sun,

Through my effort and hers,

Tending to the soil,

As she put forth leaves,

I watered the earth,

As she extended her arms,

I could see her face,

Before she even showed it,

I could see her eyes,

Before they ever opened,

But then on that day,

She revealed her budding,

She gave it her focus,

Until it came into bloom,

Color to be adored,

Perfuming the air around her,

The flowers in the garden,

Grew stronger in her presence,

Adding their own voices,

To the sweet song of life,

Displaying all of their colors,

As she led them in her faith,

For each and every morning,

The would open their pedals,

Each and every morning,

The flowers opened to greet her,

As I would open my door,

To the garden that is mine,

Then I came down the steps,

In my usual manner,

I came down the steps,

And she was on her side,

A branch had fallen down,

And the rose was torn asunder,

The branch had taken away,

The rose that was mine,

But I began to see the flowers,

In the sunrises that followed,

I saw the flowers looking,

To the place where she once stood,

And then I saw the truth,

Of what the flowers were seeing,

For seeing through the heart,

My rose was still there,

And within my heart,

I placed my arms around her,

And she was overjoyed,

To feel me once again,

For the truth of life endures,

And love is forever,

Our souls will never part,

For forever never ends.