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. 

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 Quiet Before The Storm

 The dark clouds approached, 

 Like a freight train coming, 

 Riding a cold wind,

 Taking away the light, 

 Riding a cold wind,

 Taking away the sound. 

 The birds have stopped singing, 

 As they feel the monster, 

 Hiding behind the hills, 

 They feel it coming, 

 Hiding behind the hills, 

 They know it is there. 

 Rearing its head with a flash, 

 Lightning announces its presence, 

 Flooding the land with vengeance, 

 The monster releases its rage, 

 Flooding the land with vengeance, 

 As thunder embraces the heart. 

 The storms will come, 

 Taking away our strength, 

 Yet God brings us through them, 

 While building up our souls, 

 Yet God brings us through them, 

 Strengthening our hearts. 

 After the storm has passed, 

 We return to open the window, 

 To see the light stream through the clouds, 

 Bathing the land in color, 

 To see the lifestream through the clouds, 

 Rearranging beauty within the song.

 It is God who brings the storms, 

 Bringing energy back into life, 

 The rains come down upon us, 

 And wash away our tears,

 The rains come down upon us, 

 So we may come into full bloom. 

Upon This Street

 Upon the street, 

 Cars are racing in haste, 

 Schedules being kept, 

 Against the racing clock, 

 And endless circle of change, 

 Folding back upon itself, 

 Bringing repetition's reward, 

 Beneath this unchanging sky, 

 With birds reminding me of truth, 

 As I walk upon the street. 

 Upon the street, 

 Sign posts of the present, 

 Coffee cups and fender chunks, 

 Within the sparkle of broken glass, 

 Bumper stickers of thoughts past, 

 Amidst hearts asleep racing, 

 Wearing a rubber stamped expression, 

 Though some are truly awake, 

 Burning like stars with in the night, 

 Upon the street. 

 Upon the street, 

 With helicopter overhead, 

 I walk  above the sidewalk, 

 Being careful not to touch, 

 With Disturbia undisturbed, 

 Alone with in my footsteps, 

 I have never walked alone, 

 For souls know no separation, 

And God is ever present,

 And God is ever present, 

 Upon the street. 

 Upon this street,

 Rainwater casts reflections, 

 Held by the blackened pavement, 

 Showing trees and sky above, 

 As does the face that smiles, 

 Reflecting joys of heaven, 

 Contagious seeds of faith, 

 Taking root in other souls, 

 Growing trees of life and meaning, 

 Upon this street. 

Upon The Mountain

 Upon the mountain, 

 Heartbeats rising, 

 Souls in sunset, 

 Amidst  love's wonder, 

 Where spirits dance, 

 Within life's song, 

 Upon the mountain. 

  Our lives converge, 

 As we seek to be loved, 

 Walking trails of tranquility, 

 Though the dark clouds  come, 

 For as storms rearrange, 

 Love shields the heart, 

 Upon the mountain. 

 Within the town, 

 Through broken glass, 

 We glimpse the past, 

 With presence in the present, 

 As we discover ourselves, 

 And lift our pain to Heaven,

 Upon the mountain. 

 Time's illusion fades fast, 

Within places without time,

Walking the trail of no words,

Where past souls meet with present,

To overlook the view of eagles,

To see the view as from Heaven,

Upon the mountain.

To Share a Smile

How do you put into words,

That which cannot be spoken?

How do you paint a clear picture,

With sounds that flow from the mind?

Thought unto thought,

Feeling unto feeling,

Two souls with experience,

Know all through the eyes.

Strangers become friends,

Through the strength of a smile,

I smile becomes a river,

Flowing out among souls,

One conveys to ten,

And ten reach out to hundreds,

Restoring joy to the hopeless,

Replacing hopelessness with peace.

Energy is never destroyed,

Energy is never created,

Yet the energy of love,

Knows no such rules,

For this is why the stars,

And the Earth was created,

Because it was that important,

To choose to show love.

The Initiative

Jeanette and Alexander knew each other since childhood.

 They fulfilled their dreams spending each day together.

Their only remaining wish was to be together at the end.

On their 75th wedding anniversary, they passed away in each other's arms.

This is where the story begins...

Hand in hand,

They play as children,

Girl and boy,

No need of toys,

Just in a field,

Or up a tree,

Hand in hand,

For all to see.

Heart in heart,

And into life,

As man and wife,

Share pain and joy,

No matter what,

And through all things,

Look in their eyes,

And hear them sing.

Life in life,

Fulfilling full,

For all in all,

They do stand tall,

In family’s eyes,

From day to day,

Just joy in being,

Always this way.

And hand in hand,

Their tale is told,

Though they’ve grown old,

Forever young,

Never to part,

Soul initiative,

Right from the start.

The Girl With The Flower

For a friend facing much.

 

In the realm of possibilities,

There are no true exceptions,

For all things may happen,

Seemingly without reason,

Bringing darkness for a season,

And with it pain.

Through truth,

We doubt,

No truth,

Will shout,

Through fear,

To ears,

Not hearing.

Life is possibility,

As all things are of energy,

And energy is from love,

In creation from the heart,

Which God’s faith did impart,

With power beyond comprehension,

To His children.

We have power,

For this hour,

To see clear,

All that’s dear,

For through knowing,

We are showing,

What is truth.

Our minds bend reality,

Through the strength of passion,

And the force of our will,

In the work of our hands,
Though our hands seem meek,

And our hearts grow weak,

In Him we are strong.

We will not fail,

Though we seem frail,

Do not give in,

To illusions of grief,

For testing is brief,

In eternity’s true reflection,

Casts away all deception.

It is the girl with the flower,

That is the strongest of them all,

For her strength is of the heart,

And she goes forth in stride,

Her love is her pride,

Handing beauty and strength,

To another soul.

The Prayer of Squares - For Alice

She lives near the station,

The old stage coach station,

Connecting Lakeside,

With the rest of the world.

In her age she holds beauty,

Such timeless beauty,

For in her weakness,

Strength is unfurled.

In her life is magic,

Such untold magic,

Which can only be known,

As a story of faith.

For with her hands,

Her time honored hands,

She embroiders her squares,

In our hands to place.

For with each square,

Each hand knitted square,

She blesses a stranger,

With loves healing power.

For every stranger,

Each wandering stranger,

Must know he is remembered,

Within the darkest hour.

And so she travels,

Oh how she travels,

Blessing other lives,

Near the old stage station.

And so I do pray,

Oh how I pray!

That her light of love,

Can inspire our nation!

The Absolute Reflection

A day is never marked,

By a sunrise or sunset,

As these are just illusions,

Setting reality in mind.

For the truth about connections,

Is that hearts are never broken,

Souls are bound together,

Beyond the framework of time.

A memory of bird song,

May not be in the past,

As the heart can hear the singing,

In all the days to come.

Memories may be connections,

In the timeless scope of truth,

Where we are always bound,

In the mystery of song.

Two hearts drawn in love,

Are always bound together,

There is no longer a beginning,

And the magic never ends.

This can be the hearts of soul mates,

A student of life and God,

This can be the heart of family,

Or a strong bond between friends.

With all of life in balance,

In the scope of truth eternal,

No problem overshadows,

The true glory that exists.

For every soul is always,

And life goes on forever,

The simplicity of knowing that,

Is the strength of all that is.

The Silent Strings

I have passed this old violin for days in a nearby shop, reluctant to pick up such a delicate thing in my hands which have broken pick axes.  The violin is gone now, to be part of a time capsule I am told, but the music still plays on in my mind.

In silence within its case,

In silence so sublime,

No longer to see its face,

To be part of a capsule of time,

The strings once placed are silent,

The strings music did impart,

The music plays on in memory,

The music plays within my heart.

Memories contained within wood,

Memories of a skillful hand,

Once played by a country fire,

Perhaps played as part of a band,

In orchestra finding purpose,

In orchestration we have our parts,

As music gives to our souls,

And music our souls impart.

Let seeds be planted in the soul,

For seeds aspire to the sky,

As strings join to form a whole,

As strings sing the answer why,

Coming from the Great Composer,

Coming from Heaven above,

For all music sings from the heart,

All music sings of love.

Transcending Light

We are never alone,
Time passing through time,
As we mark the changes,
In this veil of illusion,
We mark the chapters,
Yet are they really there?
For there are no chapters,
In the song of life.

God sees us on Earth,
So alive in his love,
We choose to embrace,
The one true God,
Yet when leaving Earth,
We never leave His sight,
For He sees the past as now,
And then we are with Him,
We move from life on Earth,
To life realized in perfection,
And the song never ends.

I see our souls moving,
Colors in motion,
Passing within and above,
Each adding to another,
Each color growing,
Changing in beauty,
Never loosing character,
For we each touch another,
Life upon life,
Love upon love,
Shining God's light.

Altar of the Heart

Upon this desert I walk,

Where each man walks alone,

Amidst the towering waves,

Born of an endless storm,

Within an ocean of sand.

Each day I see your face,

Behind the images before me,

Striving for your temple in heart,

And when sanity is lost in darkness,

I am safe within your hand.

May my offerings honor your soul,

Though my pockets may be bare,

My tears are incense on your fire,

Where pain shines as jewels of hope,

Giving birth to joy to impart.

I cannot reach your physical temple,

Lost in time where I am out of place,

While joy’s tears bring stars upon my face,

For as a son you called me from the start,

From your love I will never depart.