Hall of Lights

 In the hall of lights, 

 Our souls convene, 

 Hearts collide in color, 

 Colors are the children of light, 

  A song of dance for the eyes, 

 Painted on the world by the heart, 

 Painted on each heart by others. 

 Words scratch the surface, 

 The deepest meaning is wordless,

 For the heart sings loud in silence,  

 In cultures on the river of time, 

 In unions where two souls become one, 

 For magic is a realm with no bounds, 

  Opened by the key of the heart. 

The luster of diamonds and gold, 

 Just symbols in the earth of treasure, 

 The warmth of gold  just a shadow, 

 Of the heat transferred between hearts, 

 The brilliance of diamonds just symbols, 

 Of light from each soul in the dark,

Shining against the backdrop of forever.

 In the ocean of life, 

 We are sailors on a journey, 

 Our differences made one by the ship, 

Different roles keep the ship on course,

Storms rearranging the sky,

Our hearts keep our hands strong,

On our course to the Promised Land.

The Scent of a Woman

The scent of a woman,

Never leaves a man's heart,

The perfume of her spirit,

Filling his soul,

As her breath of life,

Flows from him as love,

As her laughter forms,

The light of his eyes,

Which the blind can see,

Of all he is to be,

For the love of God,

Gives him wisdom and strength,

While the love of her,

Gives him purpose.

Forever.

FARKLED!!!

Six dice,

Anything goes,

How they land,

No one knows,

Three sixes,

Six hundred,

Three fours,

Four hundred,

Four sixes,

A thousand,

For fun,

Abounded!

Risk a little,

To gain more?

Two more dice,

An open door?

Roll and see,

A hundred points,

Or five hundred flee,

Yet a different game,

The risk forms pain,

Risking relations,

Just for an issue,

Letting a good soul,

Go and miss you.

Is it worth it?

Ask yourself!

You are hurting now,

AND HOW!!!

But pain does pass,

As wine from a glass,

But on the floor,

Or to the lips,

We have hands,

And are equipped,

For the heart makes choices,

To silence voices,

Or make all souls glad,

From what can be had.

Realize creation,

It is your station,

Make it happen!

Do not let it pass,

For the choice is yours,

The choice is ours,

To make the play,

Have the good things stay,

Or gain a little for a lot,

Just for a ripple,

Getting out of a pickle,

And leaving a relation,

FARKLED!!!

Cookies - for Uncle Jack

In the scope of things,

One life may seem small,

Yet one life contains a heart,

And each heart is a universe.

He loved to have a cookie,

At the end of every meal,

Something to look forward to,

A piece of joy for the soul.

A cookie from the hand,

Of the wife that stood beside him,

Was love becoming physical,

Merging spirit with the world.

This was a piece of joy,

A token between friends,

Passing from other hands to his,

And lifting up his smile.

A variety of flavors,

Reflecting on the truth,

That each and every person,

Is variety in motion.

He has become so old,

And frail within the physical,

Yet deep within his heart,

He is forever young.

And so this is to him,

And also to us all,

Sharing each day our love,

In light of cookies yet to come.

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.