Tomorrow Unto Yesterday

This is about death which should not be feared, as it is a part of life.  With cancer a person loses the desire to eat or drink, can often clearly recall people from long ago, and can have sudden bursts of energy with the desire to take care of things.  This is tomorrow combining with yesterday.

Many people have commented on news reports of the passing of David Bowie with touching personal accounts as they find reasons to keep fighting for each day, and keep fighting for each other, in the name of love.  Many cite David's efforts to record his final album in spite of his condition to give a parting gift to his fans around the world, while he kept doing the thing that defined him.  All of this is about love which is also timeless.  If love is timeless, and the defining truth of life, then death is truly an illusion.

 Hunger is but a passing thought,
Thirst visits me no more,
I hear life's song from the street,
Through my open door.

Memories flood my living soul,
Of what people once did say,
From faces long before these thoughts,
Who were from another day.

So much to do was never done,
And yet there is so much more,
Yet all I can foresee to do,
Has all been done before.

Then strength does fill me fresh anew,
As strength did fill me when,
There was so much more of life to do,
That I may rise again.

Yet love's sunrise will never set,
As God's heart shines on to me,
For Life's love song does never rest,
It is sung eternally.

The Defiance of Despair

The tears of Heaven fall,

Where headstones cover hearts,

Hearts that are still beating,

Placed within the darkness,

Without the sound of souls.

The soulless sing victory,

Drinking lifeblood of the weak,

While laughing at the meek,

Inhaling the last breath,

Believing they are strong.

Illusion is their world,

Where stars obey their whims,

They cannot control their limbs,

Believing that they do rule,

They become the weakest slaves.

Not seeing the clear truth,

Strength is of the heart,

Which Heaven will impart,

For all of those who willing,

Will speak the song of love.

For to smile is in truth,

Of living joy defiant,

In Heaven’s strength reliant,

With patience as the mortar,

In building walls of stone.

For such is the fortress,

Of those who live for life,

Be they husband or a wife,

Passing strength on in wisdom,

To the young who wish to learn.

We only own ourselves,

Our one true possession,

To give it up is in regression,

Deciding to believe in nothing,

When God’s breath does give us air.

And so I will sing joyous,

With the Christmas time renewing,

Love’s gift of life renewing,

To touch hearts once turned cold,

For to show strength is to care.

The Night of Day

There are many among us,

Walking without hearts,

Whom breathe the air we share,

Looking but not seeing,

Speaking but not hearing,

They are shadows among living,

And without heart truly dead.

Those on the path of feeling,

Seeking pain along with pleasure,

On a journey of the heart,

Finding peace in God aflame,

As the air within our lungs,

Has a weight of nothing,

Yet weighs down our souls,

Upon the living Earth,

To share glory from above.

For in seeing physical life,

We are seeking past the seen,

Seeing souls within the colors,

Eyes portraying spirits,

Shaping song upon the silence,

With words beyond the spoken,

Where hearts sing past the sound,

And colors fill the voidless,

What was barren takes on form,

As beauty fills in meaning,

From the hand of God.

Take heart all ye living,

Awake within the darkness,

Seen from stars observing,

Our shadows under the clouds,

Eyes watching beyond time,

As stars spell out the timeless,

And the truth is sung eternal,

To rhythms of the beating heart,

Causing cold hearts to start beating,

Dead eyes begin to open,

As tears bring warmth to cheeks,

And the soul draws in new breath,

Life’s rebirth on wings of love.

The Blood of Tears - For the People of France

May the people of France know we stand beside them in love,

In prayer,

In perseverance.

The sun chases west of us,

Following the clouds,

Leaving star dust behind,

Tracing constellations,

As we speed the sun to you,

With the force of our hearts,

To warm your souls,

With the coming of dawn.

Our souls ride the sunshine,

While our bodies do sleep,

So that our spirits are with you,

At the break of dawn,

To stand right beside you,

As you walk broken glass,

On your shattered streets,

Our hearts beating with you.

For throughout your night,

I could feel silent tears,

I could hear whispered cries,

As I walked through my day,

With my hand outstretched,

Too far from your fingers,

With my soul outstretched,

To dry the tears of your heart.

For they just walked amongst you,

They were brothers and sisters,

They were mothers and fathers,

To hear Sunday’s bird songs,

Anticipating your smiles,

And yet the sun rises,

Not seeing their shadows,

As we face a different world.

Let our tears trace their lineage,

And our hearts sing their honor,

While our hands protect life,

Defying those who take it,

While the loved ones silenced,

Live forever in our hearts,

Holding fast to God’s promise,

Through the blood of tears.

Grains of Light

When darkness falls,

The stars shine through,

Illuminating the night,

With diamond beauty.

Where rain storms come,

Rearranging the land,

Every blade of grass,

Bears jewels of light.

Dark clouds bring shadows,

Painting somber shading,

Before shards of light,

Shine Heaven’s joy.

As tears of pain,

Cleanse the eyes of illusion,

Restoring heart’s vision,

Unto the traveling soul.

While cold winds come,

Bringing chill to the body,

Causing arms to seek,

A warm heart’s glow.

Life brings us trials,

Taking health and peace,

Causing us to seek,

The Most Healing Hand.

Love’s meaning brings,

Life’s limitless power,

From faith as small,

As a grain of sand.

The Song of Wine

Seek a slender vessel,

Behold one among many,

Filled to the brim,

Each one is a story,

The fruit of life’s labor,

Each one in glory.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

Each taste from a source,

Of flowers, fire, and wind,

From the Earth it’s begotten,

Lands both near and far,

Love grown in life’s light,

And rest beneath the stars.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

Some sweeter flowered wines,

Of ruby lips and charm,

Shine warmth of grace in soul,

Others standing tall and robust,

In protecting the growing vine,

Shine soul virtuous and just.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

Once a vessel is aged and full,

It can never be truly emptied,

Poured forth into life,

Life is perfected prolonged,

Filling Heaven’s bountiful sea,

Each note a part of the song.

As a vessel pours forth,

The wine is not wasted,

For the fruit is in spirit,

The love of God tasted,

We are all of the vine,

Within the song of wine.

4D

The beauty of the world,

In three dimensions,

Is astounding to imagine,

Lakes and rivers,

Sky and mountains,

Spinning through sunshine.

That motion is doubled,

As the Earth circles the sun,

And grows in intensity,

With the sun on its journey,

Our galaxy in full flight.

These dimensions are but three,

The fourth vast in scope,

As time is traveled in distance,

Bringing a motion of change,

To all we know and see.

This can be pictured,

As waves upon the sea,

Mountains rise from below,

Building in stature,

Weathering with the weather,

And smoothing into shore.

Clouds portray time’s journey,

Building upon building,

Blossoming into beauty,

Or growing dark as storms,

As each of us chooses in heart,

Our shape through life’s path.

Yet the clouds are not temporary,

Nor are the ocean waves,

Once part of the ocean,

Above or below us,

They remain live in their moment,

Captured within time.

Souls are scattered in time,

The past and the future,

People walk upon this Earth,

Not seeing through Time’s barrier,

Yet real in quantum mystery,

They are the energy we feel.

Perfection may be realized,

As God reconciles all life,

Bringing time to an end,

Retaining beauty in forever,

Bringing all our souls reunion,

When the quantum veil will fall.