The Song Unending

  The cards are dealt,

He sees his hand, 

It is not what he hoped for, 

 Nor what he planned. 

 You don't know what you get, 

 But you do what you should, 

 And you hope for the best, 

 That things turn out good. 

 Being healthy and strong, 

 It was an underhand below, 

 A diagnosis from hell, 

 Bringing him down low. 

  Then with a nonverbal child, 

 And more stress on the plate, 

 His wife fled the fire, 

 Being too much to take. 

Yet there is faith in his heart,

With your song in the air,

Lifting his soul on the wind,

Endings never begin,

Heaven breathing within,

Music takes him there.

God's voice is a sound,

Beyond my human ear,

Yet with beauty in the air,

I know he is near.

For each song that's sung,

Is just a segment that's spliced,

When it all comes together,

It is the song of life.

 When things happen good, 

 Or terribly wrong, 

 It takes no ear, 

 To pick up this song. 

 The music reminds, 

 Of the song that is true,

 To hear in the spirit, 

 Our flesh cannot do. 

Yet there is faith in my heart,

With your song in the air,

Lifting my soul on the wind,

Endings never begin,

Heaven breathing within,

Music takes me there. 

 And so we go to the concerts, 

 And so we dance in the park, 

 And so we turn on the radios, 

 And so we exercise the heart. 

 And so I hear it in the sunrise, 

 And so I feel it in the rain, 

 And so I bring it in this silence, 

 So you may hear it once again. 

There is faith in the heart,

With The Song in the air,

Lifting souls on the wind,

Endings never begin,

Heaven breathing within,

Music takes us there.

Not For Sale

 Inspired buy the song "This House is Not For Sale"  and the powerful message John Bon Jovi gave through it. 

 Not for sale, 

Our lives and hearts, 

 Through fire or flame, 

 Through joy or pain, 

 With souls awake, 

 A brand-new start. 

 Without our fear, 

 New race begun, 

 Though far or near, 

 All come who hear, 

 In silent words, 

 This song is sung.

 Through music path, 

 And sounds of light, 

 The artist's brush, 

 With heartfelt rush, 

 Souls join  in song, 

Artist's delight.

 For some will watch, 

 As others do, 

 With image change, 

 Hands rearrange, 

 With life in motion, 

 World is renewed. 

 Through pain in trial, 

 Strength fades away, 

 Hope lost from doubt, 

 Never truly without, 

 For with our eyes closed,

There is still light of day.

 Nothing overcomes, 

In any scale,

 The sheer force of love, 

 Through hearts from above, 

 Death stands in fear, 

Battle to no avail,

Our souls not for sale.

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. 

The Circle

 Love gives birth to wisdom, 

 As Job loved life beyond measure, 

 With millennia till planets were seen,

 He said the Earth was hung upon nothing. 

 Wisdom gives birth to love, 

Knowing the narrow balance of conditions,

 Within which we walk and breathe, 

 Creates love for the miracle of life. 

 Allowing our souls to connect, 

 Carrying sound through the air,

Bringing words to the heart,

In the energy of love.

 Wisdom and love bring sorrow, 

 When the heart becomes awakened, 

 Nothing may remain hidden, 

 Deepening the awareness of being. 

 Sorrow brings the coming of joy, 

 For the living heart will seek it, 

 Creating from deepened appreciation, 

 Adding fullness to the song of life. 

 Love is endlessly strengthened, 

 In the circle larger than reality, 

 Transcending death and life, 

 Beyond thoughts the mind can know. 

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.

Endless Sunrise

 I have had many things, 

 Which come in pretty boxes, 

 To find new homes on shelves, 

 And lead quiet peaceful lives. 

 Things can be touched, 

 And they do fade, 

 Becoming only objects, 

 Lost within the moment. 

 You are beauty, 

 And came not in a box, 

 A gift of pure love, 

 Over and over again. 

 For each moment with you, 

 A gift within itself,

 Lives not upon a shelf, 

 But sings forever in my heart. 

 For the spirit is not out of here, 

 And it knows no end or beginning, 

 Neither do your moments, 

 Fade within my soul.

 Each moment adding to me, 

 As I add mine to you, 

 More amazing every day, 

 Four in you I am whole.

 With in each other we dance, 

 In the end was home of heart, 

As God rejoices in our song,

 Of what is and is to be. 

 For there is no greater freedom, 

 Then within the bonds of love, 

 For the soul has endless sunrise, 

 Through what the heart can always see. 

Teacher of Riddles

 This morning at Starbucks I conversed with a woman that brought in a service dog, and an old Italian from the Bronx. We spoke of nonverbal communication, and That inspired me to write this.  The image by the way is a stock photo, but I like what it expresses.

 The heart sees no absurdity, 

 For all is in truth, 

 Knowing no words to express, 

 Four words lose their illusion, 

 And when the eyes of the heart are open, 

 The soul receives true light. 

 Even nature understands this truth, 

  Spoken thought being and absurdity, 

 And a dog can look into your eyes, 

 To know the truth of who you are, 

 And if our hearts are so much wiser, 

 Who are we to choose not to listen? 

 A good teacher teaches in the pictures, 

 Using words has the colors of his brush, 

 And though the students are learning, 

 The teacher becomes the greatest student, 

  In the eyes of those who are listening, 

 Vision of the soul becomes clear. 

 The mysteries of tragedy go on answered, 

 While the tragedy of love is ignorance, 

 For if the distractions of the world are silenced, 

 The heart feeds the soul true wisdom, 

 And though a tear may come time to time, 

 True joy will never be conquered.