Friday, December 23, 2016
Heart Writer: Lovely One (For Melba)
Heart Writer: Lovely One (For Melba): Another pedal falls from the flower that grows in this Valley. How beautiful you were How timelessly elegant you were Like a child in your ...
Lovely One (For Melba)
Another pedal falls from the flower that grows in this Valley.
How beautiful you were
How timelessly elegant you were
Like a child in your ways
And now you stand beholding the face of God
Your time here has ended but only to walk in gardens of majesty
Surrounded by voices of angels
Eyes filled with glory
How tiny you were here
Tender
But how enlarged your heart must be now knowing face to face what we hope for
Rest in everlasting joy lovely one.
How beautiful you were
How timelessly elegant you were
Like a child in your ways
And now you stand beholding the face of God
Your time here has ended but only to walk in gardens of majesty
Surrounded by voices of angels
Eyes filled with glory
How tiny you were here
Tender
But how enlarged your heart must be now knowing face to face what we hope for
Rest in everlasting joy lovely one.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Awake
Death of those Lil ones so utterly destroyed by abuse of every sort
Those tormented by the wicked ones who inhabit the Earth
Given over to exercise evil with all their inaginations
but what of those who live?
Not to rob the memory of the precious lives of those that were taken but to look now on to those chosen to live on
Why live on and for what?
To be angry? Confused? Forever victimized?
Maybe to be a voice for all the voices that were taken away.
Can those Lil ones who lived rise from the ashes?
Can they indeed live forward?
Restore these and they will speak
Speak for the hurt, the abused, the lame, the departed
Use these for good
To be a light in a dark place, the day grows shorter and night is upon us. Awake us from sleep.
Those tormented by the wicked ones who inhabit the Earth
Given over to exercise evil with all their inaginations
but what of those who live?
Not to rob the memory of the precious lives of those that were taken but to look now on to those chosen to live on
Why live on and for what?
To be angry? Confused? Forever victimized?
Maybe to be a voice for all the voices that were taken away.
Can those Lil ones who lived rise from the ashes?
Can they indeed live forward?
Restore these and they will speak
Speak for the hurt, the abused, the lame, the departed
Use these for good
To be a light in a dark place, the day grows shorter and night is upon us. Awake us from sleep.
Monday, October 10, 2016
Overwhelmed
Where is hope when my feet are heavy and I feel paralyzed by
despair?
Where is the light when I feel surrounded by an abyss of sorrow?
Where is fellowship when I feel alone in a crowd?
Where is melody when all I hear is the noise?
Where is the warmth of the sun when the rain will not stop
pouring down?
How many times will my heart be disappointed?
I want to believe without fail
I want to live in the warmth of the Sun
I want a symphony to emanate from my own heart
I want to be satisfied with my own company
Tip the balance
Change the direction of the wind
Amend what is written in the stars
I dare not ask for what is fair because what do I know of
such things
I have both taken and been taken
Rain down mercy and lead me out of this place.Breathe Again
My feet above the grave a Lil one whose feet were quiet enough to tip toe past the noise of this world
How I wish I had one audience
One chance to breathe into her dry bones
These gifts that you have bestowed upon me let them not perish within me
Afford me the opportunity to give your breath once again
To believe in miracles again
To believe in the miracle of second chances
Let not my heart grow cold with every passing day
Show me mercy and renew a right spirit within me
My castle is overgrown and my gardens have laid waste
But breathe in me again and I will stand upon hinds feet again
I will walk among the lilies and call for my beloved
Answer when I call and remember me again
How I wish I had one audience
One chance to breathe into her dry bones
These gifts that you have bestowed upon me let them not perish within me
Afford me the opportunity to give your breath once again
To believe in miracles again
To believe in the miracle of second chances
Let not my heart grow cold with every passing day
Show me mercy and renew a right spirit within me
My castle is overgrown and my gardens have laid waste
But breathe in me again and I will stand upon hinds feet again
I will walk among the lilies and call for my beloved
Answer when I call and remember me again
Friday, September 16, 2016
Rise up!
Who will be the light for a generation drowning in darkness
Who will tell them it's ok to love and be loved?
A generation of people shoved into a box marked, "what I think you are"
Can we see passed imperfections and the residue of a life torn apart by self destruction?
Their jaws locked, fists clinched, bellies empty, hearts broken staring at the face of someone that just has to be lying
Ears that can't hear,
"What is truth? We know not."
Where is the preacher for this generation?
And where is his light?
Where are the dragon slayers?
They sit on ledges in dark places believing they are alone and can't be rescued from their demons
Rise in me
Arise, slay, speak
Who will tell them it's ok to love and be loved?
A generation of people shoved into a box marked, "what I think you are"
Can we see passed imperfections and the residue of a life torn apart by self destruction?
Their jaws locked, fists clinched, bellies empty, hearts broken staring at the face of someone that just has to be lying
Ears that can't hear,
"What is truth? We know not."
Where is the preacher for this generation?
And where is his light?
Where are the dragon slayers?
They sit on ledges in dark places believing they are alone and can't be rescued from their demons
Rise in me
Arise, slay, speak
Fickle
How unsatisfied we can become with things
Unsatisfied with time
Unsatisfied with people
How fickle and selfish we can be
How bored we become
Constantly chasing the next thing
Running after more time
Comparing the company we keep
Wanting always wanting
And bored because we do all these things
Can we stop for a moment and appreciate what we have?
Enjoy the time we have been given
Embrace the people before us
Life is but a vapor whispers the preacher
My heart cries for my ears
Open and listen it intercedes
Awake out of sleep.
Unsatisfied with time
Unsatisfied with people
How fickle and selfish we can be
How bored we become
Constantly chasing the next thing
Running after more time
Comparing the company we keep
Wanting always wanting
And bored because we do all these things
Can we stop for a moment and appreciate what we have?
Enjoy the time we have been given
Embrace the people before us
Life is but a vapor whispers the preacher
My heart cries for my ears
Open and listen it intercedes
Awake out of sleep.
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