But, know this for certain...

I now that you're hurting; I feel it in here
Near to my heart I can feel all of your fear
It's painful and scary the things you have known
You're feeling abandoned and all on your own

But know this, for certain, as certain as day
You're never alone and there's always a way
Even when the darkness is all you can see
The angels are around you to help you be free..

The future's uncertain; some friends are untrue
You're questioning meanings and what you should do
The thought of the morning and the day that will be
Makes you so frightened you shake helplessly

But know this, for certain, as certain as day
You're never alone and there's always a way
Even when the darkness is all you can see
The angels are around you to help you be free..

"What will they think of  me" and "What will they do"
The thoughts of the "they world" intimidate you
The worries of the right way and  how things should be
Are keeping you a prisoner of  the "they world" you see?

But know this, for certain, as certain as day
You're never alone and there's always a way
Even when the darkness is all you can see
The angels are around you to help you be free..

I hear them, the stories, of the many broken people

I hear them, the stories, of the many broken people
I take them to the quiet places without any steeple
Tear drops and heart breaks are laid at my door
Help them dearest Jesus, for I can't do any more..

Children without their mothers and women in abuse
People who are hopeless and terrorist on the loose
Countless are the moments and the heart rending calls
I feel them, they are crying and are breaking down my walls

Would that I had the visions to see what I am to do
When people are so upset that they turn away from You
I haven't all the know how or the insight so Divine
So I turn to you dearest Jesus and let Your Wisdon shine.

Today is your birthday ...

For a special person on their birthday...

Today is your birthday, it's time to recall
All of your blessings: the great and the small
The people and the places that all have had part
In making the memories so dear to your heart

Today you should be playful and free from all care
Let go of you schedule,  just leap through the air
Run out in the open and just let your self free
Today is your birthday: it's special you see?

After your birthday and after all of the fun
You can return to the grind and the work to be done
It's not going to leave you and the rest will be good
Enjoy this your birthday, you know that you should..

So many the wonders...

Think of all of the many wonders that surround you here are there:
The clouds and the sky above you, and the ever oxygenated air.
Everything that you can gaze upon and that which escapes your gaze
Speaks to you of an Eternity and of a Keeper of your days...

The silencing sound of the breezes as they brush against the trees
Speaks to us of a mysteriousness that exceeds the land and seas
The sudden burst of the coloring that saturates the morning skies
Mesmerizes  the curious ones and encourages the  artistic replies.

Each of us can capture this, that surrounds us with so much care
And, with some effort, we can also arrest the sun as it's rising to share
Its warmth, its radiance, and its over flow of  heat and warmth around
We have only to take the time apart from the daily rushes of  sound..

Winter wonderland...

Look out there and see it:  There is beauty everywhere.
All of it is just crying out: can you hear it in the air?
Trees and bending bushes, the squirrels that romp around,
Birds with all of their feathers creating their joyful sound

Quietly floating snowflakes take their descending ride to earth
Mother earth beneath her blanket is waiting Spring's rebirth
Shivering beneath the crystals knit together with all the snow
Seeds with all of their potential are broken and ready to grow.

Solemnly the gusty wind streams are helping the weather sing her song
Chillier tones of winter are giving a crispiness to the sound
All of the created beings and the inanimate elements too
Are creating the winter wonderland that's entertainment for me and you

When in those rare moments

There is a beauty in the silence that leads us into our sleep
It whispers to us of mysteries that angels like to  keep
Inspiring us with the wisdom that comes from the Heavens above
How best are we, the listeners, who are caught up in such love

Before the night is ever opened the Heavens are ready to sing
The songs of The Sacred healing and of The Everlasting Spring
Touching us within our spirits and echoing to us of the mystery
We're led from the evening shadows into what the angels see.

So quietly we're becoming the partakers of that mystical serenade
That leads us with arms invisible to where the Infinite's displayed..
We're caught up in what is indescribable but wanting so much to speak
Tomorrow we recall it all on waking and it'll carry us throughout the week

How many times, today, did you do it?

How many times, today, did you do it: speak of another's good:
Boasted of their accomplishments as if they never would
How many times did you notice it the good that others have done
And spoke of it with admiration and praises on over run

Many times this world is so selfish and full of  the "me" and "my"
That castles of self admiration are reaching up towards the sky
The number of the selfless beings that are out to promote the all
Are  so few in number that it's unbelievable; but they continue to call

How many times, today, did you do it: speak of another's good
Boasted of their accomplishments as if they never would
How many times did you notice it the good that others have done
And spoke of it with admiration and praises on over run

To love and unity and dignity; to the celebration of the crowd..
Where individual praise is more potent when another one shouts it out loud
Each person trying to out do the other in noticing the other one's deeds
Praising and glorifying the Father for planting in all the good seeds

How many times, today. did you do it: speak of another's good
Boasted of their accomplishments as if they never would
How many times did you notice it the good that others have done
And spoke of it with admiration and praises on over run

Today is the beginning of a new day a time when each of us can start
To speak of one another with compassion and with admiration of heart
Not seeking for ourselves the acclamations but directing it to the All
Who unites us, one to another; and is never overlooking the small..

How many times today did you do it: speak of another's good
Boasted of their accomplishments as if they never would
How many times did you notice it the good that others have done
And spoke of it with admiration and praises on over run

Untapped beauty

Reach for the breezes that move here and there
Take in all the oxygen and breathe in the air
Taste  of the dew drops and look to the sky
Rivers of the Omnipotent surround you and I

Unspoken the secrets that are now on display
Radiant the sun beams that are announcing the day
Subtle the outbursts of providence everywhere
Hear how the heart beats whenever we're aware?

The silence, the soundings,the nature all around;
Are creating the artwork for the verses now found
Painting the images in the most quiet mind
The canvas and the music recreates what they find

Frigid but beautiful

A beautiful blanket of white
Is stretched out before our sight
The trees and the bushes are iced
With crystals fallen from the skies

We can see the winter array
Giving an extra brightness to our day
So much beauty and so much sight
Is greeting us with this morning light

The earth is sparkling  around
With the icy-ness that's on the ground
Slipping and sliding about
Are the squirrels who  waken without shout.

The birds that gather together
Haven't shown themselves: sign or feather
Mother earth is finally awake
And she's shivering: for goodness sake.

The day is ready and radiant
She's glowing across streets so vacant
While iciness is setting the  tone
Beauty continues in all that is shown..

I can accept you because I can accept me

I can accept you because I can accept me
This is the plain truth and the reality
But if I am not happy with who I may be
Confusion and chaos is all I will see..

The faults that are in you are also in me
Though totally different in their consistency
The things I don't like and am not wanting to see
Appears in your actions but it's really in me

I have this illusion and this imbalance inside
That makes everything hateful:  a problem outside
I will toss and I will turn and I will even run  away
But the imperfections I fear are inside me to stay..

Till finally I will listen and til finally I will see
That everything that's imperfect is also in me
In how I am perceiving things and in how I am wired
Everything is imperfect  and perfection has retired

We walk around with faces....

We walk around with faces for everyone to see
A face for our employment and a face for family
A face for our special neighbors and a face for the store
So many are our faces: we have no room for more..

We're afraid of all the opinions and of the reality
So we're wearing all these images that other people see
If only we could face it: those images in the mirror
We wouldn't be so influenced by the voices that we hear

We walk around with faces for everyone to see
A face for our employment and a face for family
A face for our special neighbors and a face for the store
So many are our faces:  we have no room for more..

"If only we were like them, those people across the street..
Or had those fashionable outfits, those shoes upon our feet
We would be the happiest: the best  we can ever be"
We keep on seeking images for our  fantasy...

We walk around with faces for everyone to see
A face for our employment and a face for family
A face for our special neighbors and a face for the store
So many are our faces: we have no room for more..

The happiness that we're seeking isn't so far away
We shouldn't be letting the "joneses" dictate what we say
Being happy with our being and not being what we're not
Will bring us all the happiness we have sought and sought

We walk around with faces for everyone to see
A face for our employment and a face for family
A face for our special neighbors and a face for the store
So many are our faces: we have no room for more..

Alone time

Listen to the sounds of the world that is around you
Let the whispering universe soothe and entertain you
All the earth is singing out. Crying out is each stone.
Secrets of the universe come out  when we are alone

Noisy-ness can block it out: the beauty everywhere
Quiet down enough to hear the secrets in the air
It contains the mysteries of time before it was
Revelations comes to those who silence all the buzz..'

Time there is for frivolity and time there is for not
Each must balance equally to give us what is sought
Only in the absence of all that isn't all
Can we find the beautifulness of the great and small

You are not what happened to you

Are you broken and weeping and lost along the way
Are you seeking some direction some friendship in your day
You're not all that awfulness that terribleness you've been through
No, your beautiful, you're amazing and  precious in all you do..

Don't let all of that trauma-ness and  hurtfulness attack
All of those qualities that you think that you lack..
For inside of your being-ness: the Spirit-ness does shine
With of those qualities from  the good God Divine...

Yesterday's tragedies and  disappointments galore
Keep poking at your memories but hurt you no more
Scarring you forever your  abusers now gone
Cannot touch your inner beauty or silence your song..

All of those hurts from yesterday....

All of those hurts from yesterday won't just disappear
They create in is some tendencies, and a whole lot of fear
Accepting that they're part of us and who we are today
Will help us learn to cope with them, though they never go away

Some may judge us ruthlessly and claim we're just a show
Preaching to us of healthiness and how we should let them go
But memories of those broken years, that make us want to hide
Are not something that will go away just because we decide

Etched inside of the inner walls of the neurons in our mind
Are triggering visions of the past that somehow stayed behind
Poking us with their stimuli and reminding us of what we know
They hurt us over and over again till we show them where to go..

Each of us has had some sort of past that brings back memories
But not everyone will know the path of the most painful tragedies
So everyone of us should strive to be a light for  everyone
Not knowing who it is we'll  meet with heartaches on the run..

Happiness is free

Filtering through the branches with an intention to please
Are the golden rays of sunshine: brightening up the trees
Touching upon the window sills and dancing across the sky
The morning star is so dazzling, so challenging to you and I

The beautifulness of this morning and the loveliness so sublime
Is what inspires the poet and  artist into some creative time
Masterpieces upon some canvas or some verses within a rhyme
Can tell us and all the world that happiness doesn't cost a dime

So let us make it our one ambition our goal in life to see
The beautifulness of each moment and of all of humanity
Never becoming too busy to see it or too tangled up to  hear
The voices and views of everything that is living far and near

Regret....

Don't wait till it's too late to apologize..
  This can be anyone's song or story...

Without ever speaking I spoke to you
With  things that I did and chose to do
Without ever speaking you responded too
Your actions revealed that we were through

IF for a moment I could take it all back
Whatever it was and all that I lack
We'd still be together and wouldn't be through
I wish I did better the things that I do...

Sometimes I am thinking how it would be
If I were more thoughtful and not so much "me"
I wonder and wonder if I would have tried
Would "we"  be together..would "we" have died?

IF for a moment I could take it all back
Whatever it was and all that I lack
We'd still be together and wouldn't be through
I wish I did better the things that I  do....

The story's now over but a new one's begun
I'm hoping this time I'll do good what is done..
The lessons I've learned from the breaking apart
Has taught me about boundaries and taught about heart

IF for a moment I could take it all back
Whatever it was and all that I lack
We'd still be together and wouldn't be through
I wish I did better the things that I  do....

We're needing a healing....

This broken heart, this fragile mind
Has known the hurts of all mankind
The news, the media, the internet
Speak of the things I can't forget

We are a people, so broken so afraid
Our prejudices cry out and are displayed
We fear to love and we love to hate:
We're needing a healing. It's getting late

My eyes, my ears my soul inside
Has wept for love for acts of pride
The spirit speaks it cries out loud
Be true to self, not to the crowd

We are a people, so broken so afraid
Our prejudices cry out and are displayed
We fear to love and we love to hate:
We're needing a  healing. It's getting late

Oh can we not see it or are we so blind
That we cannot envision it:  we're intertwined
We are so connected:  the great and the small
That when one person's weeping, it's really us all:

We are a people, so broken so afraid
Our prejudices cry out and are displayed
We fear to love and we love to hate:
We're needing a healing. It's getting late

Passing by, unaware....

Crisp and cool are the breezes that are moving through the trees
Scampering squirrels are seeking out the nutrition that'll please
Early morning sunshine has just finished its y morning dance
While all the world is alive with great beauty: take a glance

Countless colors of winged ones are pecking upon the ground
Rhythmic is their walking and so delightful is their sound
Blue jays, sparrows and cardinals and woodpeckers: one or two
Are gracing the world around me and am sure you'll see some too

Passersby, with vehicles, are zooming quickly here and there
Not realizing  all the  beauty they may be passing by unaware
Man made modes of transportation with all of its moving noise
Can never replace the awesomeness that comes without a voice..

Fantasy world

Oh the brokenness we can create
When from the real world we deviate
Living  our lives inside of some fantasy
Far from  truth and from  reality..

Pretending the things that can never be
We  burden ourselves so foolishly
Crying and crying incessantly
Over  failures inside of some  fantasy

Before our eyes we can always see
What is what and  what is reality
But we too often unrealistically
Cling too tightly to our fantasy

We weren't understanding

We weren't even strong enough to block all of your hitting
Or  smart enough to know why it is you were spitting
Day after day you would keep up with all your rituals
Of meanness and abusiveness beneath guise of the spiritual

We were the most perfect of beings to  the beholder
Until closer investigation revealed wounds that were older
Than the first sign of the  noticing of all of these bruises
Fearfully we'd pull away from those asking about the abuses

We were just the little ones who weren't  understanding
Why our assigned caretakers would be so mean and demanding
Trying to be happy while beneath so much  fearfulness
You were the ones who created all of this: our tearfulness...

Let us be radiant in our love for each other

There is a great beauty in the giving to one another
Something so strengthening in being a sister or a brother
Closely uniting ourselves to everything that is created
Because in the great scheme of things we're all so related..

Yes everyone and everything is so connected and bonded
Intertwined and over lapping our spirits have responded
To that great mystical and mysterious tug of the Spirit
We cannot help but love those who are deeply inside of it...

So let us be radiant in our love for  each other
Embracing each person as our sister and our brother
Loving each creature and created one so equally
That everyone who sees us will come to us so peacefully ..

I won't pretend it doesn't hurt...

Would you have me to be quiet about all of my  pain
And say it is not hurting though a bruise will remain
Would you have me pretend it, that the hurt isn't there
Can you explain why you're thinking that this is even fair?

Pretending might cover it up:  this most painful scar
And it might even get me going but it won't carry me far
For deep down inside of me in my wound-ness there
I'm waiting to be healed and am waiting for some care..

I know you might be meaning well with your words ever kind
But telling me to get over it, is not so soothing to my mind
It's like saying to me:  just forget it or pretend  that you're okay
When  in all reality I am  hurting and and having a bad day..

Heaven

No more anger and no more unkindness
No more death and no more blindness
No more hating and no more fighting
No more arguing or back biting.

No more homeless and no more hungry
No more weeping or poor ones crying
No more bitterness and no more warring
No more need for the banks or storing

No more buying and no more selling
No more shouting and no more yelling
No more bullying and no more stealing
No more sicknesses  or awful feeling..

....Heaven...