I breathe in the Heavens...

I breathe in the Heavens when I breathe in the air
A tiny bit of Eternity is lingering there
Inside them: the molecules..the atoms galore
An entrance is waiting: a true open door

So I inhale the Spirit the Great God Divine
Who gives me my spirit.. this vessel of mine
I praise Him, I thank Him and see Him in all
That carries His imprint: the great and the small...

I see Him in the aura and the Heavenly glow;
Shining through the universe and everything I know:
The created; the living; the sky and the sea:
The Creator Omnipotent is ever present to me...

So I inhale the Spirit, the Great God Divine
Who gave me my spirit...this vessel of mine..
I praise Him, I thank Him and see Him in all
That carries His imprint: the great and the small..

Each morning and evening, in the darkness and light
The Great God of Heaven is enabling my sight
To see what is seeable and to see what is not
The gift of God's Spirit is a treasure unbought

So I inhale the Spirit, the Great God Divine
Who gave me my spirit..this vessel of mine..
I praise Him, I thank Him and see Him in all
That carries His imprint: the great and the small

Every person's a poet

It's 4am and there is still a darkness that lingers
One sparrow's awake now and is challenging my fingers
to type into being the sound of his song
Painting for the world what my spirit has found

Morning's still distant but creatures awake
Singing and serenading some verses they make
Happening so quickly: the night becoming they day
So its so very important ..to dutiully relay

Even in the city:  the carrier of noise
A person can hear it: the Unspoken Voice
By waking up early and creating some time
Every person's a poet and master of rhyme

Morning's still distant but creatures awake
Singing and serenading some verses they make
Happening so quickly: the night becoming they day
So its so very important ..to dutifully relay

Calm down, my being: be silent, be still
So much is now happening: its touching the will
In an instant a moment and the sun fills the skies
Night time is over and  day captures my eyes

Morning's now present; and creatures are awake
Singing and serenading some verses they make
Happening so quickly: the night becoming they day
So its so very important ..to dutifully relay

Real friendship

Would you be so kindly so understanding..and so caring
As to help me without fanfare with this burden t am bearing
Too often I have had it from tbe passing well wisher or friend
A kindness shown  me only , if they felt glorified in the end...

Real friendship and selfless caring are so very hard to find
Giving, kindly people: are there any with humble mind
Yes, out there, there are people, who have no desire, but to give
The love that they had been given when the good God said "you shall live"

The world has its own version of doing good and doing well
The giver of any kindness likes to ring an enormous bell
That summons all of the media and the cameras and the fame
Nothing is done for loving or for the good of the other's name..

Friendship and selfless caring are so very hard to find
Giving, kindly people: are there any with humble mind
Yes, out there, there are people, who have no desire, but to give
The love that they had been given when the good God said "you shall live"

That someone would be so loving and so kind as to really care
Can often makes others wonder: is this person totally there?
Who would give up their savings or their earnings and their all
To someone who might not mirror it the giver would need to call

Real friendship and selfless caring are so very hard to find
Giving, kindly people: are there any with humble mind
Yes, out there, there are people, who have no desire, but to give
The love that they had been given when the good God said "you shall live"

For you to be considered kindly or a child of the Most High
There isn't any special requirments: just give from deep inside
For the lover and the giver and the Christian God fearing soul
Is he or she who will live it without needing to shout their goal.

Real friendship and selfless caring are so very hard to find
Giving, kindly people: are there any with humble mind
Yes, out there, there are people, who have no desire, but to give
The love that they had been given when the good God said "you shall live"

In every raindrop

Gray skies stretch out all around
Raindrops fall and cover the ground
Breezes blow and create some chill
Seedlets await the spring time still

Squirrels will romp and race the rain
Pinwheels spin again and again
Robbins poke and seek for food
Showers will soften the soil: they should

Hour by hour the second hand turns
One more droplet... another soul yearns
Storm clouds carry the  pains, the sighs,
In every raindrop: the universe cries

Before the zooming of the cars

A symphony of sounds are awakening me today:

Birds of every feather, are singing out in wondrous way.

The Robbins and the Blue Jays ; and the little sparrows too

Are creating soulful song-lets, that are so delightful:  it is true...

Before the noises of our business or the zooming of the cars

One can hear the plant-lets whisper some healing for our scars..

They're combining, all together, with the creatures and the green

To display what that first Garden held so dearly and so serene

If you would  venture out this morning..without cellphone or a plan

You would  hear the Spirit echo as far as your eyes can span

For in everything that is created and in everything that is

There's a glimpse of our own heaven and an echo of our bliss...

Unmeasured by time

Songs of the morning: serene and so sweet
Tap on my window, so my senses can meet
Awesomeness and wonder and loveliness divine
All of the universe is God's Sacred Shrine..

Early each morning, in warm-ness or chill
My spirit arises and prods at my will:
To hasten, to hurry, to bask in God's stillness
Before worries and fretting can become part of my realness

The sparrows, the bunnies, the plantlets and more
Challenge my vision and spirit to sore
Beyond what is apparent, the spaces now seen
Melodies are arising from the Celestial unseen..

Blessed and privileged and truly divine:
My spirit is pulled from this vessel of mine
Launched into moments unmeasured by time
Expressed without burden in the words of this rhyme..

Do you not know?

Do you not know, yes do you not know
The Heavens above and the earth down below
Cannot compare to it, or cannot contain: 
All of the blessings your soul has obtained

Look at the meadows and all of those fields
Beautiful flowers are some of their yields
Yet in all of this beauty: the lengths and the width
Everything is paling before you and your gifts

Do you not know, yes do you not know
The Heavens above and the earth down below
Cannot compare to it, or cannot contain: 
All of the blessings your soul has obtained

The most precious of gold pieces; the silver most dear
Wains in the sight of what you hold deep in here
Nothing's  more valuable and nothing of price
Can ever overshadow it, your soul's spiritual ties

Do you not know, yes do you not know
The Heavens above and the earth down below
Cannot compare to it, or cannot contain: 
All of the blessings your soul has obtained

So ponder it daily: every morning and night:
How precious this treasure is: your own inner light
Nothing's ever able to; and nothing ever will be
More precious, more lovely,  than your soul... can't you see?

Do you not know, yes do you not know
The Heavens above and the earth down below
Cannot compare to it, or cannot contain: 
All of the blessings your soul has obtained

The weather's amiss

Will it be raining or will there be snow?
Springtime has come now; but, where did it go?
Thunder and lightning, snowfall and chill:
Something is happening, can this be real?

The weather is wandering ..far from its way
Springtime is winter, and there's more I can say
Winter is summer and the fall is the spring
Somehing is happening; do you know what I mean?

Mudslides and tremoring; forest fires and rain;
Sinkholes and tornadoes: disrupting the terrain
We're not use to seeing it such shifting as this
Good God please help us the weather's amiss

What's in this changing: the springtime so chill?
Something is hidden in these elements..I feel
All things have shifted and the universe is so ill
Apocalyptic happenings are becoming so real

All of this has me wondering

Do we really believe that this bombing is any good?
Can any of  these explosions encourage others to act as they should?
How does the harming of innocents in that country way abroad
Undo the wrongs begun by the Syrian leader, Assad?

All of this has me wondering when is killing ever really right?
The sending out of missiles is better than the chemical plight?
Are we, therefore, any better than the murderers that we try to accuse?
When missiles land so haplessly, destroying more than we can choose

Solving violence with an act of violence is never ever a win
It might appear to be so laudable but newer problems begin
The flexing of some egos can serve only to open a door
Where Satan can inspire other countries into an act of war...

All of this has me wondering when is killing ever really right?
The sending out of missiles is better than the chemical plight?
Are we  any better than the murderers that we try to accuse?
When missiles land so haplessly, destroying more than we can choose

Life is always so beautiful: whether it is over here or over there
We always have to advocate its protection with greatest care
Protecting it doesn't give us a license to destroy another's land
Somehow we need to learn how to construct a better plan..

All of this has me wondering when is killing ever really right?
The sending out of missiles is better than the chemical plight?
Are we, therefore, any better than the murderers that we accuse?
When missiles land so haplessly, destroying more than we can choose

So I embrace You..

I heard You, You were speaking in the sound of the wind
In the creatures, in the plantlets I could hear You again and again
In the everything that is created and in the everything that is around
Your Voice, Your Eternal Memory is waiting to be found..

So I embrace You in every person; every plantlet; every tree:
Like You would have me touch them, Oh Holy Creator of me.
For, in all of this lovely universe; and in all of this bright blue sky:
I can hear You, as You are creating, if I'm willing and if I  try...

In the morning when it is daylight or in the darkest part of night
Your whispers continue sounding "Everything will be alright"
The Moon in its noble orbit and the sun with its glowing shine
Echoes deep inside me Your Providence is truly divine...

So I embrace You in every person; every plantlet; every tree:
Like You would have me touch them, Oh Holy Creator of me.
For, in all of this lovely universe; and in all of the bright blue sky:
I can hear You, as You are creating, if I'm willing and if I  try...

Whether the grass is quickly fading or the snowflakes softly fall
Something of Your continuity is echoing through it all
For never in any moment; or in any second or in any day
Can we say that Your Creative Action has paused in any way

So I embrace You in every person; every plantlet; every tree:
Like You would have me touch them, Oh Holy Creator of me.
For, in all of this lovely universe; and in all of this bright blue sky:
I can hear You,  as You are creating, if I'm willing and if I  try...

Truly we have been so gifted and we have been given so very much
Every moment that keeps evolving  holds the imprint of Your Touch
The miraculous and the simple settings;  the magnificent and the meek
Are a continuance of Your Creation ..so subtle and so unique

So I embrace You in every person; every plantlet; every tree:
Like You would have me touch them, Oh Holy Creator of me.
For, in all of this lovely universe; and in all of this bright blue sky:
I can hear You,  as You are creating, if I'm willing and if I  try...

The world is bigger than you...

The world is much bigger than the one you're living in
People worldwide are having their own day they have to begin
Yet everything around you has to fall out in a certain way
Or else you'll fly off the handle and have a mouthful to say

So why do you think this world is about what you want to do?
Why do you feel everyone has to do what you want them to? 
Isn't there so much more than the things you want to be done
Isn't another's needs just as valuable as your own run?

Morning noon and evening you are about building your own empire
Things that make you happy things that make you feel inspired
Yet how often do you do it:  venture out of that  mode of you
And see how you can make another happy: sacrificiing what you want to do?

So why do you think this world is about what you want to do 
Why do you feel everyone has to do what you want them to? 
Isn't there so much more than the things you want to be done
Isn't another's needs just as valuable as your own run?

Today is another day to start off doing everything right
Will you start off in your own world or in the Saviors Light
Will you see the needs of other as valuable as your own
Or will you continue on in the darkness as you sit upon your throne..

So why do you think this world is about what you want to do 
Why do you feel everyone has to do what you want them to? 
Isn't there so much more than the things you want to be done
Isn't another's needs just as valuable as your own run?

Don't you know how beautiful you are?

Oh don't you know how beautiful you are,
Despite the heartaches you've carried thus far
So deep inside,  apart from those fears
Is that beautiful you: held back by the years

So be yourself just be that you
Who's been longing to come out...your whole life through
You'll find your peace, your happiness
Drop down those walls, those many masks...

You have felt unloved  and you have felt afraid
Your life was shattered you were betrayed
Yet in all of this: this hurt, this pain;
True peace of heart was yours to gain

So be yourself just be that you
Who's been longing to come out.. your whole life through
You'll find your peace, your happiness
If you drop those walls, those  many masks...

Too many things have left you afraid
You have been belittled; you have been betrayed
The people you've trusted became your fear
So you keep avoiding them.. year after year

So be yourself just be that you
Who's been longing to come out.. your whole life through
You'll find your peace, your happiness
If you drop those walls, those many masks...

It is not okay for people to mock:
Your struggles; your worries; your insecure talk...
But they're all so ignorant: not knowing your path;
If only they could feel it:  a portion of that...

So be yourself, just be that you
Who's been longing to come out.. your whole life through
You'll find your peace, your happiness
If you drop those walls, those many masks...

One day, you will  smile; and one day you will see
This past has not impeded your potentiality
You're beautiful, you're wonderful, you're a child of God
Nothing can change that: you've got what you've got..

So be yourself just be that you
Who's been longing to come out.. your whole life through
You'll find your peace, your happiness
If you drop those walls, those many masks...

Help me be what others are looking for

Isn't it wonderful, I'm sitting right here
Surrounded by Christians and feeling You near
Yet after the service and everyone is gone
Am I still that  believer who sang out with loud song

How many people will I be helping today
Will I be the Light in the darkness or darken the way
Will I reach out to the broken the needy the poor
Help me dear Jesus to be what others are looking for

The sermons are over and the church door is shut
I run away thinking "that was marvellous stuff"
But when someone is asking me for a pittance of my time
I forget how the sermon spoke about giving our last dime...

How many people will I be helping today
Will I be the Light in the darkness or darken the way
Will I reach out to the broken the needy the poor
Help me dear Jesus to be what others are looking for

It's easy as ever to be wonderful and kind
When sitting with others with the same heart and mind
But let us encounter the trying and the thief
And we will find out how far we're willing to take our belief...

How many people will I be helping today
Will I be the Light in the darkness or darken the way
Will I reach out to the broken the needy the poor
Help me dear Jesus to be what others are looking for

The chapel is now open and it's everywhere you can see
For the worship of the Lord is not limited to some seat
It is in the living out of our lives and a giving up of our love
So that others can come to believe in the Eternal One above..

How many people will I be helping today
Will I be the Light in the darkness or darken the way
Will I reach out to the broken the needy the poor
Help me dear Jesus to be what others are looking for

If you hold out your hands

If you hold out your hands you could feel all the love
Falling down from the Heavens from the Portal above
Moving through all of the elements; the atoms; the breeze:
So much is His Presence..It surpasses sky and seas.

Yet despite all our blindness; and our busy-ness so blurred
We can still see the marvellousness, that  has daily occurred
The miracleness of  lifeness; the loveliness; the joy
That has escaped us so often but can't ever be destroyed...

So lets take the time , this morning: if just for a blink
To ponder the greatness, the beautifulness pristine
Surrounding us so wonderfully with  Divineness of God
Uplifting and inspiring and beautifying where we trod

The challenge of Easter

What is it,  the message,  of this beautiful day
Is it about it:  the candy or  the church along the way?
What is it, its meaning and what is it, we should we do?
Read it all,  in the  bible, it will enlighten us, it's true...

It isn't about it:  the hiding or the sticking to our own
Or running to the churches or the preaching on the phone
It isn't about the eating or the rising from the dead
The message is more meaningful, than the eating of The Bread...

So what is it about this Easter, this day we celebrate
Can we capture it for a moment; take time to meditate
It's taking over our networks; and stores capitalize
I wonder, yes, I  wonder:  is it a Gift from the skies???

The one thing I can remember from hearing it out loud
Is that Jesus told Mary to go out into the crowd
And to  tell them He's risen and tell them HE lives
Bring hope of His rising, I remember it like this

So why don't we  do this and why don't we go out
To bring hope to the desperate those suffering with doubt
And why can we not see it... that, we have had it all wrong
Easter isn't about the candy or the  services, so long..

If we're really the believers and following God's Son
Why is it we're so exclusive.... not inviting everyone
We think we're so religious but how far does it go?
Is it just for our families and the people we know?

After sermons and singing and the taking of bread
Is our world any better...are more people being fed?
Are we selfless and giving and like the One we believe
Easter is challenging us: to give out what we receive...