Look outside your window

Sprinkles of the sunlight are dancing in the air
Filtering through my window warming me with care.
Early morning whispers before the world is awake
Carries angel's voices and all the plans they make.

Subtle sounds of singing from all the waking earth
Touches my inner being and is speaking of rebirth
Beneath the falling raindrops creatures one and all
Raise their grateful voices as these blessings fall.

Look outside your window and open up your being
Tell me if you can what your inner spirit's seeing:
Is is just an image just like every other day
Or can you see the beauty in a more revealing way

Why do you hurt me mommy?

Why don't you love me, why don't you care
Why must I hide all these wounds that I bare
Others are happy. I'm pretending to be.
Why don't you love me, please help me to see.

Something is missing and something's not here:
A few tender kisses from a mother most dear?
Where is the loving and where is the care
What is this bruising you so  like to share?

If you would just hug me with love in your heart
All this would be better: my fears would depart
But you keep on hitting me, keep making me cry
Sometimes I'm so frightened: I'm thinking I'll die.

The things that you're doing I can't understand
I kneel in the corner, wear the back of your hand
You burn me with fire and you beat me so bad
Why are you angry? What makes you so mad?

These are the wonderings that I keep here inside
As I shiver before you and am wanting to hide.
Whenever you call me, I'm wanting to run
You must really be  hating me:  What have I done?

All your heartaches I could hear

I heard you crying in the stillness and your tear drops fell very near
Though you spoke not of your sorrows all your heartaches I could hear
Nothing of this will last forever there will be rainbows for your sky
Though today you fret and worry; all of this will be like a passerby

Has the hurt that's deep inside you put a damper on all that you do
Would you move into better energy: stop those hurts from coming through?
You are so precious and deserving of all the  brighter days that are ahead
Though you find it hard to imagine, you will not continue in all of this dread.

We are missing all the treasures

We walk among the wounded ones, each and every day:
Yes, countless are the broken ones: we pass along the way
Too quick we are with judgments but not quick enough to see
That those we have been labeling are victims of brutality.

Some of those we have written off with medical terminology
Are the angels who would help us out if we were struggling.
We stick inside our stereotypes that society says we should
But never find the treasures that the non-conformist would.

Think about those  people we're around and those we push away
What is it about the marginalized that we keep them out of our day?
Do we think we're so noble because we're mingling with "the great"?
Where can there be any greatness if we're coming to see too late?

Thunderstorms

The winds are sounding loudly and tossing things around
Creatures of the universe are hiding from all the sound
All the skies are glowing from the sparks of flashing light'
A thunderstorm is present and its such a wonderful sight.

All the earth is shaking from the movements in the air.
Plants and trees are waving and are bending down with care.
Sounds of clashing clouds are overtaking time and space
Though this storm is scary it will leave us with some grace.

Now the rains are falling and are splashing here and there
Sparkling drops of water are like some diamonds in the air.
The sounds of blowing winds become like a gentle flow
A glowing arch of colors creates a finale for this show.

We need to count our blessings

Angels are wisely whispering in the stillness of the air
Hopeful flowers are growing and are blooming everywhere
All the world is silent while it awaits a brand new day
The clouds are holding meetings and having so much to say

A somberness is reigning while another storm is on the way
Yet all of the lovely creatures continue on with their play
Nothing about the weather can ever turn their hopes around
They are loved and cared for in the blessedness they've found.

If we will take the moments to look around in our own places
We will find that we are surrounded by an eternity of graces
So much has been give to us in the beauty that is all around
We need to count our blessings when sadness starts to sound.