Have you ?

Have you tasted those treats that come from above
They fill  you up with Eternity's love
Not like the food that's passing with time
Eternity's food is forever sublime...

Have you noticed the things that God displays
They bring us to life throughout all our days
Unlike the things that our world might make
The Eternal One doesn't make a  mistake....

Have you felt the touch of the Eternal divine
It moves your heart and your soul to shine
Not like the love of some passing  man
Everlasting love can transform it can...

Have you heard the silence speaking out loud
It's noisier than the loudest crowd
But unlike the noise we might hear each day
The silence of God has so much to say..

Please give us Lord....

In all this rush and in all this noise
It is so hard to hear the Spirit's voice
With all this wealth and with all this greed
There's need for balance Lord intercede

Please give us Lord  Your eyes to see
That each of us are part of Your Family
And that we should love and we should care
For those You have given us everywhere.

We have no time yes we have no time
For silent thought or for rhythmic rhyme
We have to plan and we have to live
We haven't a moment to pray or give.

Please give us Lord, Your eyes to see
That each of us are part of Your Family
And that we should love and we should care
For those You have given us everywhere.

We're feeling drained but we have to go:
The hustle of our life has made this so
We cannot think and we have to rush
Our sense of feeling is out of touch..

Please give us Lord, Your eyes to see
That each of us are part of Your Family
And that we should love and we should care
For those You have given us everywhere.

I am trying to understand

I am trying to understand it the cruelty of some
Who will wound the one weeping as though they were numb
Unable to experience it, the suffering one's grief
The heartless will act blinded and offer no relief.

I am trying to comprehend it the greediness of some
Who will stop at no measure to appear:  number one
Stomping out the glitter and the glow of "the weak"
The ruthless will take power and everything they seek..

I am trying to avoid it the "whirlwind of success"
Echoing from the media and the world's wealthiest
For I know that the happiness I'm seeking inside
Is not from some change purse or mountain of pride....

I am trying to keep stillness and serenity serene
Focusing my ambitions on the lowliest scene
Where eternity is huddled into a mere human frame
To offer the created some of It's Everlasting Fame...

The pen wouldn't write....

The pen wouldn't write it, wouldn't write any more
The heart wouldn't speak up for it was feeling too sore
The pages were all blank now and without any lines
The blogger wouldn't write out any more of her rhymes

The people were all looking but they didn't know
That the poetry once written had no where to go
The pages were all silent and there wasn't a sound
The sweet flowing verses were nowhere around..

So was this the ending, the ending of her routine?
Has the poetry just ended? Do you know what I mean?
What was it that has silenced her musings and song
Is it truly the ending or is it really the dawn?

When I wake up in the morning...

When I wake up in the morning, I let my soul be still
And I open up the windows to let the outside touch my will
I breathe in all of the beauty and the morning air so pure
While symphonic sounds of daylight delight my heart for sure.

While the birds are singing sweetly,  squirrels are gathering round
And branches of trees are swaying to the windy rhythmic sound
The skies outside are cloudless and a stretch of blue I see
Today's  picture perfect opening is uplifting as can be..

The dew drops slowly disappearing are sparkling everywhere
While flowers with all their colors are sweetening the air.
Sounds of the created invading the tender silence of   morn
Are  awakening in me a longing for the Eternity of the Reborn.

But who is my neighbor?

What is the reason for you closing your eyes?
To the wounds of another, why act with surprise?
Are you really so busy, and so unable to hear?
Your neighbor is calling you: why won't you hear?

"But who is my neighbor and who is so needy?"
I ask with pretention because I'm so greedy:
The person right next to you the  one in the store
Everyone you're encountering: oh, must I say more?

The world is a marketplace but also a shrine
The people who enter it are part of the Divine
So how will you worship there: how will you pray
it's not just the Sabbath day that's holy I say....

So seek you those altars in the souls that you see
And you'll be encountering the blessings of Three
The honor you show them: the respect and the love
Will raise you to a newness with the Eternal Above...