Unspoken hurts

This broken heart keeps on bleeding quietly
Tears keep on falling but nobody can see
Years of the deep trauma kept tucked away
People are clueless because I won't ever say.

Smiling and laughing, it's so hard to believe
Traumas I've been through, hurts I've received
Hiding my woundedness;  it won't ever show through
Only the angels can know of it and a select chosen few..

How many are the wounded that walk on our streets?
We gaze on them daily but we won't ever meet
Carrying their brokenness beneath all that they do
We feel their deep loneliness; yes,  it pierces us through

What are the best remedies,  the cures for our blindness?
People are crying  out but we are tight with our kindness
Some how we're comforted  in  not knowing the wounded?
We find so many excuses for not including the excluded ..

In everything that is around us

Breathe in all of the peacefulness of this brand new day
For so much beauty and so much mystery is waiting along the way
Quietly beneath the powdery puffs floating across the sky
Is an echo of Eternity in everything that's passing by.

The colorfulness of the warming sun. The golden beams it sends
Gives the world a peacefulness it so rarely comprehends
The softness of a gentle breeze or the roughness of the storms
Gives messages to all of us mortal ones in so many different forms

We have only to be more open to all of the createdness around
And take some time to listen to the world's multifaceted sound
For in everything that is around us and in everything that is
Is found the imprint of the One who can give us endless happiness

It's necessary and needed

I touched the sky that was touching the ground
And tasted the dew drops that were floating around
I heard all of the whispering that was moving the wind
And listened to the sunrise announcing morning again.

I heard the soundings that moved through the trees
And listened to the scampering carried by the breeze
The ruffling of the plant-lets, the branches, and the leaves
Moved me to places that no one else ever sees

The lighting of light bulbs and the fizzling of wires
Is preceding the "rituals"  that daily transpire
The rat race of running and the going here and there
Is all part of that working world seen every where...

Another good morning  and another good day
There aren't many  moments till we're off on our way
So it's  necessary and needed to start off quite slow
For once we get going ..it's  about the running you know...

Such is the beautifulness

The sound of the wind streams  touching my face
The beautiful flowers that are waving with grace
The scampering squirrels and the chirping of birds
These are the  actions that capture my words.

A smile on a brand new baby or a ruffling of the leaves
The tiniest little creature that no one else perceives
The grandest of the oceans or the highest of the hills
These are the things that can give my heart thrills

The absence of the spectacular the greatness of  naught
The immensity of treasures that can never be bought
The whispering of willows and the hollering of the breeze
Such is the beautifulness that keeps captivating  me

Before the rest of the world awakes

Before the rest of the world finally awakes
And trees begin bending and starting to shake
I rise to greet morning: the approaching of day
And drop some thanksgivings all over the way

I can see at a distance a glimmering of light
The morning star dancing, with rays ever bright
Pushing through darkness she's bringing us dawn
Sparkles of daylight announces night is all gone

Without need for the speaking or rackety noise
The universe breaks open without audible voice
Sounding her secrets on the wings of the wind
She's inviting us to wisdom and an oasis within.

The night cried out....

The night cried out about all the day's broken people:
The outcast and the lame and those who are treated as unequal.
She shook inside her silence and wondered through the darkness:
Is there anyone who can remedy all the earth's unruly harshness?

The angels softly whispered as they hovered  with great pity:
Is there anyone to stop this overtaking of every city?
Machinery and missals are moving about with so much hatred
People are in a panic because of wars they label sacred...

The seas and all the  elements are gathering together:
"If we don't shake them up they won't be changing ever..."
And so we see the whirlwinds and the quaking earth break open
The  Eternal One cries out but we  act like He hasn't spoken

How long will we all continue in this act of self destruction
We who are all one family are such strangers to discussion
The answer for every problems lies in the bombs we're dropping?
Then why are there so many homeless and so many sounds of sobbing??