Cloudy days are beautiful too

Clouds are lingering around today
Trying hard to darken my day
But behind them all I see
The shining sun is warming me..

Drooping low above the ground
Darkened clouds are ready to sound
Not with anger or with greed
But with hope for buried seed

Days of lightning and of cloud
Days of thundering claps so loud
Are the things that help me grow
Says the seed pods down below..

Just like nature: sun and shine
Enter into this life of mine
Giving warmth and thunder claps
Whenever needed: no need to ask..

Good days bad days all the same
Help the walking and the lame
Reach  their potential and their goal
Everything catered for each soul.

But, don't give up...

I feel your brokenness, I see your tears
Pent up frustrations from all those years
Inside those droplets,  inside each one
I hear the song of one undone

But don't give up, stay true to you..
You aren't the cause of what you've been through
There's  better days, a better tomorrow
There'll be a day without any sorrow.

I know you're hurting, I feel your pain
The scars from yesterday,they still remain
You're feeling hopeless, you're feeling down:
You dreams and hopes crushed to the ground..

But don't give up, stay true to you ...
You aren't the cause of what you've been through
There's  a better day,  a better tomorrow
There'll be a day without any sorrow.

So sing out your song to all outside
Let every word undo inside
The past the pain the traumas too
Sing out that song that will heal you..

But don't give up, stay true to you ...
You aren't the cause of what you've been through
There's  a better day,  a better tomorrow
There'll be a day without any sorrow.

Take time to see it...

There is a beauty to be discovered each and every day
In the atoms and the molecules some story they need to say
Riding the roaring waters or floating upon the breeze
Eternity is sending messengers that touch upon the trees

Opening up the morning with its bright and glowing shine
The rising star of morning is touching this heart of mine
Speaking to me of the forever-ness of  lands so far away
This beautiful ball of fire is signalling the start of day.

Throughout the busy whirlwind of the maddening morning rush
Quiet sounds of serenity are dropping their soothing touch
But we with all our busy-ness our have to's and our plans
Aren't able to hold this beauty that is given with Loving Hands.

So would we stop a moment or two to ponder the gifts at hand
Or would we take the time to see the richly decorated land
A masterpiece of beauty that's carrying more than we can see
Is inside of every element and inside of you and  me...

What are we doing now?...

What are we doing now? What are we fighting for?
What is the reasoning behind all our constant war?'
We were not made for this. We were not made to hate.
Let us start loving well. Our time is getting late..

There are so many starving ones, who have not enought to eat
While those who are millionaires feast on the richest meat
The warring wandering ones are uprooting the settled in
When will we learn to love when will we love again?

What are we doing now? What are we fighting for?
What is the reasoning behind all our constant war?'
We were not made for this. We were not made to hate.
Let us start loving well. Our time is getting late..

The racially charged divide in the many places we see
Are not just a past event, they are still happening
We are the ones who know how much hatred can ignite
The bloody battles of war without a soldier in sight

What are we doing now? What are we fighting for?
What is the reasoning behind all our constant war?'
We were not made for this. We were not made to hate.
Let us start loving well. Our time is getting late..

The countries battling over all their boundaries
Have been doing this   for so many centuries
Why can't we down these walls, why can't we get along
These warring rivalries have gone on for way too long

What are we doing now? What are we fighting for?
What is the reasoning behind all our constant war?'
We were not made for this. We were not made to hate.
Let us start loving well. Our time is getting late..

So you don't seem to understand these situations here
So you raise up your hand and create a bad atmosphere
The quarreling leads to hate and the hatred leads to fear
The next thing you know my friend we are all arguing here.

What are we doing now? What are we fighting for?
What is the reasoning behind all our constant war?'
We were not made for this. We were not made to hate.
Let us start loving well. Our time is getting late..

If someone does not agree with you and your philosophy
You are quick to get rid of them, that is the trend we see
Instead of allowing for the debate and allowing for growth
You will squash the ones who point out what you should loathe

What are we doing now? What are we fighting for?
What is the reasoning behind all our constant war?'
We were not made for this. We were not made to hate.
Let us start loving well. Our time is getting late..

So now it is time to love and not a time to hate
It is time to unite, but not a time to aggrevate
We are but one family under one bright blue sky
We were created for love that's why there's a you and I...

What are we doing now? What are we fighting for?
What is the reasoning behind all our constant war?'
We were not made for this. We were not made to hate.
Let us start loving well. Our time is getting late..

So quickly it passes .....

Listen to the opening echos of each second as it passes
Each one is carrying secrets of the countless masses
Sounding the sounds of centuries inside the passing breeze
Inviting the silent listener to hear the mysteries

While all the world is sleeping and everything is still
The subtle signs of nature keep on tapping on the will
To rouse the sleeping subject and to speak inside the heart
Muffling the sounds of morning that give each day its start

Creeping into the shadows of the quickly passing night
The morning star is shining and giving off her light
Shaking the silent sleeper and rousing   the distant dawn
She's merging the preselected into hours so quickly gone

The silence will cry out...

Sometimes we can't see healing when all we feel is hurt
And there's times when we are reeling from the flying dirt
Of those haven't any compassion and are telling us how to be
Without ever taking the  moments to experience our history....

Too many have kept their silences while everything was going down
But once it all became history they started to hang around
Only to make us feel worthless like we hadn't  known any pain
Flashing there so called credentials and making us feel disdain

Some day the truth about everything will come out like light of day
And others will see the sufferings we've known  along the way
The masks and lies of the abusers will suddenly be upon the ground
And those who pretended their ignorance will be challenged by all around..