Whenever you can

Whenever you can, reach out your hand
to touch another in his or her need
Be ready to help, be ready to care
be generous in planting that good seed
Remember the gift that you give out today
might be somebody's answer to  prayer
Don't ever hold back or turn a blind eye
when its within your power to care.

Start off today with resolve in your heart
and a eagerness that's ready to see
Someone who's hurting, someone who's needy
is just waiting for you and for me.
So turn over that new leaf that's hiding
that new way: created by the Heaven's above
Do something radical, do something different
And don't limit the amount that you'll love

This is the secret to inner contentment
that the angels in Heaven know perfectly
If we would start giving and really start caring
the happiness of angels would bless you and me
The world as we know would take on new color
and everything would be an opportunity
So let us be willing and let us be caring
and let's bring Heaven to all that we see..

Let the child out ( re-posting an earlier poem)

letting the little child out


Let me cry one more time for the child deep inside

Let me hug this little girl whose feeling she must hide

Let me weep with giant tears let me cry for all the wrong

That this little girl has known  and kept secret for too long



Let me stop being afraid and let me finally speak out

Let me jump, let me scream:let me let my voice shout

Let me let out that child who has been  hiding deep within

It’s time for her to come out so her healing can begin.

Like a book upon a shelf

Though to the world I may seem all well; inside I'm feeling so sore
At times it seems the air's so thin, that I feel I'll breathe no more.
It's quite a task to keep breathing in, when the air keeps slipping away
But life is not about the pain we feel, it's how we make it through each day

I direct my focus away from self and try to visualize the better things
So when I am hurting deep down inside, I try to picture a bird that sings
Though everything within me wants to cry. as I struggle to get some air
I know that weeping will only make it worse, so I send it off in prayer.

Because a person doesn't tell it out, doesn't mean that the pain's not there
But rather that he or she has learned to accept the inconveniences everywhere
I cannot begin to see the world's need; if I'm too wrapped up in myself
So I've decided to put my aches and pains away: like a book upon a shelf

Tuning up our senses

Someone is weeping bitterly and pouring out their heart
Their demeanor reveals a sorrow that will not depart
Every ounce of their being is shaking from inside
What is it that you would do, when you  meet them outside?

Do you stop by to console them. or think of them no more?
Will you offer to assist them, or continue to ignore?
How will you be handling:  the sight of another's suffering?
Tell me, if you will, what consolation would you bring?

Many times we can be so wrapped up in our very busy day
That we can miss all the opportunities that are on the way
Have we tuned up our senses to be aware of another's need
Or developed a habit of guarding our time with selfish greed?

When it's been too long

This trial has been going on for way too long
That disease has taken a turn that is so wrong
All the clouds have clouded up your sunny sky
Should it be wrong, then,  to have the need to cry?

Is there anyone who can claim they understand
All these sorrows and hurts you've had to withstand
At a glance everything can seem so  very passe
But looking deeper what is there anyone could say?

So let out all those tears you have been holding in
It's okay to release those tensions from deep within
Who cares how it may look to those who see them all
You  need to be free so let  those sheltered teardrops fall.

In the East shines a star

In the East shines a star with a story to tell
And if we listen very carefully it is singing Noel
For it represents the Baby that was born long ago
And whispers of a day that we've all come to know

With all of our shopping and the wrapping up of stuff
We can lose sight of that stable: so rustic and so rough
And the tiny infant King  that was once doused with hay
Could be lost in the hustle and the bustle of the day.

Christmas is about giving but it is also about the love
That was born in a manger as a Gift from Heaven Above
So let us not forget with all the things that we must do
How the first Christmas went and what it is for me and you