It's Easter

The flowers are dancing while the showers remain
The birds are making music to the rhythm of rain
Easter has come  and we celebrate it each year
Recalling  the story of a  Resurrection most dear.

Children with their candy and their faces aglow
Radiate a happiness that we wish we could know
But it is the same happiness that we link to the day
When Jesus arose and pushed the great stone away

We can all enjoy this  Easter like the children we know
For Easter is for everyone and gives everyone a glow
We don't have to be gloomy or wear a long face
For Jesus has Risen and is arranging us all a place

I am your spirit's healer

There is an awful feeling when you realize that you've  been had
When the deal you thought you were getting turns out to be really bad
Broken in all of your spirit you start to scramble for something real
Oh, my dear and wounded person: come  away and start to heal.

I watched you as you were struggling  with all the disappointing news
You were trying to be so brave with the decisions   you didn't choose.
Right now, you're feeling slighted because of where you've had to be
But do not give up hope; for a new direction will come, you'll see.

I will listen to all of your heartaches and I'll let you cry all of your tears
I won't look at the time it'll cost me or belittle any one of your  fears
I'll be here for you always and  you'll be for me more than : just a friend
For I am your spirit's healer and I'll  be with you forever, without end.

Everywhere we look

The birds are all so happy and the sky is ever so blue
The breeze is out there whispering the Eternal "I love you"
Every creature and every element everything that there can be
Is dancing and making their music for the Keeper of Eternity

The trees are all so beautiful; and the flowers, they start to grow
Creation's reflecting the mystery that we all should really know
So much is out there waiting for us while each new morning starts
We have to make some moments if this beauty would enter our hearts

No matter where we might find ourselves: no matter the time of day
There is always something beautiful to be discovered along the way
We are all part of this great masterpiece that's be recreated anew.
Each day's a new beginning to see the world and all that's true

Your tears are still resting there

Your tears are still resting there on the floor where they just fell
I know things have been trying for you and you haven't  been feeling well
But you must know that all these storms which are shaking you up right now
Won't always be lingering with you for this is not something God would allow

The pains that are now paining you and now crippling up your poor heart
Are just a temporary happening though you wish they would all just depart
Sometimes the things in our life that we're the least able to understand
Are carving out the tools we'll use when another is needing a hand.

So cry now all of those teardrops and let out all of  your terrible pain
For it's healthy for you to do so, so that nothing toxic is able to remain
You are a precious person despite everything you've  been going through
Remember that without those raindrops there could never be anything new.

PTSD Oh PTSD

I'm still struggling to make some sense of all the nonsense of the day
I am left speechless and I'm stumbling over things that are in my way
I can't seem to comprehend it: that these flashbacks keep on happening
I'm a prisoner to this madness that has wounded me with all its sting.

If I'm absent from the present it's because the past is on my mind
And though I've fought it all   bravely these memories keep  me so confined
Sometimes I think I've overcome them but then again they come back to me
Such is how it is for the one who is dealing with  all of this ptsd.

I must thank you for all your patience and for your most tender dealing with me
For though I have been so abbrasive you keep on helping me so faithfully
It certainly hasn't been a bed of roses and it hasn't been an uneventful ride
But I thank you so very kindly for your willingness to be with me: by my side.

Before all the birds sing

Before all the birds sing and the sun lights up the sky
The Angels start to sing so that they can waken you and I
In the softness and the sweetness in a melody one can hear
The guardians from the Heavens are singing "Dawn is near"

Like the lightning, that is so speedy, these beings flash around
And though they're ever present, no trace of them can be found
Angelic in all of their actions and so protective in all their ways
Angels are those spirits that keep watch over all our days.

Sometimes we're able to feel them if we're really calm and still
At other times we sense them as they're whispering to our will
Always we can know them if we would make for them some space
Our angels are always willing to be the sweet messengers of grace