It is the end of another year....

It is the end of another whole year
So much has happened to bring us here:
We've known some laughter;  we've know some pain
We've known the normal and moments insane

There's been some bests and also some worsts
We've felt we were blessed and also were cursed
There's been some upset and also some joy
We were seen as angels and as folks who annoy.

With all that has happened: we're all still alive
Ready for the Near Year: equipped to survive
The old year, now ending has brought us all here
So to  you and your family:  Happy New Year.

A voice for the wounded children

Did you not know it: that I was your little child
And could you not stop them: all those angry hits so wild
Did you not foresee it, all the trauma that I would know
And did you not care that I'd be carrying so much hurt below

Did you not conceive it all the memories I'd be carrying
And how for so many years so much  anguish I'd be burying
Did you not think that the nightmares would overtake me
And keep me from maturing..did  think this when  you beat me?

Did you ever wonder why after so many years have passed me by:
Why am I so quick to shiver and why am I so quick to cry
Had it ever started to phase you:   what resulted from so much pain
How I'd always have to  struggle and what scars inside me would remain?

What motivates you?

What are your motives, what moves you within
What kindles your fire each day you begin?
Are you thinking of others or thinking of you
What's fueling your actions; what motivates you?

The start of each project, the start of each day:
What thoughts are you thinking what words come your way
Are you motivated by ego  or motivated by love
When you're starting each morning: what are you thinking of?

The most perfect of performances, the best you can do
Will come from the heart that is selfless and true
Not motivated by ego or even   by whim
The greatest of accomplishments are motivated by Him

Like a million diamonds

The sound of the pouring raindrops was echoing from my window sill
It woke me up from my lingering sleep and created such a soothing appeal
The rush of the wind blowing behind this shower moved me  deep within
A peaceful rhythm of a  downpour can always helps my thoughts begin.

The crawling droplets of running raindrops were painting pictures on my window
I could  see so much beauty ,so much artwork from my place upon my pillow
Though it seems like a bunch of splashes of water tossed without a care
I know that rain is like God's messenger and it is carrying love everywhere.

Sparkling like a million diamonds and hoping that we will come to see
The beauty of each droplet and how important each one can come to be
Carrying all of Eternity's lifeline of hope from the portals Above
Raindrops fall to carry us a message from the Eternal Ones Heart of love.

The Night He came....

Moving through the trees was the whispering of the wind
And every time it spoke it was moving the earth within
And all the plants and elements were dancing upon its sound
While creatures were listening carefully: secrets would abound

Without the use of directories or schoolbooks tightly bound
People from every nation could sense the beauty all around
For riding upon the breezes and singing throughout  the air
The Universe heard its Majesty and felt His Presence there.

It was such a mighty appearance and the greatest rush of air
That carried the World's Creator to the Universe unaware
For while it was in darkness and immersed in foolish noise
A whispering sound announced Him and His place of choice.

Behold Him in the manger ; among the dung and beast
The One who holds the Universe; the One who gives the feast
Helpless and so vulnerable unlike any  Earthly King
The Omnipotent One who made us: without home or anything...

This year's promise

Ribbons and papers and bows all around
Christmas is over and remnants are found
Cleanup has started but sparkles appear
As tinsel is lifted and memories draw near

Another year's ended and a new one's to come
People are regretting the things left undone
New resolutions and the promises appear
"Things will be different; I promise: this year"

Bottles are brought out with laughter and cheer
People are gathered to welcome the New year
"No more of this habit and this time: it's true;
I'll keep all my promises the whole year through.

Would it not be much better if we started each year
With the simplest of embraces and a bottle of cheer
It isn't so necessary that we are  voicing out loud
Promises that are impossible before such a crowd

We make of the holidays much more than they are
We throw out the manger we forget about the star
It's all about the price tags, the wrappings, the glow.
People are more concerned about making a show.

Wouldn't it be more wonderful if upon ending this year
We could see life more differently and things would be clear
About what is of value and what's not needing to be
If on starting the  New Year we resolved simply to see?