Approaching storm

Moisture gathers all around
Earth is readying for some sound
Thickening air:  humidity
Tells of storms, that'll come to be..

Creatures romp; but not for long
Song birds silence all their song
Storms approaching: challenging all:
Hear the winds: they howl and call..

Rains are falling, drenching deep
Pouring, pounding as they creep
Soothing,sounding all around
In their downpour peace is found

So the weather comes and goes
First there's rain then rainbows
Colorful signs of hot and cold
God is present in all we're told

There is a Greatness....

In the breezes, and in the flowers,
In the air and summer showers
In the molecules and in the atoms
In the heights and in the deepest chasms

There is a Greatness and an Everythingness
For the created aren't just an anythingness
For the createdness and the everythingness
Are all a part of His Great Divine-ness

In the creatures and in the plants here
In the visible and in what does not appear
In the mountains and in the valleys
In the oceans wide or slums and alleys

There is a Greatness and an Everythingness
For the created aren't just an anythingness
For the createdness and the everythingness
Are all a part of His Great Divine-ness

In the quietness and in the loudness
In the peacefulness and in the utter darkness
In the daylight and in the night time
In the beautifulness and in the humble rhyme

There is a Greatness and an Everythingness
For the created aren't just an anythingness
For the createdness and the everythingness
Are all a part of His Great Divine-ness

In the silence and in the mumbling
In the earthquakes and in the hills tumbling
In the tornados and in the hurricanes
In the calmness and the golden plains

There is a Greatness and an Everythingness
For the created aren't just an anythingness
For the createdness and the everythingness
Are all a part of His Great Divine-ness

In this moment and in this hour
In our weakness and in our power
In our waking and in our rising
In the mundane and in things surprising

There is a Greatness and an Everythingness
For the created aren't just an anythingness
For the createdness and the everythingness
Are all a part of His Great Divine-ness

Words...

From my soul, these words come out
Like some water from a spout:
Flowing, pouring, splashing all
Free to have them, as they fall..

Without measure, without frame
Words come out and call a name:
Every person, everywhere
You can claim them, even share..

Like some butter on some bread
They are tastier when they  spread
Sweetening life, relieving hurt
Words can lift, remove all dirt

Say them softly from your mind
Sweetest comforts for our kind
Lightly seasoned, or all out:
Words can help  relieve all doubt

But, like good things; they can sour..
If,  not careful, can devour
Broken people, strong ones too
Guard your words whatever you do...

Misty mornings

Misty mornings make their sound
For the world that's all around
Stretching, singing, one and all
Creatures wake us: great and small

And the elements one by one..
Sparkle with the rising sun.
Sounding,soothing, seeping in:
With their energies, we begin..

Colorful auras, and the breeze,
Delight the seeker who quickly sees:
Beauty, wonder, God's own breath
In the heights and in the depth

Could we, should we stop and gaze
At the dawning of those rays;
Coming from the morning light:
Would we see things with pure sight...?

After the storm stops

The lizards and frogs are singing their song
That follow the storms, so bold and so long
The squirrels, they romp, in the light that wanes
Grateful to gather some nuts and some grains..

The droplets of water continue to fall
As cicadas sound their interesting call
Fireflies are scurrying and brightening the eve
Tiny little creatures that won't ever deceive

Showers are slowing to a pitter patter flow
Soothing and sounding like a healing: you know
Soaking the places where energies are found
Rain is God's goodness that's sprinkled around...

Home at last...

Quiet touches upon my face
From the wind with all its grace
Whispers to me that God is love
And He's watching from Above..

In the flowers and in the trees
In the mites that no one sees
Breath of Heaven, breath Divine:
Whispers to this heart of mine

Going further into the air
In the plant-lets everywhere
Sounds of Heaven creating rhyme
Moving hearts and stopping time

Flowing waters... droplets too
Echo Heavens "I love you"
Though we see no Sacred Face
We can hear Him every place

Through the violence through the fear
God has raised us;  drew us near.
Rescuing all from  evil grasp,
God's our Haven: Home at last..