In a heart so broken and filled with sorrow
Imagine what Mary thought;
As she knelt at the feet of the Master
And pained for the brother she had lost.
Just a glimpse of the hope that He offers
Just a touch of assurance from His hand…
It’s in the tears that slip from Jesus face
It’s in His love, arms opened to embrace
It’s in the truth that showers us with grace
He’s in this place.
He’s in this place.
On a blackened night the silence spoke
Of the Savior’s love from the cross;
As blood poured from the feet of the Master
Did they wonder at the heavy cost?
Just a glimpse of the hope that He offers
Just a touch of assurance from His hand…
It’s in the tears that slip from Jesus face
It’s in His love, arms opened to embrace
It’s in the truth that showers us with grace
He’s in this place.
He’s in this place.
Through this hurting world I will wait
I will seek the peace that He brought;
As I kneel at the feet of the Master
I will long for the truths that He taught.
Just a glimpse of the hope that He offers
Just a touch of assurance from His hand…
It’s in the tears that slip from Jesus face
It’s in His love, arms opened to embrace
It’s in the truth that showers us with grace
He’s in this place.
He’s in this place.
John 11, 19
~Heidi Carson
August 11, 2003
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Mama's Thread
A young Mama bows her head at night,
Into her children, she weaves her love.
The threads, they glisten with her tears,
Encircling and enfolding each one.
A daughter, broken, falls to her knees
And calls out to God for help;
Her wayward path has run its course,
She’s tired of relying on herself.
Her Mama’s tears rejoice,
As God’s faithfulness presents;
His goodness reaches far beyond,
His grace, He then extends.
Her golden threads, they swell with prayer,
For family, love and confidence;
Her children rise up and embrace the gift,
Of unconditional love and assurance.
Arms extended, years have passed,
In a chapel, quiet and darkened;
A grandchild reaches to God in worship,
Her praises glorious, but uncertain.
Mama’s tears rejoice,
As God’s faithfulness presents;
His goodness reaches far beyond,
His grace, He then extends.
Though the fragrance of her love may fade,
And the threads of her life may fray;
Her golden threads are woven tight,
Her gift of love remains.
Blessed is the Mama,
Whose tears and strength have bound;
Her cherished family to themselves,
May God’s grace and love, continue to be found.
Heidi Carson 09/03/02
Into her children, she weaves her love.
The threads, they glisten with her tears,
Encircling and enfolding each one.
A daughter, broken, falls to her knees
And calls out to God for help;
Her wayward path has run its course,
She’s tired of relying on herself.
Her Mama’s tears rejoice,
As God’s faithfulness presents;
His goodness reaches far beyond,
His grace, He then extends.
Her golden threads, they swell with prayer,
For family, love and confidence;
Her children rise up and embrace the gift,
Of unconditional love and assurance.
Arms extended, years have passed,
In a chapel, quiet and darkened;
A grandchild reaches to God in worship,
Her praises glorious, but uncertain.
Mama’s tears rejoice,
As God’s faithfulness presents;
His goodness reaches far beyond,
His grace, He then extends.
Though the fragrance of her love may fade,
And the threads of her life may fray;
Her golden threads are woven tight,
Her gift of love remains.
Blessed is the Mama,
Whose tears and strength have bound;
Her cherished family to themselves,
May God’s grace and love, continue to be found.
Heidi Carson 09/03/02
In the Palm of His Hands
O God!
My broken heart, it crys
Burning sin
Bring tears to my eyes.
Surely alone!
I suffocate in my despair
Lost, I wander
Longing for your tender care.
Left me!
On my knees, my hands how they reach
For forgiveness
My needs, even then, you meet.
Look up!
With tear stained and furrowed brow
Encircling about me
A host of loving smiles reach me now.
Your saints!
They hold me warm in your embrace
And it’s through their love
I pull the curtain from my face.
Gracious Jehovah!
Your saints touch my aching heart
Drawing me close to you
Where I’ve been, unaware from the start.
O God!
It is now that I see that I stay
In the palm of your hand
Today, tomorrow and allways.
My broken heart, it crys
Burning sin
Bring tears to my eyes.
Surely alone!
I suffocate in my despair
Lost, I wander
Longing for your tender care.
Left me!
On my knees, my hands how they reach
For forgiveness
My needs, even then, you meet.
Look up!
With tear stained and furrowed brow
Encircling about me
A host of loving smiles reach me now.
Your saints!
They hold me warm in your embrace
And it’s through their love
I pull the curtain from my face.
Gracious Jehovah!
Your saints touch my aching heart
Drawing me close to you
Where I’ve been, unaware from the start.
O God!
It is now that I see that I stay
In the palm of your hand
Today, tomorrow and allways.
His Garden
In God’s garden
In God’s garden there is a flower, intensely radient.
Her colours warm our heart.
Her stem is strong and vibrant pumping nourishment and new life.
Delicate upturned petals capture your attention with their unique definition. Surrounding blossoms are drawn to the Son in mutual admiration.
Her fragrance fills the air with enthusiasm for life and passion for the ultimate creator.
A portrait of God’s unconditional love.
10/23/02
In God’s garden there is a flower, intensely radient.
Her colours warm our heart.
Her stem is strong and vibrant pumping nourishment and new life.
Delicate upturned petals capture your attention with their unique definition. Surrounding blossoms are drawn to the Son in mutual admiration.
Her fragrance fills the air with enthusiasm for life and passion for the ultimate creator.
A portrait of God’s unconditional love.
10/23/02
As You Are
In YOUR presence God
My salty tears, they fall.
On my knees I’m reaching out
On YOUR name I call.
Chorus: Love me and fill me
Touch this sinful heart
Change me and make me
As YOU are.
It’s just me O God
My protective walls aside
I lift my open hands to YOU
Take control of my life.
Chorus
Teach me O God to love unceasingly
For joy to fill my soul.
Let patience, goodness and faithfullness
Guide my self-control
Chorus
O how YOU know me
And yet YOU still love me
Take my life and let it be
As YOU are, as YOU are, as YOU are.
Chorus
08/26/02
My salty tears, they fall.
On my knees I’m reaching out
On YOUR name I call.
Chorus: Love me and fill me
Touch this sinful heart
Change me and make me
As YOU are.
It’s just me O God
My protective walls aside
I lift my open hands to YOU
Take control of my life.
Chorus
Teach me O God to love unceasingly
For joy to fill my soul.
Let patience, goodness and faithfullness
Guide my self-control
Chorus
O how YOU know me
And yet YOU still love me
Take my life and let it be
As YOU are, as YOU are, as YOU are.
Chorus
08/26/02
A Withered Blossom
A withered blossom:
Societies delinquent reality
Transplanted in fruitful soil
Feed by the fountain of life
Is embraced in pure, unfettered light
And turns toward it;
Torn and chaffed petals.
A tender wind lifts its weary head
And its stem stretches strong
Toward the heavens.
Broken petals unfold
Yellow tips brighten
New life vibrates
The fragrance of restored hope
In the redemptive face of truth.
12/04/02
Societies delinquent reality
Transplanted in fruitful soil
Feed by the fountain of life
Is embraced in pure, unfettered light
And turns toward it;
Torn and chaffed petals.
A tender wind lifts its weary head
And its stem stretches strong
Toward the heavens.
Broken petals unfold
Yellow tips brighten
New life vibrates
The fragrance of restored hope
In the redemptive face of truth.
12/04/02
September 12/01
To fly into death:
Into wide eyed pallid faces
Followed by frozen empty breaths
Of innocence?
Watched by childlike anxious bodies
Defiant, destructive, determined:
Propellers slicing freedom limb by limb
Strangling it, choking it into defeat
And manipulating the mangled body
To raise its’ wounded head into
Retaliation.
Captures our new evil:
The remnants of the world to
Which we woke
Rain down on us bellow
Fiery, ashy, memorabilia
Missiles into the future.
Into wide eyed pallid faces
Followed by frozen empty breaths
Of innocence?
Watched by childlike anxious bodies
Defiant, destructive, determined:
Propellers slicing freedom limb by limb
Strangling it, choking it into defeat
And manipulating the mangled body
To raise its’ wounded head into
Retaliation.
Captures our new evil:
The remnants of the world to
Which we woke
Rain down on us bellow
Fiery, ashy, memorabilia
Missiles into the future.
Finally
(Jesus loves me in quiet high lullaby piano solo)
(drum ba bum bum) Finally a Father
Finally *a Child (the)
Finally *a child (His)
Umm of the King
(repeat)
Wandering alone
Aching for some love
Questions plague the depths of my mind.
Crying out in need
Where is the truth
Despair lays on my heart then I found You.
Chorus
Reaching towards the heavens
Looking for some meaning
A glimpse of Jesus face, MY hope is IN HIS grace.
Chorus
It was his grace
His loving face
His arms around me.
It was His love
His dying love
Salvations’ family.
Chorus
(piano solo: Jesus loves me and a child of the King)
05/24/01
(drum ba bum bum) Finally a Father
Finally *a Child (the)
Finally *a child (His)
Umm of the King
(repeat)
Wandering alone
Aching for some love
Questions plague the depths of my mind.
Crying out in need
Where is the truth
Despair lays on my heart then I found You.
Chorus
Reaching towards the heavens
Looking for some meaning
A glimpse of Jesus face, MY hope is IN HIS grace.
Chorus
It was his grace
His loving face
His arms around me.
It was His love
His dying love
Salvations’ family.
Chorus
(piano solo: Jesus loves me and a child of the King)
05/24/01
1 John 4:12
When first I felt your warm embrace
My head low to the ground
My heart ached for something
In this world I hadn’t found.
Chorus: And your hand gently lifted my head
And your eyes told me of love I’d never known
And your song brought healing to my heart
And suddenly I want’ alone.
(The pain was lifted)
Bridge: Thank you for being Jesus to me
That His love spilled over
That His warmth abides in your arms.
Awesome God, it is your embrace
Which I love more than anything
And my broken heart now soars above
Your healing grace has me sing.
(And now I see your glory)
Because your hand gently lifted my head
And your eyes told me of love I’d never known
And your song brought healing to my heart
Finally, I am not alone.
12/08/01
My head low to the ground
My heart ached for something
In this world I hadn’t found.
Chorus: And your hand gently lifted my head
And your eyes told me of love I’d never known
And your song brought healing to my heart
And suddenly I want’ alone.
(The pain was lifted)
Bridge: Thank you for being Jesus to me
That His love spilled over
That His warmth abides in your arms.
Awesome God, it is your embrace
Which I love more than anything
And my broken heart now soars above
Your healing grace has me sing.
(And now I see your glory)
Because your hand gently lifted my head
And your eyes told me of love I’d never known
And your song brought healing to my heart
Finally, I am not alone.
12/08/01
This Light of Mine
A fragile porcelin child of yours
I pushed past your guiding love
And into the embrace of darkness I jumped
Without a thought to you above.
Hurt and broken I cried to you
“God, I’ve fallen on my face.”
And Lord, beautiful Lord you picked me up
Wrapping me in your healing embrace.
Tirelessly you pieced my broken life together
With such undeserving care
The depth of your love holds me together
As now, I draw near.
I weep of the scars which etch my body
Speaking of the mistakes I’ve made
But you wipe my tears and gently whisper
“They speak of the grace I gave.”
“My child the extent of my love
You may never entirely comprehend
But it is the cracks and chips upon your life
Which say the most in the end.”
“Seeping through the weakenesses are
My love, my light which shines in you
Dear child, you are all the more precious
For the careful work I’ve done in you.”
09/11/00
I pushed past your guiding love
And into the embrace of darkness I jumped
Without a thought to you above.
Hurt and broken I cried to you
“God, I’ve fallen on my face.”
And Lord, beautiful Lord you picked me up
Wrapping me in your healing embrace.
Tirelessly you pieced my broken life together
With such undeserving care
The depth of your love holds me together
As now, I draw near.
I weep of the scars which etch my body
Speaking of the mistakes I’ve made
But you wipe my tears and gently whisper
“They speak of the grace I gave.”
“My child the extent of my love
You may never entirely comprehend
But it is the cracks and chips upon your life
Which say the most in the end.”
“Seeping through the weakenesses are
My love, my light which shines in you
Dear child, you are all the more precious
For the careful work I’ve done in you.”
09/11/00
My Spirit Lives in Eden
My spirit walks in Eden, until I gaze upon Your face
I sense the awesome beauty of your presence in this place;
In awe we stand together, to worship you our King,
As praises leave our lips, we tierlesly will sing.
Chorus: We love you Jesus
Lamb of God
Creator of the Universe
And Joy of this song.
(we love you God)
My spirit lives in Eden until your glorious return
When I’ll join the angels singing, all creatures here will turn;
And our melodies together will worship you o God
And the notes of loud hosannahs will lift you up in Song.
I sense the awesome beauty of your presence in this place;
In awe we stand together, to worship you our King,
As praises leave our lips, we tierlesly will sing.
Chorus: We love you Jesus
Lamb of God
Creator of the Universe
And Joy of this song.
(we love you God)
My spirit lives in Eden until your glorious return
When I’ll join the angels singing, all creatures here will turn;
And our melodies together will worship you o God
And the notes of loud hosannahs will lift you up in Song.
The Rock
I sing of the rock
The friend with power and love
Whispers to my wanting
Life
He is my ship
In the storm.
12/20/00
The friend with power and love
Whispers to my wanting
Life
He is my ship
In the storm.
12/20/00
SONshine
I long for the Sonshine
Which once touched my soul…
So long ago it seems.
Because I felt your presence
And long for your caress O God,
Deliver me from this ever
Present, unbearable darkness.
If only the Son would shine
Down on me.
Let the Son shine down on me.
12/23/00
Which once touched my soul…
So long ago it seems.
Because I felt your presence
And long for your caress O God,
Deliver me from this ever
Present, unbearable darkness.
If only the Son would shine
Down on me.
Let the Son shine down on me.
12/23/00
Heaven's Kisses
Heavens kisses
Blow my tears away
Heavens kisses
Heal my broken heart
Heaven’s kisses
Embrace my lonely soul
O Gracious God
Help me.
Send me loving Heavenly kisses.
08/12/00
Blow my tears away
Heavens kisses
Heal my broken heart
Heaven’s kisses
Embrace my lonely soul
O Gracious God
Help me.
Send me loving Heavenly kisses.
08/12/00
Again and Again
My heart is breaking over you
My loss for you so great
Your eyes burn fire holes inside me
And I hang my head in shame
Again and again.
My appolgies ricochette off of the
Hard, cold shell you’ve build between us
Hitting me in the face over and over
And nowhere near touching you.
Is it my deciet or your anger
That frightens me to tears
Who did more harm? Me hurting you
Or you throwing that hurt into my face
Again and again.
I can’t fix it anymore
Now I guess it’s up to you
Is our friendship worth working on to you?
I ask myself.
I cry to myself.
Again and again.
06/30/00
My loss for you so great
Your eyes burn fire holes inside me
And I hang my head in shame
Again and again.
My appolgies ricochette off of the
Hard, cold shell you’ve build between us
Hitting me in the face over and over
And nowhere near touching you.
Is it my deciet or your anger
That frightens me to tears
Who did more harm? Me hurting you
Or you throwing that hurt into my face
Again and again.
I can’t fix it anymore
Now I guess it’s up to you
Is our friendship worth working on to you?
I ask myself.
I cry to myself.
Again and again.
06/30/00
Blossom
A blossom:
Small with great potential beauty
Delicate pink petals of love
Small yellow tips of intelligence,
Sees the light through the cracking pane
And stretches towards it
But it is shut off.
Hopeful it sucks life from deep within itself
But nurturing never comes
And the strain is too much.
Soft petals curl.
Yellow tips brown,
And it falls limp.
A lasting, lifeless reminder of social injustice.
02/00
Small with great potential beauty
Delicate pink petals of love
Small yellow tips of intelligence,
Sees the light through the cracking pane
And stretches towards it
But it is shut off.
Hopeful it sucks life from deep within itself
But nurturing never comes
And the strain is too much.
Soft petals curl.
Yellow tips brown,
And it falls limp.
A lasting, lifeless reminder of social injustice.
02/00
Scratching
Scratching hearts, we meet one day
Across the great abyss;
Your hand it reaches out for mine
And I long for your passionate kiss.
Divided, we build a flimsy bridge
To last us just a moment;
You slide on in and fill me up
I’ve hardly time to comment.
And then you’re gone,
Only a second truly blissful;
And in its place I’m lonely,
I’m angry, I’m miserable.
I wonder at the comfort
Associated with temporary touch;
Is it the claw marks on your heart
That make it worth so much?
05/07/00
Across the great abyss;
Your hand it reaches out for mine
And I long for your passionate kiss.
Divided, we build a flimsy bridge
To last us just a moment;
You slide on in and fill me up
I’ve hardly time to comment.
And then you’re gone,
Only a second truly blissful;
And in its place I’m lonely,
I’m angry, I’m miserable.
I wonder at the comfort
Associated with temporary touch;
Is it the claw marks on your heart
That make it worth so much?
05/07/00
Twilight's City Streets
This contentment at days end, is what I seek
Sunlight dances farewell on every oceans peak.
And my heart swells with love for you.
And my heart whispers my love for you.
Twilght’s city streets; those pastel streaks of light
Illuminated by lanterns; those brightly sparkling stars
Invade the darkness of this ever peaceful night.
And celebrate this beautiful moment from afar.
The happiness I feel so deep within
Overwhelms me from this seaside view
But I embrace it, finally give in.
Such precious moments are so few.
I hear your smile in the dark
And your sigh taking in the oceans mist
And you leave me with tears in your heart
You know I’ve begun to heal, you blow me a kiss.
I gaze at the open sky mapping twilight’s city streets
The gulls cry in the distance, waves lap at my feet
And my heart swells with love for you.
And my heart whispers my love for you.
07/25/00
Sunlight dances farewell on every oceans peak.
And my heart swells with love for you.
And my heart whispers my love for you.
Twilght’s city streets; those pastel streaks of light
Illuminated by lanterns; those brightly sparkling stars
Invade the darkness of this ever peaceful night.
And celebrate this beautiful moment from afar.
The happiness I feel so deep within
Overwhelms me from this seaside view
But I embrace it, finally give in.
Such precious moments are so few.
I hear your smile in the dark
And your sigh taking in the oceans mist
And you leave me with tears in your heart
You know I’ve begun to heal, you blow me a kiss.
I gaze at the open sky mapping twilight’s city streets
The gulls cry in the distance, waves lap at my feet
And my heart swells with love for you.
And my heart whispers my love for you.
07/25/00
Kiss My Heart
Crack my mind and
Kiss my heart
My spirit spins and whirls
My laughter drops in tears
Of grief while
My perspective curls
Around you.
You are
Here but I am gone
Then I am here,
You disappear.
Crack my mind and
Kiss my heart
My spirit spins and whirls
My laughter drops in tears
Of grief while
My perspective curls
Around you.
I love you first
And me after
But your eyes turned off,
You smile, it fell
And your darkness
Illuminated my life
And in agonizing laughter
I beg..
Crack my mind and
Kiss my heart
My spirit spins and whirls
My laughter drops in tears
Of grief while
My perspective curls
Around you.
I am gone and
You are here
I see your eyes
Breathe.
02/00
Kiss my heart
My spirit spins and whirls
My laughter drops in tears
Of grief while
My perspective curls
Around you.
You are
Here but I am gone
Then I am here,
You disappear.
Crack my mind and
Kiss my heart
My spirit spins and whirls
My laughter drops in tears
Of grief while
My perspective curls
Around you.
I love you first
And me after
But your eyes turned off,
You smile, it fell
And your darkness
Illuminated my life
And in agonizing laughter
I beg..
Crack my mind and
Kiss my heart
My spirit spins and whirls
My laughter drops in tears
Of grief while
My perspective curls
Around you.
I am gone and
You are here
I see your eyes
Breathe.
02/00
Ceilings
Ceilings, ceilings
Won’t you hold my hand
As I fly, as I fight,
The demons, the disease,
Eating at my body,
Sliding over my body,
Taking over my body,
Leaving nothing,
Leaving everything.
Until the pain is nothing,
Until the pain is everything,
And I’m left with my life:
Swirling, swarming,
Stagnant, above me,
And I stare, my hand open and empty, at more
Ceiling, ceilings, ceilings.
05/07/00
Won’t you hold my hand
As I fly, as I fight,
The demons, the disease,
Eating at my body,
Sliding over my body,
Taking over my body,
Leaving nothing,
Leaving everything.
Until the pain is nothing,
Until the pain is everything,
And I’m left with my life:
Swirling, swarming,
Stagnant, above me,
And I stare, my hand open and empty, at more
Ceiling, ceilings, ceilings.
05/07/00
The Heidi Carson Story
Let me captivate your attention with a most fascinating tale,
Of an enthralling, youngish woman, whose story must set sail.
Ironically it begins in a New Brunswick city were one would only get stuck,
If sailing was attempted in Moncton, “land of the mucky-muck.”
Born a snowy winter’s eve, her parents Christmas gift in ’79,
Heidi’s family grew quickly two years later, with two girls born at the same time.
So Heidi, April and Angela began to grow up, you see,
With an average house, and average car, a dog and a cat named Missy.
Heidi’s hobbies developed quickly, a love for people, music and outdoors,
Later reading, writing and a love for children were developed more and more.After graduating from high school, a tough decision had to be made,
A teacher? A writer? A researcher and traveler? These dreams would never fade.
Now she finds herself at UNB doing joint honors in History and English,
She’s writing and reading, researching and travelling but no, she’s not finished.
Her love for children still burns strong, her love for teaching too,
So she’s working at a concurrent BED in elementary, another dream coming true.
Barefoot and pregnant are hardly on the horizon but maybe one day down the road,
A love for family, children and a special man in many years MAY become another goal.
But for now the dream-chaser runs alone meeting and embracing new things,
Overcoming struggles and living her utmost desires~ her feet dance and heart sings.
Just recently she read a book of short stores by W. Somerset Maugham,
A lovely collection of enjoyable reading when there is not time for anything long.
Tarzan, was the latest film which brought her to the theatre door
With her adorable little friend Ellie, a lovely young lady of four.
Nineteen years of stories are etched in the footprints on my Sandy beach,
The exciting coastline stretches onward, to which I happily reach.
May the thrills of life and young spirit always keep me as free.
As the wildly crashing, thrashing, unatamably mysterious sea.
~Heidi Carson
Of an enthralling, youngish woman, whose story must set sail.
Ironically it begins in a New Brunswick city were one would only get stuck,
If sailing was attempted in Moncton, “land of the mucky-muck.”
Born a snowy winter’s eve, her parents Christmas gift in ’79,
Heidi’s family grew quickly two years later, with two girls born at the same time.
So Heidi, April and Angela began to grow up, you see,
With an average house, and average car, a dog and a cat named Missy.
Heidi’s hobbies developed quickly, a love for people, music and outdoors,
Later reading, writing and a love for children were developed more and more.After graduating from high school, a tough decision had to be made,
A teacher? A writer? A researcher and traveler? These dreams would never fade.
Now she finds herself at UNB doing joint honors in History and English,
She’s writing and reading, researching and travelling but no, she’s not finished.
Her love for children still burns strong, her love for teaching too,
So she’s working at a concurrent BED in elementary, another dream coming true.
Barefoot and pregnant are hardly on the horizon but maybe one day down the road,
A love for family, children and a special man in many years MAY become another goal.
But for now the dream-chaser runs alone meeting and embracing new things,
Overcoming struggles and living her utmost desires~ her feet dance and heart sings.
Just recently she read a book of short stores by W. Somerset Maugham,
A lovely collection of enjoyable reading when there is not time for anything long.
Tarzan, was the latest film which brought her to the theatre door
With her adorable little friend Ellie, a lovely young lady of four.
Nineteen years of stories are etched in the footprints on my Sandy beach,
The exciting coastline stretches onward, to which I happily reach.
May the thrills of life and young spirit always keep me as free.
As the wildly crashing, thrashing, unatamably mysterious sea.
~Heidi Carson
the battle
The sparrow stops upon His arm, unaware of the danger.
Blue eyes, pools of despair, gaze on in indifference.
The frightful fist circles around the tiny bird and squeezes.
Blue eyes flinch, then stare on.
The sparrow struggles in His grasp but tired finally give in.
Blue eyes burn. Frightful fists clench.
The doors slam, the lock is turned,
The sparrow tries to fly…
“Let her go” the blue eyes cry soundlessly
Only now looking down to see her own chains…
The ugly chains, the heavy door,
The struggling flicker of flame dims against the pools of deep, deep blue.
Blue eyes watch the moons pass, dreams into the night sky.
The sparrow fights; but she can not spread her wings,
As the sun breaks new she sighs and submits to fate.
The blue eyes stare into her pools of despair. Hopelessness echoes.
‘Let her go.” Frantic blue eyes dart with fear.
“Don’t give in.” I whisper. “Don’t give up.”
Her submission frightens me; the chains begin to fall away—
Blue eyes burn fire. New purpose pushes me on.
Frightful fists have left cruel, ugly bruises deep within my soul.
“You will fly.” I whisper as I fight chains and darkness.
Compassionate fire burns in my blue eyes as they lay fixed on the tiny sparrow
Chains fall away, blood pours unnoticed from my tattered skin,
With each step strength runs through my veins,
She will fly. She will soar.
Down comes the door of injustice which so long has held me captive
Off come the chains of years of abuse and guilt.
Tenderly, I open the cage and lift the tiny sparrow into my own trembling hands
“You will fly” I promise her and stroke her soft feathers.
I thrust my arms into the crisp fresh air
“Go.” The wind picks up my words and the gentle sparrow flies on them.
Her silver wings spread as she glides on the morning sky FREEDOM,
And my teary blue, blue eyes bleed one with the sky.
01/14/99
Blue eyes, pools of despair, gaze on in indifference.
The frightful fist circles around the tiny bird and squeezes.
Blue eyes flinch, then stare on.
The sparrow struggles in His grasp but tired finally give in.
Blue eyes burn. Frightful fists clench.
The doors slam, the lock is turned,
The sparrow tries to fly…
“Let her go” the blue eyes cry soundlessly
Only now looking down to see her own chains…
The ugly chains, the heavy door,
The struggling flicker of flame dims against the pools of deep, deep blue.
Blue eyes watch the moons pass, dreams into the night sky.
The sparrow fights; but she can not spread her wings,
As the sun breaks new she sighs and submits to fate.
The blue eyes stare into her pools of despair. Hopelessness echoes.
‘Let her go.” Frantic blue eyes dart with fear.
“Don’t give in.” I whisper. “Don’t give up.”
Her submission frightens me; the chains begin to fall away—
Blue eyes burn fire. New purpose pushes me on.
Frightful fists have left cruel, ugly bruises deep within my soul.
“You will fly.” I whisper as I fight chains and darkness.
Compassionate fire burns in my blue eyes as they lay fixed on the tiny sparrow
Chains fall away, blood pours unnoticed from my tattered skin,
With each step strength runs through my veins,
She will fly. She will soar.
Down comes the door of injustice which so long has held me captive
Off come the chains of years of abuse and guilt.
Tenderly, I open the cage and lift the tiny sparrow into my own trembling hands
“You will fly” I promise her and stroke her soft feathers.
I thrust my arms into the crisp fresh air
“Go.” The wind picks up my words and the gentle sparrow flies on them.
Her silver wings spread as she glides on the morning sky FREEDOM,
And my teary blue, blue eyes bleed one with the sky.
01/14/99
I Travel Alone
I travel alone down this narrow path
Three shadows accompanying me.
The one to my left walks heavy and careful, never out of line;
Molded and shaped by the church and it’s wishes, perfected slowly over time.
The second slightly dimmer and not so exact has a lighter, happier step;
Dreams and aspirations animated by education stimulate its pace a bit.
The third shilouette hardly noticed at all doesn’t walk but soars through the wind—
Held by nothing predetermined or socially correct, or viewed as an absolute sin.
Free. To express, to think and to believe—
To live and to be, ONLY me!
I travel alone down this narrow path but alas,
Three shadows accompany me.
-9/20/98
Three shadows accompanying me.
The one to my left walks heavy and careful, never out of line;
Molded and shaped by the church and it’s wishes, perfected slowly over time.
The second slightly dimmer and not so exact has a lighter, happier step;
Dreams and aspirations animated by education stimulate its pace a bit.
The third shilouette hardly noticed at all doesn’t walk but soars through the wind—
Held by nothing predetermined or socially correct, or viewed as an absolute sin.
Free. To express, to think and to believe—
To live and to be, ONLY me!
I travel alone down this narrow path but alas,
Three shadows accompany me.
-9/20/98
Poppies Bleed
Poppies bleed
Alongside our young soldiers head
As he awaits inevitable death
Not fear, but love is on his mind instead.
While poppies bleed he wonders
“Does my family know my love?”
Why didn’t I express it more?
Oh all the opportunities I should have!”
While poppies bleed he listens
To the cries of his fellow men
“Will our lives be lost for something?
Or in vain did I loose another friend?”
Today the poppies bleed in the silence
Of millions of lives lost
Let us thank these men and women for our freedom
Lest we never forget its cost.
Alongside our young soldiers head
As he awaits inevitable death
Not fear, but love is on his mind instead.
While poppies bleed he wonders
“Does my family know my love?”
Why didn’t I express it more?
Oh all the opportunities I should have!”
While poppies bleed he listens
To the cries of his fellow men
“Will our lives be lost for something?
Or in vain did I loose another friend?”
Today the poppies bleed in the silence
Of millions of lives lost
Let us thank these men and women for our freedom
Lest we never forget its cost.
Little Blessings
Her little face looks up to me
Her lips they hold a smile;
Her eyes they show her saddened heart
Perhaps she’ll stay awhile.
We sing and teach of Jesus love
And I watch her freckled face;
She’s captivated by the thought
Of Jesus love and grace.
As the children leave and run to play
She tugs my hand whispering softly;
I want to know about Jesus love
And why he’d die for me.
My mind racing, my heart thumping
I pray to God for truth;
This little one needs you dear Lord
Please let your love shine through.
As I open the book of many colours
And tell of Jesus love;
She whispers “Jesus loves even me?”
And her teary blue eyes turn above.
I tell her of sin and she nods her head
I tell her of Jesus payment for sin;
She fingers the page signifying His blood
And her eyes fill with tears again.
My heart aches so for this little one
I t seems so unfair;
I pray to God once again for help
“Please let me show her I care.”
I tell her the clean page story
And without a thought she bows her head;
Her simple little words bring tears to my eyes
God I’ve been blessed instead!
08/97
Her lips they hold a smile;
Her eyes they show her saddened heart
Perhaps she’ll stay awhile.
We sing and teach of Jesus love
And I watch her freckled face;
She’s captivated by the thought
Of Jesus love and grace.
As the children leave and run to play
She tugs my hand whispering softly;
I want to know about Jesus love
And why he’d die for me.
My mind racing, my heart thumping
I pray to God for truth;
This little one needs you dear Lord
Please let your love shine through.
As I open the book of many colours
And tell of Jesus love;
She whispers “Jesus loves even me?”
And her teary blue eyes turn above.
I tell her of sin and she nods her head
I tell her of Jesus payment for sin;
She fingers the page signifying His blood
And her eyes fill with tears again.
My heart aches so for this little one
I t seems so unfair;
I pray to God once again for help
“Please let me show her I care.”
I tell her the clean page story
And without a thought she bows her head;
Her simple little words bring tears to my eyes
God I’ve been blessed instead!
08/97
God's Love
I sat and I watched, as they scattered away,
Unchecked, the tears fell, no words could I say.
I watched, and I wondered, where they would all go
Loving arms reaching some, other I didn’t know.
Precious memories filled my heart from that very special week.
As I thought of all the children God had me meet.
Flashing smiles, they came to mind and daring little grins
Big brown eyes and chubby cheeks, tiny dimpled chins.
Troubled heart but pure as gold
Big important storeis told
Tears, God let me wipe away
Make me so lucky, I wished to stay.
A tug at my hand “here teacher for you,
I made it so you won’t forget too soon,
How you showed me Jesus and he came in my heart
Now I know He loves me, He has from the start.”
As memories I held on to and tears I pushed away
A dear friends knelt beside me, knowing what I couldn’t say.
“yes, it’s hard to leave them”, he whispered at my side
“But know that God, He loves them and He will be their guide.”
Yes, God, he loves them so much more than I could even love
And knowing this, I realized my part in this was done.
As I turned and started away, I thought of one last thing,
If only people would see the need, and His message they would bring.
A tug to my hand, I looked a dear child
A goodbye hug and a beautiful smile.
So much to learn, but one thing I know,
That a child is one way God’s love is shown.
08/97
Unchecked, the tears fell, no words could I say.
I watched, and I wondered, where they would all go
Loving arms reaching some, other I didn’t know.
Precious memories filled my heart from that very special week.
As I thought of all the children God had me meet.
Flashing smiles, they came to mind and daring little grins
Big brown eyes and chubby cheeks, tiny dimpled chins.
Troubled heart but pure as gold
Big important storeis told
Tears, God let me wipe away
Make me so lucky, I wished to stay.
A tug at my hand “here teacher for you,
I made it so you won’t forget too soon,
How you showed me Jesus and he came in my heart
Now I know He loves me, He has from the start.”
As memories I held on to and tears I pushed away
A dear friends knelt beside me, knowing what I couldn’t say.
“yes, it’s hard to leave them”, he whispered at my side
“But know that God, He loves them and He will be their guide.”
Yes, God, he loves them so much more than I could even love
And knowing this, I realized my part in this was done.
As I turned and started away, I thought of one last thing,
If only people would see the need, and His message they would bring.
A tug to my hand, I looked a dear child
A goodbye hug and a beautiful smile.
So much to learn, but one thing I know,
That a child is one way God’s love is shown.
08/97
The Moon
A quietness falls over the house,
The night is dark.
The wind moans softly.
Soft breathing,
Sleep has come to all but one.
She lies in bed
Staring at the soft glow,
Of the moon.
Her friend.
Tears flow
To her pillow.
Not a movement does she make,
Not a noise,
But her heart aching,
She talks.
Not aloud,
Silently.
To herself?
No, to her friend,
To the moon.
Always there,
A sponge soaking in,
Never spitting out,
Never gone.
Always there.
Her friend.
The moon.
The night is dark.
The wind moans softly.
Soft breathing,
Sleep has come to all but one.
She lies in bed
Staring at the soft glow,
Of the moon.
Her friend.
Tears flow
To her pillow.
Not a movement does she make,
Not a noise,
But her heart aching,
She talks.
Not aloud,
Silently.
To herself?
No, to her friend,
To the moon.
Always there,
A sponge soaking in,
Never spitting out,
Never gone.
Always there.
Her friend.
The moon.
Look To Me
The water swirls in around me
I fight
But still I sink.
Pictures of sadness, distress and loss
Flood my mind.
The water grows deeper and darker.
Suddenly a glint of light!
I grasp at the fond memory
It grows an develops,
Becomes lighter and then…
It’s gone.
Tired and exhausted, I sink.
As darkness closes in around me
I look desperately to the Son
Who lifts me out of the troubled waters
And carries me safely to shore.
Sonlight raining down upon my face
The ocean whispers
“Look to me.”
I fight
But still I sink.
Pictures of sadness, distress and loss
Flood my mind.
The water grows deeper and darker.
Suddenly a glint of light!
I grasp at the fond memory
It grows an develops,
Becomes lighter and then…
It’s gone.
Tired and exhausted, I sink.
As darkness closes in around me
I look desperately to the Son
Who lifts me out of the troubled waters
And carries me safely to shore.
Sonlight raining down upon my face
The ocean whispers
“Look to me.”
Her Eyes
Her eyes, locked, stare through the glass, the tears fall;
Her heart aches for a friendship true , someone for sharing all.
Dear God! She cries, am I alone? you seem so far sometimes,
please give me strength, help me through;
But most of all dear Lord, please help me be like you.
Her Lord sees all and understands, He knows what is the best;
But sometimes she can’t see the good of His little tests.
To have a person to call dear, A friend, someone to love;
A fellow Christian brother or sister In the Heavenly Father above.
So many questions circle through this youths young mind;
And to feel alone in a secular world is how she feels, you’ll find.
A friends, dear Lord is that so much to ask?
To help tare down the walls she’s built, the walls—her mask.
Not so many years have marked her clock, but still she feels old
She needs a friend to be near, to have her stories told.
Her wants are for the world to be happy, for joy to fill each being;
She wishes, maybe she could be a reason for that feeling.
She wants not one to know of her heartaches, trials and tears;
She wants no one to find her a bother that is her worst fear.
She’s young and health, full of heart. But worries far too much;
Just lean on the Lord, she tells herself, You’ll feel His gentle touch.
She knows that God, is always near, never leaves her side;
He’ll keep her above the threatening waves that come in with the tide.
But God, sometimes you need a friend, someone on the land;
To share your feelings and the joy of Christ who is so grand!
She knows its true, that You are there;
A true friend to share with you is her only wish.
Her eyes, locked, stare through the glass. The tears fall;
Her heart aches for a friendship true, someone for sharing all.
Her heart aches for a friendship true , someone for sharing all.
Dear God! She cries, am I alone? you seem so far sometimes,
please give me strength, help me through;
But most of all dear Lord, please help me be like you.
Her Lord sees all and understands, He knows what is the best;
But sometimes she can’t see the good of His little tests.
To have a person to call dear, A friend, someone to love;
A fellow Christian brother or sister In the Heavenly Father above.
So many questions circle through this youths young mind;
And to feel alone in a secular world is how she feels, you’ll find.
A friends, dear Lord is that so much to ask?
To help tare down the walls she’s built, the walls—her mask.
Not so many years have marked her clock, but still she feels old
She needs a friend to be near, to have her stories told.
Her wants are for the world to be happy, for joy to fill each being;
She wishes, maybe she could be a reason for that feeling.
She wants not one to know of her heartaches, trials and tears;
She wants no one to find her a bother that is her worst fear.
She’s young and health, full of heart. But worries far too much;
Just lean on the Lord, she tells herself, You’ll feel His gentle touch.
She knows that God, is always near, never leaves her side;
He’ll keep her above the threatening waves that come in with the tide.
But God, sometimes you need a friend, someone on the land;
To share your feelings and the joy of Christ who is so grand!
She knows its true, that You are there;
A true friend to share with you is her only wish.
Her eyes, locked, stare through the glass. The tears fall;
Her heart aches for a friendship true, someone for sharing all.
What will it be like?
What will it be like?
To walk upon the streets of gold.
To feel the warmth and happiness
That all will enjoy.
What will it be like?
To sing and sing forever
Never growing tired
Of praising the Almighty.
What will it be like?
To see the Lord in awesome glory
Flip into His book of Life
And say “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”
What will it be like?
To walk with You, dear Lord
To spend endless hours
In conversation with our Perfect Maker.
Dear Lord,
What will it be like?
To walk with you,
To talk with you,
To sing for you,
T0 please you
For eternity, in Paradise?
This tiny little period of time
Is just a stepping stone
I pray I make it
Profitable to You.
But Oh dear Lord! To only guess
What it will be like!
To walk upon the streets of gold.
To feel the warmth and happiness
That all will enjoy.
What will it be like?
To sing and sing forever
Never growing tired
Of praising the Almighty.
What will it be like?
To see the Lord in awesome glory
Flip into His book of Life
And say “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”
What will it be like?
To walk with You, dear Lord
To spend endless hours
In conversation with our Perfect Maker.
Dear Lord,
What will it be like?
To walk with you,
To talk with you,
To sing for you,
T0 please you
For eternity, in Paradise?
This tiny little period of time
Is just a stepping stone
I pray I make it
Profitable to You.
But Oh dear Lord! To only guess
What it will be like!
The Happy Man
The sun bore down upon his back
A man tilling the ground;
He works from sunrise to sunset
Not complaining or making a sound.
He’d stop for a moment of prayer
Then quickly hurry on;
The image that haunted his mind kept him going
The image – his starving son.
At the end of the day he collected his pay
His wages a loaf of bread;
He walked the moonlit path home
Body aching for nothing but bed.
Arriving at home he is met by his son
Running and squealing with glee;
They sit down at the table bowing their heads
Thanking the Lord for what they see.
The supper ends soon, far too quickly
Father reaches for his Bible—well worn;
With caring hands he pieces together
The pages, now torn.
Reading, Father, Mother and son
Sit quietly together content;
The few hours pass quickly but far from wasted
Words could not express what they meant.
A soft glow burns in the window of the little house
Interrupting the dark of night;
A father sits by the bed of his boy
Holding the lifeless form tight.
He’d lost his wife and now his son
But God will help him through;
He softly whispers into the dark
“Father hold my hand, keep me close to you!”
Far across the country in a different place
A man is dressed to look;
His family, his clothes, all his possessions
Just like a storybook.
Never worked a day in his life
He has everything under the sun;
All he ever thinks of is himself
What would he enjoy, what would be fun.
But don’t worry he give to others
His daughters point and its theirs;’
He doesn’t love his wife but he’s good to her
Sometimes he pretends he cares.
Sometimes people watch him in awe
And whisper to themselves “if only…”
But really, think of this man
He and his family are phonies!
Sure he has many possessions
And many a materialistic thing;
But when his life on this earth is over
What joy to him will they bring?
Without his checkbook and bank card
Where would this man be?
He’d be lost in a dying world
Bitterness, all he’d see.
How very unlike the poor man
See the poor man is not a fraud;
He’s not a poor man with nothing
But a poor man rich in God.
Denotatively the rich man has everything
Everything except for hope.
But connotatively the poor man has all
He knows the linking rope.
What is the linking rope you ask?
It’s believing in the Almighty One;
The one who dies for you and me
Jesus, God’s only Son.
So which do you think is happier?
The rich man or the poor?
The one with eternal security?
Or the man who worldly has more?
A man tilling the ground;
He works from sunrise to sunset
Not complaining or making a sound.
He’d stop for a moment of prayer
Then quickly hurry on;
The image that haunted his mind kept him going
The image – his starving son.
At the end of the day he collected his pay
His wages a loaf of bread;
He walked the moonlit path home
Body aching for nothing but bed.
Arriving at home he is met by his son
Running and squealing with glee;
They sit down at the table bowing their heads
Thanking the Lord for what they see.
The supper ends soon, far too quickly
Father reaches for his Bible—well worn;
With caring hands he pieces together
The pages, now torn.
Reading, Father, Mother and son
Sit quietly together content;
The few hours pass quickly but far from wasted
Words could not express what they meant.
A soft glow burns in the window of the little house
Interrupting the dark of night;
A father sits by the bed of his boy
Holding the lifeless form tight.
He’d lost his wife and now his son
But God will help him through;
He softly whispers into the dark
“Father hold my hand, keep me close to you!”
Far across the country in a different place
A man is dressed to look;
His family, his clothes, all his possessions
Just like a storybook.
Never worked a day in his life
He has everything under the sun;
All he ever thinks of is himself
What would he enjoy, what would be fun.
But don’t worry he give to others
His daughters point and its theirs;’
He doesn’t love his wife but he’s good to her
Sometimes he pretends he cares.
Sometimes people watch him in awe
And whisper to themselves “if only…”
But really, think of this man
He and his family are phonies!
Sure he has many possessions
And many a materialistic thing;
But when his life on this earth is over
What joy to him will they bring?
Without his checkbook and bank card
Where would this man be?
He’d be lost in a dying world
Bitterness, all he’d see.
How very unlike the poor man
See the poor man is not a fraud;
He’s not a poor man with nothing
But a poor man rich in God.
Denotatively the rich man has everything
Everything except for hope.
But connotatively the poor man has all
He knows the linking rope.
What is the linking rope you ask?
It’s believing in the Almighty One;
The one who dies for you and me
Jesus, God’s only Son.
So which do you think is happier?
The rich man or the poor?
The one with eternal security?
Or the man who worldly has more?
Ignorance
Ignorance, a pitiful excuse!
True, it’s hard to imagine,
But try!
They will never forget.
How can they?
Their friends, enemies and lives
Were blow apart.
Gone was their innocence.
Gone was their youth.
How cruel war is!
And what do they have to show?
A few cherished medals, for all they lost.
And who will remember
When they are gone?
Who will care?
Do we deserve to have so much done for us?
Can’t we at least appreciate it?
True we will never totally comprehend
The full of it.
But try!
Lives were lost for you!
So YOU could be free!!!
Don’t you care?
It’s hard I know to understand,
But ignorance! A pitiful excuse.
True, it’s hard to imagine,
But try!
They will never forget.
How can they?
Their friends, enemies and lives
Were blow apart.
Gone was their innocence.
Gone was their youth.
How cruel war is!
And what do they have to show?
A few cherished medals, for all they lost.
And who will remember
When they are gone?
Who will care?
Do we deserve to have so much done for us?
Can’t we at least appreciate it?
True we will never totally comprehend
The full of it.
But try!
Lives were lost for you!
So YOU could be free!!!
Don’t you care?
It’s hard I know to understand,
But ignorance! A pitiful excuse.
Don't Forget
Maybe I will die. Maybe I will disappear, maybe no one will know, maybe no one will care.
I thought I know you well, I thought you’d never go, and now you’re gone.
Were you as scared as I at being left behind?
Did it frighten you to think no one would remember?
Maybe ‘m alone.
Maybe no one else has this fear.
Were you scared?
I am,
Maybe it’s selfish to want to be remembered. Maybe it’s too much to ask.
It’ll try to remember. I understand it’s hard. At first I thought of you every waking moment but gradually you will go. For now I keep on growing but you won’t grow again.
You’re left behind.
Yes, you will be remembered, on occasion. But you won’t live on with us. For now I go on and you are left behind, but soon it will be my turn. Part of life is death. Those who live must dies. And maybe some day, after I have been forgotten too, we will life together,
Forgotten.
But still my fear of death, is it foolish? Maybe.
But still it lives inside of me until I leave this world.
I suppose until it is experienced it can not be determined, what it will be like, how it will feel. Will it be hard to live knowing you are dead>? Will it seem to matter when the hands of death pull us on to forgetfulness?
Is it self-centered of me to want to be remembered forever? No, not mourned forever, but for everyday to be thought of to always live on in the hearts of others to be there in spirit. Yes, I supposed I’m greedy People are entitled to move on to leave me behind.
It’s how it’s supposed to be, I suppose. But it’s scary,
Don’t you think?
I thought I know you well, I thought you’d never go, and now you’re gone.
Were you as scared as I at being left behind?
Did it frighten you to think no one would remember?
Maybe ‘m alone.
Maybe no one else has this fear.
Were you scared?
I am,
Maybe it’s selfish to want to be remembered. Maybe it’s too much to ask.
It’ll try to remember. I understand it’s hard. At first I thought of you every waking moment but gradually you will go. For now I keep on growing but you won’t grow again.
You’re left behind.
Yes, you will be remembered, on occasion. But you won’t live on with us. For now I go on and you are left behind, but soon it will be my turn. Part of life is death. Those who live must dies. And maybe some day, after I have been forgotten too, we will life together,
Forgotten.
But still my fear of death, is it foolish? Maybe.
But still it lives inside of me until I leave this world.
I suppose until it is experienced it can not be determined, what it will be like, how it will feel. Will it be hard to live knowing you are dead>? Will it seem to matter when the hands of death pull us on to forgetfulness?
Is it self-centered of me to want to be remembered forever? No, not mourned forever, but for everyday to be thought of to always live on in the hearts of others to be there in spirit. Yes, I supposed I’m greedy People are entitled to move on to leave me behind.
It’s how it’s supposed to be, I suppose. But it’s scary,
Don’t you think?
The Music Box
I brought in a music box for my baby.
My baby, sick in a hospital bed.
Her tiny fingers curled into a fist
Fighting for her life.
I wished to take her place
But knew it was impossible
So I sat, by her bed
Stroking her soft, silky cheek.
I prayed God would have her better
That she’d get a chance at life.
I prayed fervently for hours
Watching her struggle for every breath.
Everyday I played her Music Box
Her tiny face would try a smile
She loved to hear the chimes and bells
Sing her to a more comfortable sleep.
Restless? I’d play the Music Box
One day the doctor sighed, nothing more he could do
He walked to the Music Box and wound it.
Left, leaving it play.
I always played it until she fell asleep
But the doctor wasn’t aware…
And the music box stopped.
Trying to find comfort while packing her little things
I wound up the tiny Music box
But it wouldn’t play, it wouldn’t sing.
It had broken…
I started to weep, she had so loved the chimes
But regained control with a thought
The Music Box once again had made her happy
As the chimes sounded on in another place.
My baby, sick in a hospital bed.
Her tiny fingers curled into a fist
Fighting for her life.
I wished to take her place
But knew it was impossible
So I sat, by her bed
Stroking her soft, silky cheek.
I prayed God would have her better
That she’d get a chance at life.
I prayed fervently for hours
Watching her struggle for every breath.
Everyday I played her Music Box
Her tiny face would try a smile
She loved to hear the chimes and bells
Sing her to a more comfortable sleep.
Restless? I’d play the Music Box
One day the doctor sighed, nothing more he could do
He walked to the Music Box and wound it.
Left, leaving it play.
I always played it until she fell asleep
But the doctor wasn’t aware…
And the music box stopped.
Trying to find comfort while packing her little things
I wound up the tiny Music box
But it wouldn’t play, it wouldn’t sing.
It had broken…
I started to weep, she had so loved the chimes
But regained control with a thought
The Music Box once again had made her happy
As the chimes sounded on in another place.
Survival
Tears escape,
And the sun filters in.
Relief.
The walls begin to break and crumble.
A sigh.
The tears fall uncontrolled,
Healing?
Footsteps.
A pallid hand quickly brushes away traces of emotion
A deep breath.
The wall strong and massive quickly repairs itself
And the door slams shut.
Once again pain, trails and testing are locked away
Caged in by an invisible barrier.
Hidden, carefully, from societies view.
A desperate attempt at survival.
05/23/95
And the sun filters in.
Relief.
The walls begin to break and crumble.
A sigh.
The tears fall uncontrolled,
Healing?
Footsteps.
A pallid hand quickly brushes away traces of emotion
A deep breath.
The wall strong and massive quickly repairs itself
And the door slams shut.
Once again pain, trails and testing are locked away
Caged in by an invisible barrier.
Hidden, carefully, from societies view.
A desperate attempt at survival.
05/23/95
His Land
He pushes the sun with His fingertips
Up into the sky;
Colouring it deep shades of pink and purple
He blows the darkness by.
Compassionately He touches the flowers
Waking them from their sleep;
They open and mist their perfume
Making the world smell sweet.
He whispers a song to His birds
And happily they chirp along;
They watch as he gently wakes His world
They set the mood with His song.
Sometimes sadly, He watches His earth
And His children missing its’ beauty;
By pulling a rain curtain over the land
He replenishes it – His duty.
He opens His hand once again
Letting the sun slip far below;
Darkness quietly settles over the earth
As He tosses sparkling jewels to and fro.
As His children drift asleep
Quietly He sings them a lullaby;
He melodically whispers the words
“Love my earth, see its’ beauty with pride.”
04/17/95
Up into the sky;
Colouring it deep shades of pink and purple
He blows the darkness by.
Compassionately He touches the flowers
Waking them from their sleep;
They open and mist their perfume
Making the world smell sweet.
He whispers a song to His birds
And happily they chirp along;
They watch as he gently wakes His world
They set the mood with His song.
Sometimes sadly, He watches His earth
And His children missing its’ beauty;
By pulling a rain curtain over the land
He replenishes it – His duty.
He opens His hand once again
Letting the sun slip far below;
Darkness quietly settles over the earth
As He tosses sparkling jewels to and fro.
As His children drift asleep
Quietly He sings them a lullaby;
He melodically whispers the words
“Love my earth, see its’ beauty with pride.”
04/17/95
A Mother's Prayer
A mother stands watching her angel sleep;
Tender hands brush the little ones cheek.
The little face takes on a delicate smile;
A sign that sweet dreams will last awhile.
She preciously grasps at her mothers strong hand;
She’s safe and secure she understands.
Her mother’s quiet prayer echoes in the heavens;
“Thank you Lord for this gift worth so much more than millions.”
Tender hands brush the little ones cheek.
The little face takes on a delicate smile;
A sign that sweet dreams will last awhile.
She preciously grasps at her mothers strong hand;
She’s safe and secure she understands.
Her mother’s quiet prayer echoes in the heavens;
“Thank you Lord for this gift worth so much more than millions.”
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