Infinite grace filters down like misty rain
From the Highest Heaven above
Regardless of winds and change and chance
We pray, we hope, we live according to promise
And feel the relief that comes
When all of our needs are met
We are protected, blessed, enlightened
By the wondrous, unfathomable love
Of the unseen world and its Master
Who brings life, health and joy
On the breath of the Universe.
A spark catches the wick
With a flicker, then,
In the greatest silence there is Light
Not perfect, but enough to keep the dark at bay
And with each breath
The flame gets taller, thinner,
Three layers of purifying heat
To bring more Love, to bring more Light
Into my world
But perhaps you will light a candle
And others, too, will light one
For the more candles lit together
The greater our strength to chase
Darkness out of the corners.
Pictures of the past
Our lives frozen on canvas
Remembering happier, more successful days
Or perhaps that is what we would like to see
Or remember, not the pain and chaos
The harsh brutality of immaturity and temper
What ugliness of the soul, cruel in retrospect
Not that the desire to show love was any less
Not that there was an effort to deceive
But in the long run, it didn’t change the damage
Done to gentle hearts.
Walking a path that doesn’t count
The days just rumble by
Everyone asks to what I’ll amount
Nothing I can say is a lie.
The journey’s not over because we change
The mission never ends in judgment’s ear
If we all went the way that others arrange
It might be a gift if our hearts don’t tear.
I can only be what God lets me be
But I can reach for the highest stars
My vision to share Love and Light, I see,
And somewhere if I could, I would put out the wars.
The journey’s not over because we change
The mission never ends in judgment’s ear
If we all went the way that others arrange
It might be a gift if our hearts don’t tear.
Oh, the accolades, applause, who needs them?
But when someone says, “You healed me, taught me,”
My heart sings and the smile on my face leads to heaven
Because I have helped at least one, you see.
So my path may be the one least chosen
I’m not so sure that I had the choice to make
I asked to be used for good, not in darkness frozen.
It’s not an easy path, ever, but for Love’s sake.
The journey’s not over because we change
The mission never ends in judgment’s ear
If we all went the way that others arrange
It might be a gift if our hearts don’t tear.
The newness of winter white washes
Across the countryside circumscribed
By the all but motionless creek
That meanders lazily at the base of the hill
The stony face like a mountain lion
Watching over the scene for the slightest movement
Of a jackrabbit skittering over the snow
As the sun sets in orange and purple hues
Over the jagged horizon of treetops and barns.
I let out my foggy breath and wonder
When life became so serene, so quiet,
And I, so introspective as to allow it,
The brief pause to adore the art of Nature.
