Unmeasured by time

Songs of the morning: serene and so sweet
Tap on my window, so my senses can meet
Awesomeness and wonder and loveliness divine
All of the universe is God's Sacred Shrine..

Early each morning, in warm-ness or chill
My spirit arises and prods at my will:
To hasten, to hurry, to bask in God's stillness
Before worries and fretting can become part of my realness

The sparrows, the bunnies, the plantlets and more
Challenge my vision and spirit to sore
Beyond what is apparent, the spaces now seen
Melodies are arising from the Celestial unseen..

Blessed and privileged and truly divine:
My spirit is pulled from this vessel of mine
Launched into moments unmeasured by time
Expressed without burden in the words of this rhyme..

Do you not know?

Do you not know, yes do you not know
The Heavens above and the earth down below
Cannot compare to it, or cannot contain: 
All of the blessings your soul has obtained

Look at the meadows and all of those fields
Beautiful flowers are some of their yields
Yet in all of this beauty: the lengths and the width
Everything is paling before you and your gifts

Do you not know, yes do you not know
The Heavens above and the earth down below
Cannot compare to it, or cannot contain: 
All of the blessings your soul has obtained

The most precious of gold pieces; the silver most dear
Wains in the sight of what you hold deep in here
Nothing's  more valuable and nothing of price
Can ever overshadow it, your soul's spiritual ties

Do you not know, yes do you not know
The Heavens above and the earth down below
Cannot compare to it, or cannot contain: 
All of the blessings your soul has obtained

So ponder it daily: every morning and night:
How precious this treasure is: your own inner light
Nothing's ever able to; and nothing ever will be
More precious, more lovely,  than your soul... can't you see?

Do you not know, yes do you not know
The Heavens above and the earth down below
Cannot compare to it, or cannot contain: 
All of the blessings your soul has obtained

The weather's amiss

Will it be raining or will there be snow?
Springtime has come now; but, where did it go?
Thunder and lightning, snowfall and chill:
Something is happening, can this be real?

The weather is wandering ..far from its way
Springtime is winter, and there's more I can say
Winter is summer and the fall is the spring
Somehing is happening; do you know what I mean?

Mudslides and tremoring; forest fires and rain;
Sinkholes and tornadoes: disrupting the terrain
We're not use to seeing it such shifting as this
Good God please help us the weather's amiss

What's in this changing: the springtime so chill?
Something is hidden in these elements..I feel
All things have shifted and the universe is so ill
Apocalyptic happenings are becoming so real

All of this has me wondering

Do we really believe that this bombing is any good?
Can any of  these explosions encourage others to act as they should?
How does the harming of innocents in that country way abroad
Undo the wrongs begun by the Syrian leader, Assad?

All of this has me wondering when is killing ever really right?
The sending out of missiles is better than the chemical plight?
Are we, therefore, any better than the murderers that we try to accuse?
When missiles land so haplessly, destroying more than we can choose

Solving violence with an act of violence is never ever a win
It might appear to be so laudable but newer problems begin
The flexing of some egos can serve only to open a door
Where Satan can inspire other countries into an act of war...

All of this has me wondering when is killing ever really right?
The sending out of missiles is better than the chemical plight?
Are we  any better than the murderers that we try to accuse?
When missiles land so haplessly, destroying more than we can choose

Life is always so beautiful: whether it is over here or over there
We always have to advocate its protection with greatest care
Protecting it doesn't give us a license to destroy another's land
Somehow we need to learn how to construct a better plan..

All of this has me wondering when is killing ever really right?
The sending out of missiles is better than the chemical plight?
Are we, therefore, any better than the murderers that we accuse?
When missiles land so haplessly, destroying more than we can choose

So I embrace You..

I heard You, You were speaking in the sound of the wind
In the creatures, in the plantlets I could hear You again and again
In the everything that is created and in the everything that is around
Your Voice, Your Eternal Memory is waiting to be found..

So I embrace You in every person; every plantlet; every tree:
Like You would have me touch them, Oh Holy Creator of me.
For, in all of this lovely universe; and in all of this bright blue sky:
I can hear You, as You are creating, if I'm willing and if I  try...

In the morning when it is daylight or in the darkest part of night
Your whispers continue sounding "Everything will be alright"
The Moon in its noble orbit and the sun with its glowing shine
Echoes deep inside me Your Providence is truly divine...

So I embrace You in every person; every plantlet; every tree:
Like You would have me touch them, Oh Holy Creator of me.
For, in all of this lovely universe; and in all of the bright blue sky:
I can hear You, as You are creating, if I'm willing and if I  try...

Whether the grass is quickly fading or the snowflakes softly fall
Something of Your continuity is echoing through it all
For never in any moment; or in any second or in any day
Can we say that Your Creative Action has paused in any way

So I embrace You in every person; every plantlet; every tree:
Like You would have me touch them, Oh Holy Creator of me.
For, in all of this lovely universe; and in all of this bright blue sky:
I can hear You,  as You are creating, if I'm willing and if I  try...

Truly we have been so gifted and we have been given so very much
Every moment that keeps evolving  holds the imprint of Your Touch
The miraculous and the simple settings;  the magnificent and the meek
Are a continuance of Your Creation ..so subtle and so unique

So I embrace You in every person; every plantlet; every tree:
Like You would have me touch them, Oh Holy Creator of me.
For, in all of this lovely universe; and in all of this bright blue sky:
I can hear You,  as You are creating, if I'm willing and if I  try...

The world is bigger than you...

The world is much bigger than the one you're living in
People worldwide are having their own day they have to begin
Yet everything around you has to fall out in a certain way
Or else you'll fly off the handle and have a mouthful to say

So why do you think this world is about what you want to do?
Why do you feel everyone has to do what you want them to? 
Isn't there so much more than the things you want to be done
Isn't another's needs just as valuable as your own run?

Morning noon and evening you are about building your own empire
Things that make you happy things that make you feel inspired
Yet how often do you do it:  venture out of that  mode of you
And see how you can make another happy: sacrificiing what you want to do?

So why do you think this world is about what you want to do 
Why do you feel everyone has to do what you want them to? 
Isn't there so much more than the things you want to be done
Isn't another's needs just as valuable as your own run?

Today is another day to start off doing everything right
Will you start off in your own world or in the Saviors Light
Will you see the needs of other as valuable as your own
Or will you continue on in the darkness as you sit upon your throne..

So why do you think this world is about what you want to do 
Why do you feel everyone has to do what you want them to? 
Isn't there so much more than the things you want to be done
Isn't another's needs just as valuable as your own run?