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Friday, June 23, 2017

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..


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Setting the pace...

I sit here and I listen to the sounds of all the creatures:
There are the birds and the squirrels and the tiniest that earth features
All of them uniting and creating some harmony:
What peacefulness, what wonderfulness, what soothing symphony

In the visuals, that I'm seeing.there's the beauty of all creation
There's a back drop of the Heavens and the plants that grace our nation
Sought after sights that can stop us from our racing"
The plantlets, and the meadows, with some moments to  halt our pacing..

The ratrace and the whirlwinds, and the runnings that we're doing
Are something we can detach from without loss of what we're pursuing
Yet the tempo and the rhythm and the speed with which we move
Will be the ambient we're creating, so that others  can feel our groove




Monday, June 19, 2017

Fragile lungs....

Air is thick: so hard to breathe
Walking out ..you wouldn't believe
It's like a wrap that slaps my face
The air is heavy, invades my space

A few more moments and I'll gasp
How much longer can I  last..?
Humidity's high, my lungs are weak:
Should I test this fragile physique

No I can't and so I must run
From the beauty of the sun
For the moisture all around
Has a dangerous warming sound...


Tuesday, June 13, 2017

What is wrong with all of us?

What is wrong with all of us...?
What's the reason for all this fuss
Weren't we all created equal
Do we need an Eden sequel?

When we were all being created
God, the Almighty, was so elated
"Multiply and fill the earth"
This, our mission, from our birth

So, what's the reason for this scene:
Loving children being mean
What has happened to our call?
Hatred's passed from great to small..

Time is passing and so is earth
Will we destroy what's ours from birth
Giving into painful pride
Will we rebel against our call inside?

Turn the channels: look and see
How rebellion brings tragedy
People turning from love to hate
Will our awakening be too late?


Sunday, June 11, 2017

Morning whispers....

Out my window, birds do sing
Beautiful melodies sweetly ring
Like a soothing sound of grace
Morning whispers all over the place

Barely shining the morning sun
Greets the sleepers: one by one
And the squirrels...romp and play
Pounding earth in rhythmic way..

Rustling winds on  plant and tree
Sing their songs so poetically
Echoing from the bright blue sky
A mother sings her lullaby..

And we God's children yawn and rise
Beneath the canopy of the skies
Trusting that another day
Will be ours in a special way


By the ocean...

Shiny soundlets in  the air
Sun beams floating everywhere
Touching softly on my face
Atoms bursting with their grace

Warming moments in the sun
Splashing waves on everyone
Sounds of water cool and sweet
Refreshment from the summer heat

Sands beneath my feet and toes
Some are even on my nose
Castles built to tumble down
Grains of sand are barely brown

Days of resting,, days of fun
Vacationing away from everyone
With the breezes upon my face
Rushing winds sing: "Amazing Grace"


Friday, June 9, 2017

There's bruises on her body

Does anybody notice, the child who is weeping
Slowly she is crawling; slowly she is creeping
Throughout a darkened household, afraid and all alone:
Does anybody notice ...she's afraid to use the phone

Yet, she's broken up by  mommy 
Her bruises cover her body
Each day she moves so slowly
And wonders if anyone will see?

Does anybody hear, in her frailness, as she's speaking
A hint of her ordeal, that carefully she's tweaking?
All around the world is running with its mission
But, no one in her world is feeling any contrition

Yet,  she's broken up by mommy
Her bruises cover her body
Each day she moves so slowly
And wonders if anyone will see

She has a gift for smiling while inwardly she's weeping
In church she is that angel through which eternity is seeping
Yet when she's in that home place that place of utter fear
She is that silent sufferer whose brokenness you'll never hear

Yet, she's broken up by mommy
Her bruises cover her body
Each day she moves so slowly:
And wonders if anyone will see..

Taught to keep a silence that mamma had her carry
She walked around with wounds that she's was forced to bury
And yet there were those people who knew her painful drama
Yet never dared to question the one they called her mamma

Yet, she's broken  up by mommy
Her bruises cover her body
Each day she moves so slowly
And wonders if anyone will see




Thursday, June 8, 2017

Cool reprieve

Cooler breezes sweep around
Breathable molecules can be found
Moment's reprieve from the heat
Ah this morning is so sweet....

Greening plantlets reach up high
As the coolness passes by
Waving freely here and there
Bamboo branches greet the air

And the morning sings aloud
Through the breezes and the cloud
Soothing sounding..we can hear
Whispers from the atmosphere



Sunday, June 4, 2017

Memories of mamma...


I'm sorry I didn't know her, the mother that you knew
For time has changed experiences that each had ventured through
So while we shared this mamma our memories aren't the same
You relish in her remembering  but I tremble at her name...

I cannot tell you everything for it would be too much
But I never knew the "I love yous" or  the gentle caring touch
The bathroom and the beatings and the humiliations too
This is I knew of mamma who gently cared for  you

Just as you shrink from talking to the predator in our home
I cannot see her picture without feeling so alone
How come she didn't love me or tell me of my worth
Instead I had to keep hiding from the family of my birth..

Yes i knew of your mamma for I knew her as my own
But never did I hear: I love you on the phone
NO matter how I tried to:  my efforts were in vain
She reminded me so often how I disgraced the family name....

So there you have some secrets but there are so many more
And the scars upon my body remind me of the front door
I'm  sorry I seem so distant and unable to post some pics
But memories of our mamma has put me in hysterics..


Saturday, June 3, 2017

Oh London, I am crying, I am crying for you

Tears  in my eyes and tears on my face
All the worlds whirling from this recent disgrace
What are we doing  and what are we coming too
A religion is licensing this hatred that's coming through?

Oh London I am crying I am crying for you 
Again another tragedy by terrorists passing though
Prayers sent up quickly; yes prayers for you all
God grant you safety as you assist all who fall

People are crying and  people are bleeding
Victims of violence through death's door proceeding
Who can bring answers; who solve these issues
Too many the sorrows .. I'm needing more tissues..

Oh London I am crying I am crying for you 
Again another tragedy by terrorists passing though
Prayers sent up quickly; yes prayers for you all
God grant you safety as you assist all who fall

The stories and headlines and  upset continue
As Isis and followers keep terrorizing it is true
Something so tragic so heartless so merciless
Tell me oh tell me why we are not exacting more..vigilance..

Oh London I am crying I am crying for you 
Again another tragedy by terrorists passing though
Prayers sent up quickly; yes prayers for you all
God grant you safety as you assist all who fall


In These Hours of Grace...

Beautiful moments are oozing with grace
God's speaking His daylight, all over the place..
Sunshine and molecules are touching us all;
Golden the morning that echoes His call

And we see God's Face
In these hours of Grace
All the world can hear
God's immortality's so near

Softly the sunbeams are dancing around
Oxygenated atoms are bursting with sound
Touching the leavelets, the breeze pass through
Echoing an unending, Eternal : "I love you"

And we see God's Face
In these hours of Grace
All the world can hear
God's immortality's so near

The hours, the minutes, the seconds collide
Each carrying a message so carefully supplied
Unending, Eternal and Always around
God breathes forth His manna: it's everywhere found..

And we see God's face
In these hours of Grace
All the world can hear
God's immortality's so near




Friday, June 2, 2017

Graces and blessings

Look at the sky and look at the air
See all the beauty and see everywhere
God speaks out goodness and God speaks out Light
Everything's beautiful to those with pure sight

Tiny little mitelets and grandiose hills
Growing ground covers and oceanic thrills
Creatures with feathers and those who have not
God created everything: nothing was bought

If you look upwards or if you look down
Beautiful wonders appear all around
Creatures and insects and everything you see
Speak to you constantly: kindness is free..

When you are waking or when you're asleep
God keeps on giving us:  things you can keep:
Graces and blessings and all that is good
If we would look now: we'd see them: we would