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Saturday, November 18, 2017

Lessons from last evening...

In the evening, before the sunset, what a wonderful sound I could hear
Hundreds of birds were singing, a song for my listening ear..
I used to think, that the morning, was the most beautiful time of day;
Till I stepped outside, last evening; and heard the musical array...

Sounds, so beautiful, so healing; so soothing and crystal clear:
Were echoing across the universe: so wonderful it was to hear...
The peacefulness, of that symphony; the awesomeness, of that sound;
Reminded me that: we are all so beloved;: so blessed by God all around

The days can become so very monotonous; and the hours and minutes too much ..
But, we have for our constant revival: the Eternal One's, regenerating touch:
Present in all of the creatures and plantlets; present in everything that is around:
We have only, to stop, to receive it: the respite and the healing sound..


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

A world that is stressed

Can you not hear it:  the earth, how she's crying
People, all over, are fighting and dying...
Earth is all shaken: she's shivering and quaking
Storm clouds and whirlwinds: their warnings are making

And we go on hating and denying the obvious
The world we were given is suffering so much awfulness
Energies we are exuding are creating an unrest
Universal sighings are emerging from a world that is stressed

People are breaking up, what we should be healing
And the newscast and media are embellishing their revealing
Warring amongst the nations and the families and the peoples
Has undone all the peace time that was promised beneath steeples

And we go on hating and denying the obvious
The world we were given is suffering so much awfulness
Energies we are exuding are creating an unrest
Universal sighings are emerging from a world that is stressed

Listen and ponder and be still enough to hear this
The Heavens and the angels and the Eternal One are offering bliss
But looking on our earth and seeing us, in  our fighting
Has left them to  wonder about  these soundings... so biting...

And we go on hating and denying the obvious
The world we were given is suffering so much awfulness
Energies we are exuding are creating an unrest
Universal sighings are emerging from a world that is stressed



Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Grace

Rays of sunlight on my face
Sing the song of amazing grace
Flowing freely; flowing now
God is present here somehow

Breezes rushing through the trees
Carrying a wisdom no one sees
Touching lightly far and near
Winds are echoing: God is here

Silently whispering everywhere
Creatures rise and are aware:
That their Maker.. ever dear
Gives them everything: He is here..

Morning, evening, dark of night
God is present with His light
Giving Presence.. ...giving love
Lifting all our acts above..

As His children.. we must do
Everything He's wanting us to:
Fleeing hatred; avoiding greed;
Giving everyone what they need...



Monday, November 13, 2017

Chillier weather

Frosty images dance around
In the air and on the ground
Chilling plantlets chilling all
Where they rest or where they fall

Autumn breezes freeze and chill
Touching heart and touching will
Warmer weather has run away
Icier images: here to stay

Morning showers chill, its true
But their sound is soothing too
Soaking earth and all the plants
All these raindrops encourage dance

Count the droplets. count them all
Every raindrop, as it falls..
Bringing healing bringing sound
Healing moisture all around...

Friday, November 10, 2017

Visit to the ocean

 Waves are slowly rolling in
Carrying life from deep within:
 Soothing, sounding in their call:
 They bring  peace to one and all

 Morning light is not yet seen.,
Only sounds of ocean serene :
Greet the listener and the earth;
Who await the new day’s birth

Close my eyes, just want to hear
All the music, far and near:
Oceans medley and the cries
Of the birds who soar the skies

Days of resting..near the shore
Who could want for something more?
God’s, own rhythm, speaks out loud
Quiets the noise and quiets the crowd


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

A day that's just for you

I know all that you're thinking and all that you're wishing for
I have seen you when you're praying and when you're at the store
The morning's have had you rushing and the evening's are busy too
My wish for you, My dearest, is a day that's just for you...

Your kindness has been all over and you make time for all you see
Whether someone is needing your insight or your time consistently
You're unselfish and all embracing and ready to give it's true
But my wish for you, My dearest, is a day that's just for you..

So when the time has come open and you're ready to take that day
Don't feel it's being,  any way, selfish: to run and get away
For you're always  on call and giving,, despite the cost, its true
So I'm wishing for you, My dearest, a day that's just for you..


Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Let me help you

I can feel it deep inside
All the sorrows that you hide
Seeming strong but really not
Don't become what hurt has brought

In your eyes and in your soul
Broken pieces all aglow
Speak of suffering speak of pain
Let me help you..don't refrain

Hours, moments: passing by
Quietly sighing: never cry
Bold and beautiful you have been
Depsite the suffering deep within

All has ended but the fear
Captive prisoner ever dear
Let me help you: free you now
Break those chains of hurt somehow

Yes it's painful every day
Triggerings words can come our way
Morning evening, dark of night
Let God's angels bring you light


Monday, November 6, 2017

Prisoners of PTSD...

For sufferers of  PTSD 


Memories keep replaying here
In my mind I always hear
Words and moments of those days
When my life was but a maze

And its you I always see
Towering hovering over me
Cannot stop it all this pain
PTSD still remains

Sounds and actions night and day
Seem to shout and seem to say
Remember this and remember that
Swinging belt and swinging bat?

And its you I always see
Towering, hovering over me
Cannot stop it: all this pain
PTSD still remains

You were monstrous never feared
Shouting yelling in my ear
Shameless hateful flinging might
Never stopping day or night

And its you I always see
Towering, hovering over me
Cannot stop it: all this pain
PTSD still remains..

When the others shake their head
Over actions, hurt has bred..
Suffering opens up again
They aren't able to see within...

And its you I always see
Towering, hovering over me
Cannot stop it: all this pain
PTSD still remains..

So I beg you..when you see
Someone suffering: same as me
Do not judge; them do not flee
From the prisoners of  PTSD..

And its you I always see
Towering, hovering over me
Cannot stop it: all this pain
PTSD still remains..



Sunday, November 5, 2017

Sutherland Springs Church Shooting

Broken pieces of our lives scattered all around
On the tiles beneath this roof a cry of death does sound
Gathered here to worship God and to our God we went
A mad man entered here today: allowed his sin to vent

No one knew this day would see a river flowing red
From the place where people prayed and shared communal bread
But it happened all too quick without a warning clear
Someone with a mind of hate brought eternity to us here.

Some are gone, and some have stayed: to carry on the faith
But, we mustnt wonder, in God's eyes: what will be his fate
Gunning down so many souls who gathered there to  pray
Foolishness has its reward ..and darkness has its day

To the families affected there:  drenched by sorrows deep
Know our God will rescue you:  from tears you shed and weep
He's our Hope; our Constant now:  He's the One we praise
Trust Him with your brokenness and He will heal your days



Saturday, November 4, 2017

The angels are weeping...

Tenderly caring for and wooing us all:
The Eternal Omnipotent always will call
Chiding and hastening to bring us all near
Hear oh My children.. I beg you all hear..

But we with our wanderings and we with our ways
Ignored all His pleadings and refused Him our praise
We ran with the fleeting and the Eternal sought not
Angels keep weeping over all we have bought

The mornings the evenings we see Him: His glow
Sunlight and moonlight will share what they know
Creatures and created and minerals galore
Shout out the secrets that we're looking for..

But we with our wanderings and we with our ways
Ignored all His pleadings and refused Him, our praise
We ran with the fleeting and the Eternal sought not
Angels keep weeping over all we have bought...

People are pausing but not for the Lord
Spending time gazing on things they can't afford
Priceless and lasting are what He can give
Why can't we see it:  the life we could live?

But we with our wanderings and we with our ways
Ignored all His pleadings and refused Him, our praise
We ran with the fleeting and the Eternal sought not
Angels keep weeping over all we have bought...


Friday, November 3, 2017

And be, you, a beacon...

Today is the day to start life anew
Decide at this moment what you will do
Take time to notice take time to love
Love every person like God from above..

And be, you, a beacon; be you God's grace
Brighten each area; light up each place..
Sing of God's mercies; sing of God's care:
Be you the answer, to some person's prayer...

Someone is lonely; and someone needs you.
Take time to help them: do what you can do.
Smile and be caring; love and be kind.
You are the healing for someone's sore mind.

And be, you, a beacon; be you God's grace
Brighten each area; light up each place..
Sing of God's mercies; sing of God's care:
Be you the answer, to some person's prayer...

Outside or inside, night time or day
Look for the needy one who walks by your way
Judge not by appearances and give without greed
Be forever loving: live what you believe

And be, you, a beacon; be you God's grace
Brighten each area; light up each place..
Sing of God's mercies; sing of God's care:
Be you the answer, to some person's prayer...


Wednesday, November 1, 2017

How reporters groom you...

It shouldn't be normal to start off the day
With gossip and headlines that sling mud our way
Yet often, we're brainwashed, from morning till night...
Turn off that newscast, and see things aright..

Nothing, that's spoken, on  media or air..
Is truthful or honest or even near fair;
Yet, we stare  with amazement and loyalty so true:
At CNN, Yahoo, and news..coming through..

Warping our thinking, without any delay:
We sit before newscast: each morning, each day..
Drinking in theories and subscribing to all
Are anchors our heroes: we heed them..their call?

Something is spooky,about how we believe:
Words, from some person, who is primed to deceive:
Yet, daily we do it, without much ado
Think, if you're willing,  how reporters groom you...