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Sunday, August 25, 2019

Whispers in the wind

Crickets serenade us ..as the day is drawing near:
Their soothing sound is inviting and for everyone to hear.
The morning is softly singing her tunes, so clean; so pure:
Nothing is much sweeter than, this music ..I am sure...

The wind is gently blowing and is dancing in the trees
Something, inside her whisper, is telling us things that please:
The beautifulness of the Heavens and the awesomeness of God
Is echoing  from the plantlets and from the earth we trod.

The newly shining star of morn..the golden sun.. so true
Has it's own insider notes...its wanting to share with you
But only if you are willing to sit inside of it's glow
And meditate upon the One who gives us all we can know..

Listen, then, most carefully; before your day is begun,
To everything that's shouting out, without speaking to anyone...
With whispers, that are magnified, so that our heart can hear:
Morning sends her messengers if we will let them near...


Saturday, August 24, 2019

Do you have time to hear this?

Quietly ..the morning is breaking through. the remnants of the night
And we are getting  a glimmering of her beauty and her coming light
Golden beams are starting to glow and we are seeing the beautiful rising sun
How wonderful it is to see it all coming about..the new day that has begun..

Gently every molecule is starting to circulate and invade our space
We are feeling the sweetness of the dawn as she kisses us on the face
Brushes of the passing breezes and the softness of the blowing winds
Are turning us all towards the Creator  .. as this new day gently begins.

The temptation to rush, right through the everything. is surely here
For it's how we would normally function ...as the day is drawing near
But something deep down inside of us is saying .."Take your time"
"Listen to the elements and the universe and maybe create some rhyme..."

Oh the peacefulness of the sounds that we are all beginning to hear
As the morning starts to shine on through the dark of night that begins to clear
Creatures of every kind are jumping out and poking at everything around
Searching for those morsels that would prove to be the best they've ever found

Closing down on this rambling that I am wanting to share with you
I hope.. I have been able to challenge you  to think for   a minute or two
What is it ...each morning... that is captivating and holding your mind?
Do you always have to rush around and hurry through the evolution of time...





Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Can't you hear it

Won't you listen, can't you hear it .. all that silence everywhere
It is speaking ..it is shouting but no one hears it anywhere
In its caverns gently resting ..priceless treasures all aglow
Are inviting and describing all the secrets we should know...

Hear the movement of the many: countless angels  on the run
They are watching and are keeping: gently chiding everyone.
Spiritual beings sent from Heaven with a mission, that is  dear
Keeping humans ...from destruction: all their warnings ..we should hear

Have you tried it... this old remedy: sweet redemption for our minds
Quiet musings.. meditations.. forming music and sweetest rhymes
From the Spirit deep inside us from the Heavens to our souls
God is using prayerful moments to instill in us His lasting goals.

Would you venture .. would you try it .. penning down some simple thought
See what wisdom streams on through you if you surrender as you ought
All the Heavens..all the angels.. all the universe that is around
In an instant ..in a moment and through the Spirit can be found..

Monday, August 19, 2019

Our own garden of Eden

I was touching every molecule as I reached up into the breeze
Each one left me feeling,  something, nobody can ever see:
The essence of all the Universe; the presence of the Great Divine..
I was holding, for a moment, Someone greater than this heart of mine

Oh if only we could contain it ...all this Godness all around
We would be.. so much.. the better;  we would be treasures to be found:
But we are all so mortal and are as feeble as can be
We  trade in all our greatness for some novelty that we see..

As the morning sounds were sounding I looked up into the sky
The clouds were beginning to form and I could hear the Heavens sigh
Through the movement of the breezes and the rustling of the wind
I could hear the words of creation as they were echoing once again

Oh if only we could contain it.... all this Godness all around
We would be.. so much.. the better;  we would be treasures to be found:
But we are all so mortal and are as feeble as can be
We  trade in all our greatness for some novelty that we

I could picture it, that first Eden, where our parents of origin ran
How beautiful and unburdened it must have been when life began
No brushes of worldly touches or any wisps of polluted air
Ever pranced across that garden or tainted the inhabitants there..

Oh if only we could contain it ...all this Godness all around
We would be.. so much.. the better;  we would be treasures to be found:
But we are all so mortal and are as feeble as can be
We  trade in all our greatness for some novelty that we.

Only we are able to change it ..all this beautifulness sublime
With all  of our searching intelligence we can wrestle away God's time
Changing it into our own likeness and tarnishing it with our greed
What was once our own garden of Eden has become the Devil's seed....?

Oh if only we could contain it ....all this Godness all around
We would be.. so much.. the better;  we would be treasures to be found:
But we are all so mortal and are as feeble as can be
We  trade in all our greatness for some novelty that we


Friday, August 16, 2019

As free, as free can be...

The cicadas sing and hum here.. as they liven up night and day
Their melody is surely reminding us ..that fall is on the way
Like the sounding of a thousand rattlers they invite us take a chance
And see if within their rythmn we can we resist the need to dance?

And so we feel the movement that every creature is feeling  outside
It moves within our being and is bidding us "do not to hide"
We have it within our beings, our intellects  and  our will
To step outside of this rat race and allow our spirits to feel

Softness seems to creep in as we are walking into the breeze
It whispers into our beings and enables the unseeing to see..
The certainty of what's awaiting us if we could, but, let all go
It is echoing throughout the universe who is the Eternal's glow

And so we feel the movement that every creature is feeling  outside
It moves within our being and is bidding us "do not to hide"
We have it within our beings, our intellects  and  our will
To step outside of this rat race and allow our spirits to feel

Must we always be so caught up in the running of here and there
Couldn't we ever just slow it all  and become so truly aware..
That all that we've been chasing after  and paying so much to see
Has been, right here, inside of us; and is free as free can be..

And so we feel the movement that every creature is feeling  outside
It moves within our being and is bidding us "do not to hide"
We have it within our beings, our intellects  and  our will
To step outside of this rat race and allow our spirits to feel


Monday, August 12, 2019

Who is this being...?

She stole them:  my senses, my heart and  my will
In her presence ..I was lifeless..I could only be still
Every morning .every evening.. every hour of the day
She moved me and soothed me and showed me the way

Who is this being this most beautiful one
She has captured my spirit. by all she has done
The universe; the cosmos;  the mother of all
She constantly sustains us..the great and the small

Like a bride who was waiting.. she looked out at me
To arrest me with loveliness and all I could see
She spoke to my spirit and she spoke to my will
Come rest here beside me and let your heart feel..

Who is this being this most beautiful one
She has captured my spirit. by all she has done
The universe; the cosmos;  the mother of all
She constantly sustains us..the great and the small

With her I am the safest and  know  I can go
With all of my worries..she surely will know
What answers to give me what spiritual advice
In the arms of this mother I learn what is nice

Who is this being this most beautiful one
She has captured my spirit. by all she has done
The universe; the cosmos;  the mother of all
She constantly sustains us..the great and the small


Sunday, August 11, 2019

All this beautifulness...

The morning snuck in and roused me ..she shook me from my sleep
She whispered into my restfulness ...some secrets I could keep
Waking up, I stared and looked at her..she was beautiful as can be
Shining through my opened  window ..these words she sang to me

Rise up now and see it: it's never too late for you,to see
All this beautifulness, that's around here..radiating so magnificently
Like a tapestry from the Heavens, like some living live piece of art
You can see here, in each moment, the sentiments of God's Heart

The words, she sang, were deep, here; they were digging down deep in me:
Leaving, in me, the sweetest caverns.. where I could go..to get relief
The effectiveness of all these moments, the awesomeness of every  morn
Always seems to affect me differently; but, her words, in me, are reborn

Rise up now and see it: it's never too late for you,to see
All this beautifulness, that's around here..radiating so magnificently
Like a tapestry from the Heavens, like some living live piece of art
You can see here, in each moment, the sentiments of God's Heart

The creatures outside all know this they welcome each morn with song
And peck away with so much gracefulness it's hard not to join along
Their melodies are so inviting ...their welcoming..so true and  real
No prejudices come from within them ..only God's loving you will  feel..

Rise up now and see it: it's never too late for you,to see
All this beautifulness, that's around here..radiating so magnificently
Like a tapestry from the Heavens, like some living live piece of art
You can see here, in each moment, the sentiments of God's Heart

Won't you all take time to join us.. in this movement.. of the rising dawn
And greet each morn with so much  wonderment, putting away that sluggish yawn?
Looking out for the unique and wonderful won't you allow yourselves this feast
That greets us and all our senses, when the morning stars rises, up in the East..


Friday, August 9, 2019

Show us what that Sunday Sermon was made of..

Don't judge us by the color of our skin
Or by the trouble that you think we've been in
Don't look at us and judge us without true love
Look at us and show us..what that Sunday Sermon was made of

We are all just as able as you think you  are
To be that light..that glow .. that shining star
Yes..We've  made those beds  .those few mistakes
But we're all trying to learn and  change for goodness sakes

Don't judge us by the color of our skin
Or by the trouble that you think we've been in
Don't look at us and judge us without true love
Look at us and show us..what that Sunday Sermon was made of

It is true that we don't seem to ever measure up
To that fancy feast or wine filled cup
But we are all still the children of the Lord Most High
Struggling, trying to live; and just get by

Don't judge us by the color of our skin
Or by the trouble that you think we've been in
Don't look at us and judge us without true love
Look at us and show us..what that Sunday Sermon was made of

You are staring at us with such a grimacing look
Like those, who are damned inside your Sunday Book
But..don't you know that you might possibly be..
The only Gospel people  we will ever see?

Don't judge us by the color of our skin
Or by the trouble that you think we've been in
Don't look at us and judge us without true love
Look at us and show us..what that Sunday Sermon was made of

That crowd, you frequent,  tells you to stay far away
From people like us..the undesirables along the way
How can we ever become what you consider.."normality"
If condemnation and hatred is all we can ever hope to see

Don't judge us by the color of our skin
Or by the trouble that you think we've been in
Don't look at us and judge us without true love
Look at us and show us..what that Sunday Sermon was made of

Take a moment to think of us..next time you pray
The people you avoid and consider hopeless along the way
How would the Father you approach think of what you've done
To make us feel uninvited and not part of your everyone..?

Don't judge us by the color of our skin
Or by the trouble that you think we've been in
Don't look at us and judge us without true love
Look at us and show us..what that Sunday Sermon was made of


Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Tell me your secrets...

Tell me your story..oh why do you weep?
What are those secrets you carefully keep..
You are not needing to mask it   with me..
Someone has hurt you.it's easy to see..

I won't be judgmental.. I'll listen with care
Tell me those memories too burdensome to bare
I'll hold you and hug you..I'll give you my arm
No one will hurt you or cause you alarm...

Tell me your story..oh why do you weep?
What are those secrets you carefully keep..
You are not needing to mask it   with me..
Someone has hurt you.it's easy to see..

You'll look like your happy but that's not what I see
You're forcing a smile here..when it's obvious to me
You're masking a tragedy..and a pain in your heart
That laughter's too forced here..you're healing can't start

Tell me your story..oh why do you weep?
What are those secrets you carefully keep..
You are not needing to mask it  with me..
Someone has hurt you.it's easy to see....

You're running and whirling like some twirling top
You're ignoring the inside and never will stop
The noise of your actions are betraying your hurt
You covering your sorrows like some seedling with dirt

Tell me your story..oh why do you weep?
What are those secrets you carefully keep..
You are not needing to mask it with me..
Someone has hurt you.it's easy to see..

Come..stop all that running..yes stop for awhile
Allow yourself healing..that's so out of style
You're running and running from sorrows inside
Let go of that feeling that you're needing to hide.

Tell me your story..oh why do you weep?
What are those secrets you carefully keep..
You are not needing to mask it  with me..
Someone has hurt you.it's easy to see..

When you've  finally embraced it that sorrow inside
You'll look at this wide world and no longer hide
The secrets that made you like punishment or shame
But shout them and share them like honors to your name

Tell me your story..oh why do you weep?
What are those secrets you carefully keep..
You are not needing to mask it  with me..
Someone has hurt you.it's easy to see..


Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Yes, it's early morning, here, in North Carolina

When the morning comes and knocks upon my door
I am eager to see what she has for me, in store
Sounds are sounding soft and sweet and  clear
I cannot wait to see what I am able to hear..

Yes, it's early morning here in North Carolina
Somewhere else..day's ending..like out in China
But I am going to appreciate it.. every moment that I find
So that nightfall will find me with God's beauty on my mind

The water's running  and splashing's all around
My crystal cat is in it: true happiness she's found
She is a crazy cat; but I love her ... she is truly dear
That's why I thank my God.. I'm living over here..

Yes,  it's early morning here in North Carolina
Somewhere else..day's ending..like out in China
But I am going to appreciate it.. every moment that I find
So that nightfall will find me with God's beauty on my mind

The humming sounds of the cicadas start my  day
And romping creatures hope I will not linger or delay
Their tasty treats... I sprinkle ...gives them so much happiness
It's wonderful to witness and see so much beautifulness

Yes, it's early morning here in North Carolina
Somewhere else..day's ending..like out in China
But I am going to appreciate it.. every moment that I find
So that nightfall will find me with God's beauty on my mind

Up above me my landlord is still, peacefully..sleeping away
He's kind and caring and an angel in his own way
God put me in his path and I thank Him truly .for that
God knew where I would be the most comfortable at..

Yes, it's early morning here in North Carolina
Somewhere else..day's ending..like out in China
But I am going to appreciate it.. every moment that I find
So that nightfall will find me with God's beauty on my mind

I have a friend.. here.. who is like a sister.. should always be
She's been everything and more than I can ever need
Like the angel, above me ..God planned this all to be
Thank you Jesus for my friend Lena and her care for me..

Yes, it's early morning here in North Carolina
Somewhere else..day's ending..like out in China
But I am going to appreciate it.. every moment that I find
So that nightfall will find me with God's beauty on my mind

So now I need to  halt  this poem I carefully write
So I can  venture out into the beautiful waking light
I'm here in this state so grand so large.. so dear
I thank you God for bringing me over here.

Yes, it's early morning here in North Carolina
Somewhere else..day's ending..like out in China
But I am going to appreciate it.. every moment that I find
So that nightfall will find me with God's beauty on my mind


Sunday, August 4, 2019

Dayton, our dear sister..

Be still all you elements and molecules too
Too many these heartaches that are filtering through
My heart cannot take it . .my soul is in pain
Our earth is chaotic with  murderous refrain

Dayton our dear sister and sweet city of gems
Is now flooded with heartache and bloody red hems
Another mass shooting... another painful event
Is crying out to the Heavens:  oh killers..relent

What are we becoming and what is this about
The earth is being saturated ..the elements all shout
Hatreds and fighting ... prejudices too
Becomes all this violence that's coming on through

Don't make this about politics or  debatable view
These tragedies and heartaches merit something more  true
Put away all  of your self seeking ...  your gathering of votes
Dig deep down inside you and compose some sympathetic notes


Saturday, August 3, 2019

Tears for El Paso

Tears for El Paso..tears and more tears
How can we deny it this sound in our ears
Weeping and crying is  everywhere around
Bullets were flying with death in their sound

The madness that moved this can't ever make sense
How could anyone just do this ...reload and dispense
Randomly..and cowardly...and shooting away
This shooter so hatefully memorialized  this day

How painful how tragic how gut wrenching inside
I carry it and bear it this news from outside
My sisters my brothers... your cries hit me deep
With all those, who, sorrow now:  I bow down and weep


Be that living testimony

If you believe in Jesus and you say you really do
Why aren't you more like Jesus wherever you are passing through
In every one of your actions  ..are you with everyone..the same?
Are you truly that living testimony of our beloved Savior's Name..

It is all, so very exciting, to post those faith filled bold remarks
On your Facebook or your twitter.. like some Spirited fiery sparks
But what about those many places where nobody else can give acclaim
Are you still that living testimony of our Beloved Savior's Name

Are there some things you're ashamed of..and will never ever will tell;
Yet you go on with all your  preaching and sending everyone off to hell?
IF you are a truly that Believer that is missioned to become a flame
Then you'll become that living testimony of our Beloved Savior's Name.



Friday, August 2, 2019

Just be you...

Today be you and see what fun
Can be found where ever you run
Not trying to please just being your you
Just letting your you-ness shine on through

For you are enough.. you always are
Don't matter how near don't matter how far
Your beautifulness .. your wonderfulness
Will transform and change all emptiness

Don't look for love but be that love
That you deserve and are dreaming of
You'll set a fire and a peaceful rage
That'll ignite each town and fill each page

For you are enough  ..you always are
Don't matter how near..don't matter how far
Your beautifulness..your wonderfulness
Will transform and change all emptiness

You'll see the tears you'll see some hate
But don't get discouraged or turn irate
But send your love your inner soul
Into this world without lasting goal..

For you are enough.. you always are
Don't matter how near don't matter how far
Your beautifulness .. your wonderfulness
Will transform and change all emptiness

Go be a light go be you today
Be for some soul a better way:
To see; to hear; to know inside..
God gives us love both day and night

For you are enough.. you always are
Don't matter how near don't matter how far
Your beautifulness .. your wonderfulness
Will transform and change all emptiness