I like to write
but I don't know
if my writing
has a flow.
I always care to
contemplate
every single
word I state.
But then again
I've always heard
do not obsess
on every word.

Red is a poppy
red is fire
red is love
red is desire
red is the simmer
red is the sun
red is the spark
from a smoking gun
red is the warmth
that fills up
our heart
red is the passion
that tears us apart
red is impatient
red is a sin
red is excitement
whenever we win
red is a pinch
red is a poke
red is convinced
pink is a joke
red is the boil
red is the heat
red is the sizzle
that stops on the street
red is a kiss
red is a hug
red is the good luck
in a lady bug
red is the pulse
red is a blush
red is invigorating
red is a rush
red is God's spirit
living in us
red is the blood
He bled on the cross.

Hold fast to
a pillar
as strength ensues
and suffering
will succomb
and lose.

An architect of words
that permeate our lives
and we build their graceful arches
in the courtyards of our minds.

Clears my mind
cleans my soul
fills my heart
makes me whole
seeks the truth
sets me free
brings me closer
to eternity.

Prayers for our spirits
prayers for our souls
speak volumes about
the faith that we chose.

Prayers for the living
prayers for the dead
exist and breathe
in the words being said.

Prayers of thanksgiving
prayers of praise
enrich our lives
through God's
sacred ways.

Prayers of penance
prayers of remorse
give God a chance
to alter our course.

Prayers for no reason
prayers any time
are hard to say
and harder to find.

Sacrifice
and prophecy,
a journey to
the temple.
Something extraordinary
began with tradition.
Offering to God
their infant son,
confirmed spiritually
by Simeon.
The maternal yearnings
that never part
foretell  a sorrow
near Mary's heart.

The bluest sky
the greenest grass
like all life
on earth
must pass.
The purple field
and yellow hill
speak softly
the creator's
will.
To preview all
this glory be
a glimpse
into eternity.

Where is your faith
in this world gone awry?
It got lost
in translation
between you and I.
Words we hear and words we say
set their sights on
mindful play,
and everything that
we are taught
merges with our
worldly thought.
That is why
the Savior said
heed my words upon your hearts,
for that is where my kingdom starts.

Mary queen of heaven be
a calm for every storm we face,

Mary queen of heaven be
a constant reminder of God's grace.

Mary queen of heaven be
a soothing peace for all our fears,

Mary queen of heaven be
a source of joy through the years.

Mary queen of heaven be
our strength against demonic foes,

Mary queen of heaven be
emotional salve for all our woes.

Mary queen of heaven be
the love that guides us day by day,

Mary queen of heaven be
the voice that shows us how to pray.

Mary queen of heaven be
in oppression our quick relief,

Mary queen of heaven be
the shining beacon of our belief.

Mary queen of heaven be
the kindness we must pass along,

Mary queen of heaven be
the heartstrings  playing our soul's sweet song.

Mary queen of heaven be
present in our daily prayers,

Mary queen of heaven be
advice and counsel for our cares.

Mary queen of heaven be
our cooling breeze and gentle rain,

Mary queen of heaven be
the spotless place for all our stains.

Mary queen of heaven be
the joy whenever we rejoice,

Mary queen of heaven be
our ears to hear your sacred voice.

Mary queen of heaven be
in the sky our rising star,

Mary queen of heaven be
a constant presence never far.

Mary queen of heaven be
here beside us everyday,

Mary queen of heaven be
our sunshine when the skies are gray.

Mary queen of heaven be
our protector, fortress, shield, and shade,

Mary queen of heaven be
love's foundation forever laid.

Mary queen of heaven be
the brilliant colors nature brings,

Mary queen of heaven be
the beauty of a butterfly's wings.

Mary queen of heaven be
the subtle whisper of dawn's first light,

Mary queen of heaven be
the velvet silence of the night.

Mary queen of heaven be
the reason that we celebrate,

Mary queen of heaven be
our perfect patience as we wait.

Mary queen of heaven be
our comfort now and reward to come,

Mary queen of heaven be
our duly noted job well done.

Mary queen of heaven be
our map to everlasting grace,

Mary queen of heaven be
our swift feet to finish the race.

Mary queen of heaven be
the goodness we can clearly see,

Mary queen of heaven be
our guide into eternity.

Splendor
shine
sparkle divine,
Dawn's
first light
rosy
bright,
single star
twinkling
blink,
imagine
lightning
in a
wink,
thunder
power
echoes
a storm,
sun's rays
expand
nurturing warm,
eternal energy
high voltage sent,
God's source
redemption
simply
radiant.

Poetry
is a
pleasantry
in
reality.

I lost my tears
the other day
and emotions were all
swept away.
The mysteries I had
always heard
and contemplated
every word,
were miracles
turned inside out
erasing all my fear
and doubt
and proving that
the ways we're blessed
are never ending
measureless.

Christ's resurrection
inspires reflection
and offers
direction
and
motivation
for every
generation.

I cannot write
without a rhyme,
possibly
in due time,
but currently
the words are mine
and I'm inclined
to make them rhyme
line by line
because I find
peace of mind
every time
my words rhyme.

Where life's pulse
is counted
and love is stored,
where passions motives
are continually implored,
where we question our purpose
to breathe and be
and explore the depths
of eternity,
where faith, belief
and conviction start,
the Father, Son
and the Sacred Heart.

To live
as thou
hast died
for me,
redeemed by Christ,
a sacrifice
that paid the price
for all that be.

In memory
of what once was
silently stands
the sarcophagus,
a stone symbol,
a noble tribute
to life's end,
a final salute
bold and mute.
Yet as it stands
the spirit lives
and thus commands
respect for both
the life that was
and the stoic
sarcophagus.

For the first cool
that Autumn brings,
and the golden angel wings
bearing the winter gift we find
a message born to all mankind,
for peace on earth and all to share,
then with spring's thaw God's hand is near
to paint the fields and flowers true
as summer naps with me and you.
For all God's seasons, all year round
where the purest beauty can be found.

A songbird sang
to me and told,
of pages old
and pages gold,
where flowers danced
among the fields
and secrets shared
were never sealed.
Those days are gone
so goes the song,
and time has told
as life unfolds
that birds still sing,
but everything
is not revealed
among the fields.

Mary has my heart,
the angels have my soul,
the saints have my mind
but Christ has my whole.

The beauty of each season
maintains our simple truths,
these simple truths
within us
maintains
the beauty of life.

We are a snow cone
people.
when it gets hot,
broiling and burning
we strive to be not.
so icy and freezing
we crave a lot.
Snow ball
shaved ice
is good when
it's hot.

My soaring heart
stays not on earth,
heaven bound
in death and birth,
grace, mercy,
and glory be
lift my heart
outside of me
above emotions
of the day
to the place
where hearts
should stay.

The colors
do not
betray
my sight,
boasting
while dancing
with the light.
Artisan's skill
that celebrates
a canvas
of heaven
to create.
Oh colors shine
so deep and true,
draw me closer
my God,
to you.

He set the course
and knew the time
when reason from
the earth would climb
and reach for faith,
God's gift to man
found between the stars
and land.
For as he taught
that God is real
all present
as we think and feel,
St. Thomas knew
what his faith meant
that humanity
was heaven sent.

The face she wiped
the pain she eased
the care she bore
a moment seized

a lasting image
of agony
the suffering
her sympathy

a simple act
she felt the need
to care for one
whose blood was seized

a point in time
torture's delay
yeilding a snapshot
sought today.

Do you ever see

below the top of me?

All the stares I get
stop on my surface
and they sit,
they never sink below
where I live and
grow,
then they would get to know
me.

Take the good
on your way
in what you do
and what you say.

Take the good
along life's road
it will lighten
any load.

Take the good
and pass it on
it takes the weak
and makes
them strong.

Take the good
take joy and hope
the tools from God
to help us cope.

Take the good
God said to me
for in the good
is where I will be.

A hug is
a jump start
for every heart
to reach out
and feel
a love
that is real.
A hug is a need
or maybe a seed
to water and ****.
A hug is relief
in the midst of
our belief.
A hug is
an innocent
manifestation
of love's
tender intention.

Spring's sweet thaw
has met me here
so shed no more
a single tear,
and understand
I did not die
and in this ground
I do not lie.

Love in a lick
will always stick.

Love in a blink
can make you think.

Love in a seed
can grow a good deed.

Love in a storm
can make you warm.

Love in a tear
is something dear,

Love in a tickle
can make you trickle.

Love in a drop
can make you stop.

Love in a day
can make you stay.

Love is a treasure,
love is an act,
love is a promise,
love is a pact.

Love in us all
can we answer the call?

The crown,
they said
would hurt
His head,
but he didn't
cry
and it hurt
inside.
Maybe we
should remember
that
they taunted, mocked
and on Him
spat.
The times we
want to cry
and feel as if
we might die,
know
He's been there
and we can share
new hope found
within
the crown.

The Daily

Unless I write
of things born
of the dark,
The Daily
eludes me.
Though pain is real
unless I share
a suffering tale,
showcased
I will not be.
And though I know
not all of life
is true and good
and free,
the longing to
reveal these truths
is a daily
virtuous plea.

Woven with the
thread of time,
our heart and soul
battles our mind,
creating our
autologous quilt
individually
custom built.
Each stitch with care
holds the key
for patterns that
are yet to be.
Textures and colors
blend and contrast
preserving our future,
defining our past.