Anxiety is a passing cloud
in a crowded sky
It may come from a painful truth
but, it lives a dreadful lie
It isn't yours
It isn't you
So, let it howl and bark
And gently sit beside it
to hold it in the dark

The silence of the woods
quieted the noise in his soul
As he walked the sacred trail
he felt the spirit of the wind
rustle through him
as if he were high in the trees
He bathed in the cool water
at the base of the silver falls
and prayed that his body
be cleansed of his ***** life
and that he be given the strength
to cope with the stress of adversity
For to conquer that
is to conquer the temptation
to soil oneself with sin

Rise to the blessing
of the morning sun
Open all the windows
it’s will be done
Let it chase away the darkness
of the cold, still night
Let there be clarity
where there was no light
May the sun’s luminescence
baptize all the faces
of those so receiving
of it’s bountiful graces
For a day without storms
is a good day indeed
and may that be remembered
in one’s hour of need

While the puppeteer sleeps
how divine the dream
that frees the marionette to dance

Before the terrible tyrant wakes
Pops the dream
and spoils it's chance

With all the unknown variables
in the complex equation of our lives
for X to equal happiness
we must be always solving for the
value of X

There are ghosts that dwell
in the spooky mist
above the water at night
With the break of dawn
they will soon be gone
like vampires in the light

We must stand
in the rain to hide
any trace of tears
To be discovered weeping
is the worst
of our crazy fears