I am ready to rip the white off these walls.
I am ready to destroy them.

Only to notice,
In that courageous moment...
That one of the four is missing.

Marvelous splendor
The eyes delight
God’s thumbprint upon
This magical sight

She wears herself
And nothing more
Standing true
In her natural form

Beauty is,
Not symmetry
Beauty is
Simply to be

God made you, you
And nothing more
So wear it proud
And wear it strong

There is only one you
On the face of this earth
And someone out there
Can see all your worth

Without you changing
A single thing -
Your beauty is in
Your true being

So let your light
Shine through today
So God can delight
In what he has made.

Alas, Spring is here!

A fine young woman
Hearty and young
Full of life

Plump and fertile
With pale white skin
Pink cheeks, lively eyes
And brown curls around her face

Her arms are full
With flowers of yellow and white
And she carries loaves of bread
In a sack on her back

Children skip behind her
In streams of laughter
And she leaves a trail
Of petlas on their path

She wears a halo of sun
Above her full face

And a flower crown
On her soft bed of hair

She breaths warmth on the days
Melting mornings like butter

And when she cries, it rains
And the town becomes silent
Giving room to the boom
Of her sorrowful roars

And when it is finished
She sings with joy
And the birds chime in
And the grass lifts
And horses drink peacefully
From a nearby stream

And the sky outpours its light
Affirming all will be alright

People rush from their doors
To observe the spring fair
Enjoying her celebratory visit
As the earth opens up,
To give way to life.

And when she leaves
Ever-so-quietly one night,
Her sister comes knocking,
Early in the next morning
With her fire red hair and safari eyes
Jumping and dancing and kissing the moon
Summer has arrived-

Followed by father autumn,
Whose quiet power
Sways life from the trees.
And mother winter,
Who brings comfort and rest
With her blanket of white.

Till' again spring returns
And all the world rejoices
At the arrival of their favorite guest,

Generous and humble
Marvelous,
Spring.

Silent streets beckon,
Wide and empty, like an open hand
A gentle pull back to before

When summer heat
Danced from the streets
Melting time like Dali’s clock
As the night sky poured out her stars
Into our eager and open eyes

When opportunity rushed in
On autumn leaves
Sweeping out the old
In a blue sky breeze

And curtains burst open
On a crisp winter's morning,
Revealing a portrait of white
In a wide and timeless sky

When alone
Was just a seed,
A fantasy of youth,
Yet to reveal
Its perfect purple pedals,
Only to the moon

And racing feet
Kissed the dew
On tender springs buds
Bursting with life.

How gentle a time,
It was to be young,
When all four seasons were ahead.

Today is one day
Just like the rest,
But unlike the others
It is here
Now.

Unlike tomorrow,
It holds the promise
Of existence.

And unlike yesterday
It provides opportunity
For change.

Today, her majesty
Is all we have.

When we salute her sunrise
And give way to her glory.

The shadows of yesterday
Come to rest
And the worries of tomorrow ease

And today opens her royal gates
To let in the living.

I am wrapped up in yesterday,
Tied in the knots of my heart,
Bound by my regrets of the night.

Restless, I am,
Eager to escape to before
When it was evening
And there was opportunity
To do right

But rather,
It is morning
And i am trapped in the pit of my chest
A prisoner to the night
Without a chance for change.

Let a single ray of day shine upon me
As I sit in this pit of mourning.
Let it warm the fibers of my heart,
So they grow loose
And I can step out, into the day.

And let me say sorry,
By how I live
Today.

If I were to paint this grief,
I would use the sky as my canvas,
And it wouldn’t be great enough

If I were to sculpt this shame,
I would shape a new universe,
still too small to contain.

And if I were to sing this pain,
It would rumble the earth
Rise the tides
And shake the sun out of the sky

If I were to write this regret,
I would use every word,
In every language,
But still, it would be incomplete.

Nothing can convey
the state I am in.

The best I can do is pray it
And say Lord, have mercy.
Only you know my pain and my sorrow,
Let your light shine upon me,
And make me new.

Only you know me.
Christ have mercy
On me, a sinner.