with lips sewn
confidence grows

a deeper listening
hears the contemplative

moving beyond illusion
of self and surroundings.

some would have you 'fool'
but thats ok its par for the course

and they are only fooling themselves
poor souls.

Often my mind takes chaotic turns,
every thought in a frantic whirlwind;
Engaged in memories which seem unreal,
and futuristic images casting spells unkind.

The piercing voices provide awkward relief,
with their influential yet boisterous tones;
At times I'm afraid they'll turn into whispers,
on their path through the maze of the unknown.

Songs are soothing but some seem reckless,
a vortex of broken wishes once recalled;
Slithering sites cast upon the remnants,
of fragmented night time dreams unfulfilled.

The darkness envelops my inner being,
while through the mirror of life I'm scattered;
Daylight will rescue me from this--I'm certain,
yet wondering if my dusky visions mattered.

Each day we awaken with worried minds,
and hopes that we'll get through--
The troubles that arise before us,
with courage and fortitude.

It's not that we're ungrateful,
for the gifts we've received from above--
Happy times can be overshadowed,
when we've forgotten that we're loved.

It's hard to feel His presence,
in all the things we face--
Afraid and weak our hearts reach out,
for His everlasting grace.

It doesn't matter who you are,
or what name you call your God--
The spirit of life is written on,
each soul that conquers fraud.

The lie is that we're here alone,
with nothing to enhance our faith--
Yet the sun and moon glow peacefully,
then disappear without a trace.

Where did the magic all begin,
and do we question why?
The days move on despite each trial,
while dark nights sing their lullabies.

One foot in front of the other,
is really all that we can do--
Just make a choice to live and learn,
and with God's love you'll begin anew.

Today my soul has run away,
to places where my heart can't play--
Devotion lights the thoughts within,
yet still there's something I can't win.

In silence lies the grieving night,
from all the stories of my plight--
The quiet calm and windless air,
are gently stirred without a care.

My deepest feelings rise above,
ideas flourish with endless love--
The evening falls without a sound,
as moonlight shines onto the ground.

Perhaps I've wandered into fairyland,
with children dancing hand in hand--
My fondest wish is coming true,
as my soul's returned to be renewed.