Father, I will know you,
much better after death;
when my soul has died,
when I've taken my last breath.
For all of us must die,
before we truly live;
and like your precious son,
our souls to you, we give.
And in our offerings,
we have expectant hope;
that in what we all encounter,
with You alone, we cope.
Down on earth, below,
we all must pass Your test;
knowing that which follows,
will surely be the best.
Your blessed word is
our great light,
that sees us through,
life's constant fight.
A lamp that shines forever,
for our hurried feet;
where hearts and minds
are mended,
to the glory that we'll meet.
You are the true, eternal dream,
that we can clearly see;
we ask that You do keep us,
in Your sacred memory.

With faith, I keep the Sabbath Day
to honor Him, I kneel to pray
giving thanks, for all He's done
from each setting and rising of the sun.

His blessings are too numerous to name
He gives eternal life instead of fame
His holy days I'll keep and cherish
for if we keep His truth we will not perish.

His commandments keep our body strong
gives us the power of His mighty song
gives peace to the heart and soul
keeping our minds on track and whole.

Follow His ways to the path of living
not by all the getting, but the giving
love's the mainstream of His being
without it, we aren't really seeing.

With faith, I keep all hope alive
with God, it's all I need to thrive
I know He's the answer that I need
and on His Word alone... I feed.

Must I be the only one that knows
it's over?
Have you fooled me for so long
I could not see?
now we all know just where it is
you're heading,
What happens, I ask in vain, to me?
If love's one-sided, well then,
my God, it's really finished;
you cannot stay, when love is gone,
you must look for someone new,
you must listen to a new love song.
Love is always there, just look around,
catch someone's eye and show a smile;
speak with modest understanding,
maybe, she will stay by you, a while.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
don't be shy, step up to the plate;
you're the one, that's in control,
though others say, it must be fate.
What once you had is now a memory,
some thoughts are good and others, bad;
be thankful for the good ones that remain;
be thankful for the love that once you had

Keep me from this world Lord,
it garners too much sorrow;
keep me from the devil's pull,
with hope of God's tomorrow.

Where dreams are made reality,
where there's comfort for the soul;
away from stress and turmoil,
where the earth extracts its toll.

Keep me from this world Lord,
from the violence and the pain;
from man's unkind pollution,
I am sick of its refrain.

To where I drink the waters,
from pure and flowing streams;
the fountains of Your knowledge,
that laughs at mankind's schemes.

Keep me from this world Lord,
from the  war cries of the fools;
that don't know the way of peace,
where their kingdom never rules.

Snow, pure and ****** white,
greeted me at dawn,
kissed me in the night.
took my breath away,
as I walked in frigid weather,
but left without a trace,
at noon that day.
Snow was diamonds glittering,
in the sun's bright glare,
putting cold in second place,
with the beauty I did share.
Snow was God's white blanket,
sheltering the earth,
covering the treetops,
with its silent mirth.
Snow was winter's message,
of the approaching season;
of the turning of the new year,
for no specific reason,
other than the shifting,
of the planets quiet course,
with the guidance of God's hand,
as its origin and source.

Thank you Lord, for shining on my soul,
I praise your Holy name, you make me whole;
there's nothing that I lack when you're with me,
even if  my friends, they cannot see.

Your on the inside... outside I look the same,
you've forgiven all my faults and shame;
I am like putty in your sculpting hand,
never have I felt, happiness so grand.

You took me from the bottom of my being,
opened up my ears, my eyes, for seeing;
took all the dirt and washed it all away,
so in your new-found favor, I could stay.

You picked me up, when I was all but down,
rescued me from where I nearly drowned;
gave me the strength to make it past my sin,
never gave much thought to where I'd been.

Thank you Lord, for making me a new creation,
filling me with joy and sweet anticipation;
I once was lost, and I almost lost my mind,
but in your Word, it's always Love I find.

My love was like a flower, always blooming,
I paid heed to myself, with much grooming;
to look the very best I could, for only you,
but that dissolved, when you and I fell through.

Now my love is like the dying cracks in sand,
that suffers from lack of rain on barren land;
like wilted plants, that wither on the stalk,
my heart's shunned by mute and empty talk.

Too late for saving rain, the very root has died,
by cold and callous ways you spoke and lied;
some love can still survive, but alas, not mine,
it all has lost its luster and its polished shine.

Yes, I feel like I'm the victim in this horrid tale,
but truth be told, that as both, we surely failed;
for a moment, for a time, it was simply grand,
but it was over when you never took my hand.

My love was like a rhapsody,  of that first kiss,
enveloped in a golden majesty of secret bliss;
but you displayed yourself to be a shallow rover,
and now, for all intents and purposes, it's over.

I am a secret admirer,
of her beauty, sweet and fair;
from the glow of her lovely face,
to the curve of her cheek so bare.

I do not exist, not in her thoughts,
not in her world, not in her eyes;
I'm nothing in a world of naught,
and a sigh of inaudible sighs.

One day I'll have the treasure,
that my heart is longing to take;
one day she'll be at my side,
what a happy couple we'll make!

I will exist, both in her heart and mind,
then we'll share the world together;
the laughter, the tears, the joy,
then, we'll be happy beyond any measure.

Till then,  I'm a secret admirer,
of her beauty, sweet and fair;
the eyes that speak of enchantment,
and the cascade of her falling hair.

Goodnight my friends,
I'll see you in my dreams;
in the land of Nod -
life's different here it seems.

Reality's distorted,
I may awake in screams;
to a nightmare straight from hell,
it scrambles all my dreams.

I want the sugar plum fairies,
to dance around my ears;
to lighten up my outlook,
to stifle night time fears.

Just a nap at twilight.
will put me in the mood;
thirty little minutes,
it wouldn't be so rude.

Night comes faster at my age,
as do all things in time;
goodnight to all my friends,
as I end this silly rhyme.

Can't we send some turkey,
to those with hunger pains?
to fill their empty bellies,
by air or ship or trains?
Can't we share some greens?
or scrumptious pumpkin pie?
or do we loosen belts too tight;
and let our wishes die?
Too much meat we feed our faces,
portions drying on the plate;
while those that starve remain,
and waste what we deem fate.
The biggest day of eating's here;
we go past the full-up mark;
while children lie in  waiting,
their bodies, gaunt and stark.
Thanksgiving means the act of sharing,
not how much we can put down;
please give away what you can't eat,
the folks that need, are all around.
Too much the fork and cutting knife,
too much the sweets we gobble fast;
as if the food might disappear,
as if the sweets won't last.

Let it fall,
the moisture from your eyes,
let it fall,
and let it flow;
for happiness in love,
for sorrows that you know.
Let your heart be glad,
for the world that touches you;
for undiscovered treasures,
of things you never knew.
Let your soul be happy,
for love that comes your way;
whether it be fleeting,
or whether it will stay.
Let you mind be peaceful,
with the beauty of your song;
let serenity be yours,
may all your life be long.
Let your voice sing out,
for you are most unique;
let truth be your desire,
in whatever you do seek.

Death comes, quite unexpected,
in bloom of youth or in our prime;
like a thief, quite, unsuspected,
before maturity, before our time.

It takes away the budding rose,
kills the blossoms of the spring;
when it comes, no one knows,
or what results it brings.

Death comes to all, no one escapes,
both the wicked and the good;
both the sweet and sour grapes,
we can't change it - wish we could.

All the laughter and the tears,
are buried in the silence;
gone the beauty of the years,
in death, serene or violent.

Death is never greeted well,
it's the end of all that's known;
only memory in time, will tell,
how high it is, we've flown.

How glorious Your truth Lord
from the dawn of our creation
from the beginning of all time
you formed each separate nation.
How wondrous is Your beauty
that flows to every  shore
that firmament of sky
that leads to heaven's door.
How beautiful the night
that shines in every star
that galaxy of diamonds
that we  see from afar.
How majestic is Your truth Lord
from Your written word
from Your mighty voice
like thunder, we have heard.
How magnificent Your glory
to those that heed Your call
to those that are forgiven
from their lowly fall.

The wind is cool and brisk,
the sun, it gives no heat;
it's the end of winter,
and I have anxious feet.
To hike the rolling hills,
to walk the secret trail;
where butterflies hang out,
perhaps, some hurried quail.
To scan the sky for hawks,
or,  if in luck,  an eagle;
something grand as that,
something just as regal.
But I'll take a hummingbird,
or a hopping cottontail;
life's full of variation,
and I'm not one to wail.
All I need is random change,
from the traffic's daily roar;
from the din of constant chatter,
those are the days that I live for.

Fit on the breastplate of righteousness,
about your chest and waist;
drink from the cup of truth,
how pleasant is its taste!
Keep on singing praises, to the God above,
may his blessing never cease,
prepare to spread His gospel,
upon your feet, wear peace.
Take up the shield of Faith,
that glows, just as the sun;
it repels the fiery darts,
sent from the evil one.
Take the helmet of salvation,
it will keep your mind on Him;
drink from His living waters,
fill your cup up to its brim.
Grab the sword of the Spirit,
hold the Word of God on high;
the full armor of the Lord,
is His great battle cry!

I wish you sunshine when it rains,
a happy song to ease your pains;
a laugh for every time you cry,
and lovely dreams for bye and bye.

I wish you happiness each day,
whether at your work or play;
the promised hope, of tomorrow,
the quick passing, of each sorrow.

I wish you summer when your cold,
a confidence, to make to you bold;
a treasure house of constant love,
that you can wear, just like a glove.

I wish you sunsets that always please,
on a hot day, an ever cooling breeze;
a little rain when things are getting dry,
and dreams at night, where you can fly.

I wish you memories that never end,
the companionship of a secret friend;
the love of nature that makes you smile,
and some poetry, that bides with you awhile.

By their fruits you shall know them
the best fruit brings satisfaction
to mind and mouth and gut
foul fruit brings a different reaction.

The sweetness of wine is a delight
the mastication of a fig is pleasure
all bad fruit is cast aside, like sin
the ripeness of a pear is a treasure.

Watch your fruit as it still grows
cultivate it as you would your life
when it's at the peak of its perfection
you can partake of it without a knife.

Mold your life, as you would your fruit
don't neglect it, and please, don't let it rot
follow his commandments as a guide
just as his beloved son on earth has taught.

Be a light to those that do not know the way
be kind, be faithful and be observant
so in the afterlife, he will say to you
"Well done, my good and fellow servant."

Now comes the second day,
following your death;
he was there beside you,
as you took your final breath.
Now begin the days of grief,
the hurting and the sorrow;
for the loved one...gone,
left alone for each tomorrow.
She will not go to heaven,
nor will she go toward hell;
but she'll rise,  come resurrection,
when?   only time will tell.
Then, she'll face God's truth,
then, she'll have a choice;
to accept Him or reject Him,
let's pray she hears His voice.
To be part of God's own family,
where no one dies,   not ever;
right here on God's green earth,
for the next day and forever.

There is earth, and there is sky,
and then there's You -
abundant food and water,
and dreams we never knew.
There are hills and heaven,
created by Your hand;
peaks with year round snow,
high - aloof - and grand.
There is rain that falls,
giving life to everything;
flowering in the month of May,
kissed by summer's wings.
There are stars... all scattered,
like diamonds in the night;
comets racing out in space,
transformed by burning light.
There is the heart, the soul, and You,
and us; a bit lower than an angel's grace;
but in the image of our Maker,
God touched the human's face.

Come out of Babylon my friend
says the Lord, the King of Kings;
this world is not enough for life
and what man alone does bring.
Put away the tinsel and the gold
shun the darkness, follow light;
and in your soul, repent of sin
for what rings true and right.
Forgive all those that wrong you
pray for your enemies;
for surely God will bless you
as He looks down and sees.
Speak truth, be satisfied
for what God's word does show;
love your neighbor as yourself
it's a law that you must know.
Come out of Babylon my friend
seek first the Christ, your Savoir;
keep the ten commandments
and you'll be in God's favor.

What's the use of love,
when his words just leave you shaking?
when you shiver in the night,
because you're heart is breaking.

What's the use of kisses,
when they are just a peck?
when you wonder he's been,
and you're life is one big wreck?

What's the use of hugs,
when they're just a quick embrace?
when he's always in a hurry,
and you can't stand the pace?

What's the use of dreaming,
when you know he will not change?
when he has no time for you,
when he is acting strange?

What's the use of love,
when he's driving you insane?
when he doesn't give a ****,
if your life goes down the drain?

Morning walks are pleasant walks
on open endless plain;
the dew is glistening, clinging
from flowers in the rain.

The quietness is hallowed
free from noise and stress;
it calms the walker's mind
and lets the mind undress.

What is left -  is beauty
of Nature's winsome view;
reflections of a palette
of what you never knew.

Colors from a scrapbook
of mountains, sky and sun;
artistry of Nature's hand
now here, but not yet done.

Morning walks are my delight
on the narrow, meadowed lane;
meditation... of a sort
from flowers in the rain.

Once I knew the planets
but then I was in school
I think that there were nine
now I'm an educated fool.

Once I learned to swim
but not until the age of ten
now I live on desert beaches
with no water to go in.

Once I learned to ride a bike
now I'm careful I don't fall
I sold my bike years ago
I don't miss my bike at all.

Once I was a hungry lover
full of passion, full of grace
both are gone with my age
now confined to just one place.

Once I knew the names of strangers
now I struggle for their name
I remember your face I say
(but I know it's not the same).

Your day begins at sunset Lord,
when the twilight, fades away;
as we begin our winding down,
to let the darkness have its say.

Again we wake, again refreshed,
to pink-tinged light of dawn;
to the quiet of the morning,
to the warm robe we put on.

We say a prayer to start the day,
thanks for blessings, well received;
our praise to God for every breath,
thanks, we've not been deceived.

Your righteousness is always there,
in the time and place that we exist;
your strength endures, when we are weak,
You give us vision,  in fog and mist.

Your path is light, to bring us home,
a lamp, that helps us,  find our way;
a rock, to build our faith upon,
an anchor on which, we gladly pray.

Come back to where love dwells,
in the garden of your dreams;
to where the heart is calling,
in rich and vibrant reams.
To where the soul is longing,
to drift and sail away;
to where the mind can capture,
the loveliness of day.
Come back to where the heart is,
that desires happiness;
to where the world is pleasant,
with your touch and by your kiss.
Stay and rest your harried life,
and take in treasured hope,
hope that rises up above,
to realms where you can cope.
Come back... forget the sorrow,
of a lonely stretch of heartache;
and fill it now with new love,
...all that you can take.

Keep me from this wicked world,
keep me from the devil's dare;
mold my feet upon Your path,
let truth be clothes I wear!

Let my heart be filled with love,
let my soul...find peace;
close the door to Satan,
in You,  my faith increase!

Let Your light in me shine through,
may the road ahead be bright;
guide my steps along the way,
to meet the dreary daily fight!

Keep me from this wicked world,
seal up my foolish pride;
keep praise of You upon my lips,
and on the wings of eagles, ride!

Take me to the higher ground,
where breezes always blow;
where the air is ten times fresher,
than what is down below.

Let me climb to heaven,
to touch the azure sky;
to where the sun is brighter,
to where the eagles cry.

To where the traffic is no more,
where sounds fade fast away;
to the quiet and the beauty,
of a perfect autumn day.

Let me view the mountains,
that surround the happy hills;
that envelope the valleys,
of weathered rocks and rills.

Take me to that higher ground,
where forever, I am lost;
unknown, a hermit of the land,
where waves are never tossed.

In this mad world,
we love and ask for peace;
for wars to end,
for hate, to cease.
We ask for joy,
and quiet times;
when we can read
a book or someone's rhyme.
In this mad world,
we pray for no more killing;
it tears the soul apart,
the death bell keeps on ringing.
We seek the solace,
of the love of others;
before we douse the light,
and slip underneath the covers.
In this mad world,
we have to hold our candles high;
to fight against the darkness,
of the nightly skies.

One day, I'll write a poem,
that captures my true thoughts;
I'll then surprise myself,
by words that I have wrought.
Nothing too elaborate,
nothing too mundane;
an emotion of the heart,
to keep me sound and sane.
The touch of wind upon the cheek,
the hide and seek of shade;
the chirp of birds and people,
the music that we've played.
The laugh of happy children,
the joy of loving souls;
each upon an unknown stage,
with varied, different roles.
The love that is forever,
the kindness of  a friend;
the bond that's never broken,
the tie that never ends.

January skies are clear and cold
they hold no hint of spring -
the sun provides no warmth
of what the future brings.

The snow comes without warning
soft and white and silent -
it's lovely to behold
fluffy, wet and pliant.

January skies are pale in color
the blue is often missing -
the night is swift in coming
more daylight now I'm wishing.

The winter seems to drag its heels
it stays around too long -
I'm longing for the green again
and the start of April's song.

January skies are somber
dismal, gray, depressing -
it comes and will not leave
its end is beyond guessing.

Some night, I'll stay awake,
to hear the coyotes howl;
listening in the dark,
to nightly creatures prowl.
One day, I'll sail away,
to a far and distant land;
and ponder in my dreams,
God's great and awesome plan.
I've always been a dreamer,
a traveler in my mind;
escaping life's illusions,
to see what I would find.
Always searching, always seeking,
for unexpected treasure;
a vagabond of sorts,
in which I take my pleasure.
Some night, I'll board that ship,
from where there's no return;
on that mystery boat of death,
where I'll live again...or burn.

Give me back the days,
the ones you stole from me;
when love began to fade,
take back the hurtful things
you said,
the lies you cruelly made.
Then mend my heart and
heal my soul,
and give me back the dream;
that long ago - began with you,
when we were once a team.
And say the words that touched
my mind,
that only lovers know;
that satisfied and comforted,
and caused my love to grow.
Give me back security,
that made me safe and strong;
and I'll forget the pain,  and
forgive with each day's song.
Give me back the stolen hours,
and we'll make a brand new start;
give me back... my sanity,
before I fall apart.

Outside, the snow is gently falling,
the fireplace is lit and burning;
I read a book, that I've been stalling,
inside of me, the heart is yearning.

Yearning for the days of times ago,
for the love of my New England days;
when no reason was enough to know,
the why  and wherewithal  of ways.

To find the joy, in just the simple things,
to find a peace, that envelopes the soul;
a snowfall, that such a scene does bring,
to garner joy,  that makes one whole.

My love is writing poems to stir my heart,
she sits,  contented,  by the open fire;
of my life,  she is the major part,
I look upon her with sweet desire.

New England winter on this summer day,
brings back a memory that's fine;
it was  my thoughts that were at play,
I drink the last of summer's wine.

We're in the right position,
not too close to burn right up;
enough oxygen to sustain life,
sweet, the wine, from God's cup!

So sweet, the taste of love
from brimming hearts,
sunshine from above,
from which we all are parts.

The seasons bring variety,
in so many different ways;
as the earth turns in silence,
like half-forgotten plays.

The music that we hear,
the visions that we see;
made for eye and ear,
for you alone - and me.

And if you think it chance,
then you won't ever know;
the reason why we breathe,
and why the soul does glow.

Coffee's good, some say bad;
but this morning's cup is fine;
outside the sun is rising fast,
'tis time for morning's grind.

Here we go, quite as before,
dressed with climate's hand;
with eyes alert, with eager heart,
lets hope the day, goes as planned.

A walk to start the morning off,
my companion at my side;
down the road across the street,
on our early morning glide.

The warmth of Sol is beaming,
the hint of cool is  blowing;
we walk with no intention,
of where it is we're going.

The legs now getting limber,
the pace of steps, increasing;
the wonder of the world unfurls,
and it never quells its ceasing.

When will you feel the need,
to have Him by your side?
to walk in truth and honesty,
and by His laws abide?

When will you feel the urge,
to cast aside your sinning;
and walk with love instead of hate,
and start a new beginning?

To declare you've had enough,
of the glitter of the city;
of its obvious pretensions,
we only can have pity.

There's a higher calling in you,
than the drugs or endless drink;
a safer refuge from the world,
so much closer than you think.

He stands at the door and knocks,
if you let Him, He'll come in;
and you'll wonder why you waited,
and He'll ask you where you've been.

There's a train that takes you
as you are,
there's no need to change
your way
it like a journey to
a star
but you don't have to
stay.

It's called the mystery train,
you board at your own pace;
you don't have to go insane,
you don't have to hide your face.

Everyone is welcome there,
they're chasing their own dream;
no one knows just where,
you supply your own grand scheme.

It starts when you are sleeping,
when the sandman comes around;
in dreams the joy comes creeping,
that's when ecstasy is found.

There's a train that takes you
as you are
no changes are required
it sometimes takes you
very far
you'll feel loved and
quite inspired.

The mystery train is free for all,
no charge, no pay, no fee;
can you hear its whistle call?
it's for you and it's for me.

When I left this world behind
my vision got much clearer
my hearing much improved
and the God I knew, much nearer.
I got cleansed and then renewed
a total transformation
got rid of excess baggage
began my transmigration.
When I left this world behind
I gained a new-found peace
and realized my life
had taken on new lease.
I dumped out all the ****
and shed my evil ways
and counted all my blessings
that I gathered all my days.
When I left this world behind
I sang all praise to Him
thanking Him for my change
from this world with all its sin.

the world's in spiritual darkness
black shadows cover the land;
the world's dissolving before us
it wasn't part of God's plan.

It started with breakup of family
and putting God's word aside;
saying abortion's all right
filling our thoughts with pride.

Allowing all rules to be broken
putting money above all the rest;
thinking that we can fix problems
thinking that our way's the best.

Now our great nation's declining
seems like nobody's too concerned;
that we've forgotten our morals
and the values that once we learned.

The world's in spiritual darkness
God's light...it can't shine through;
now we're fading into oblivion
from things that we once knew.

We walk in evening, in the hills,
the trail is rocky, somewhat rough;
it climbs along a ridgetop,
steep, but not too tough.
We stride with certain measure,
the air is breezy, cool and clean,
we leave the worldly cares behind,
below, the grass is getting green.
A little hike, into the blue,
scattered clouds, dots of white;
the mountains turning purple,
with the diminished light.
An old man and his dog,
enjoying the day and life;
with close companionship and love,
escaping the daily strife.
Our lives are but a shadow,
soon we'll be gone; tomorrow;
blessed to share the end of time,
of happiness and sorrow.

If only you had held me close,
then I wouldn't feel the pain;
but then, you seldom hold me,
so I'm left with little gain.

If only you had smiled for me,
for something I did right;
in place of empty arms,
through long and lonely nights.

If only you had held my hand,
when I sensed danger near;
when I faced the coming day,
of a senseless, unknown fear.

If only you had given love,
in the quiet of an evening;
if you'd only turned to look,
to see that I was grieving.

If only you had held me tight,
when feet beneath me swayed;
if you'd only paid attention,
why then...I may have stayed.

I thought that I could love you
I was wrong
I wasn't on the path
where I belonged;
I fell into the world of love
and drowned
got lost, confused
couldn't turn around;
We were friends but
never lovers
the miles kept us far apart
I thought I gave you what
you wanted
but I left with
little pieces of my heart.
I don't blame anyone
but me
I was far too gone
to truly see;
I love you but
not the way you wanted
but that's the way of love
that leaves me haunted.

Lord - This is true, I know
from You, all good things flow
peace and joy and love
come down from high above.

Gone is anger and conceit
You have caused their swift retreat
along with hate and greed
for You satisfy our every need.

Lord - This I know is true
You forgive us through and through
when we pray and then repent
time with You is time well spent.

You bless our every strong desire
by Your holy righteous fire
if it is right,  not wrong -
You give us heaven's song.

Lord - I know this much is true
we're better when we think on You
starting now -  and never later
our precious, grand and great creator.

With the wind chill factor,
the temperature is thirteen;
I was out for twenty minutes,
it felt angry, bitter, mean.
I had to walk the dog,
he don't stay still for long;
he stares at me and waits,
like he's right and I am wrong.
I cave in to his wishes,
and don my winter gear;
a slave to canine wants,
and the cold air that I fear.
At first it's not so bad,
but then the wind starts up;
and I resent his pit stops,
I'm freezing; he interrupts.
It's testing my impatience,
I tug his leash,  to say,
Please hurry up and finish,
we haven't got all day.
To be ruled by one's own pet,
can be viewed as giving in;
but he makes it all worthwhile,
with his goofy, silly, grin.

December kisses are -
cold and frozen touches;
pre-winter winds of frost,
that chills as well as clutches.

It bites the face with glee,
the breeze, it nips the ear;
reminding me this season,
is well along I fear.

Next, the ice will form,
in icicles and puddles;
snow will filter down,
before it sticks and muddles.

Freezing comes in quick,
the early chilling dawn;
we dress in several layers,
what it is that we put on.

December kisses are -
frigid, frosty. numbing;
for awhile, we're Eskimos,
for we know, that soon, it's coming.

Suffer love in silence,
don't disturb the air;
with silly sounds of speech,
as if you really care.
Don't upset the applecart,
let things stay as they are;
why trouble your own thoughts?
do you wish to go that far?
Suffer love with stillness,
be a rock upon the shore;
be a fortress, all but mute,
why ask for something more?
Let the wounds heal slowly,
take time- to remain fast;
like everything in life,
this too, I know, will pass.
Suffer love in loneliness,
why risk the hurtful word?
they'll only deepen silence,
from the ones he never heard.

Oh - I must speak of love,
for that's what you are to me;
and I must speak of joy,
for without it love can't be.

I anticipate the morning,
of the coming daily fare;
just knowing I am loved,
just knowing you are there.

That's why I talk of love,
for it nourishes the soul;
it invigorates the body,
and with it, we are whole.

I must speak of happiness,
that nothing foul can mar;
it's a sunshine of the heart,
it's the glitter of some star.

Now, I speak of your love,
a glowing, constant force;
touching me through space,
as it runs its steadfast course.

Father, all I see ahead,
is Your supreme creation;
forgiven, when Your Son bled,
to form a Holy Nation.

Grace given as a token gift,
truth that speaks as Love;
stable, when the earth does shift,
from the mighty One above.

Light that shines on others,
Faith that keeps us strong;
strength that seals and covers,
like a Rock to lean upon.

Blessings flow from sacred word,
the knowledge of Your power;
music that we've seldom heard,
Your joy is one great tower.

I will always praise Your name,
in times of peace and trouble;
You transformed my sorry life,
and lifted me from rubble.

Night comes, without much warning,
the shadows fade to darkness in a flash;
and daylight hides for several hours,
like it has done something wild and rash.
Night belongs to nocturnal creatures,
that crawl and creep and hide away;
coyotes, scorpions, snakes and javelinas,
lurk and scrounge until the break of day.
Night is a cover for the very wicked,
that prey and hunt, on the old and weak;
without regard for any consequences,
the hurt and pain they inflict to seek.
Night is the slumber of the good folks,
who sleep in peaceful dreams and snore;
unaware of things that might disturb them,
they think that they're safe behind their door.
Night passes, in the hours we know not,
a time of passage, almost all sleep through;
eight hours of a life we can't account for,
but at dawn, we awake, and feel brand-new.

The sun is blazing hot,
in my corner of the world;
my dog is resting by the vent,
his body slightly curled.
I check the temp. at six,
still ninety in the shade;
a warm wind's blowing gently,
as the evening starts to fade.
In  a hour's time, perhaps,
we'll saunter down the street;
with hope of shadows growing,
to help ward off the heat.
A little stroll for exercise,
to get the blood a-flowing;
content to walk in circles,
we know where we are going.
Summer comes on strongly,
in this section of the west;
sometimes comforting...
today, it's just a pest.