Trails of salty tears left far behind,
showers that erase the angst of time;
Sorrow finds its home in wasted hours,
as music stirs souls from lonely bowers.

Strolling toward the riverbank at night,
wandering by the rippled waters' sight;
Then releasing a solemn and wistful tune,
while hazy rings dance 'round the moon.

Lyrical and lush the echoes play,
encompassed by a glowing array;
Of midnight splendor above the trees,
where radiant stars lie sparkling with ease.

Cathedral bells ring through misty air,
while carillons sing with sacred flair;
As around the town folks watch and listen,
when heaven reveals its lifelong mission.

Once there was an endless day,
of shattered wills and broken dreams;
Raging thoughts of anguish pulled,
through hearts left torn at the seams.

It happened when the world stood still,
with its cold and heartless winds;
Sweeping through time with chilling frost,
a glacial torrent of previous sins.

The Lord had left us for awhile,
to see how we would manage;
Would we just give up our values,
or proceed to live up to the challenge ?

Our prayers held fast on varied tongues,
renewing deep faith and adoration;
For the ONE TRUE SPIRIT who 'd save us,
from such a daunting transformation.

At times it seems as we are left,
alone with our pain and torment;
Yet with faith the world recovers from,
the icy shards of sinful moments.

Forgiveness is totally in our blood,
as we vow to treat each other right;
For this one long day could evolve into,
an eternally bleak and fearsome night.

Life isn't always what it seems to be,
the clear light of dawn brings hope and serenity;
Yet some folks are bombarded by anger and doubt,
and can't seem to fathom what life's all about.

The puzzled and heartsick can't count on the day,
to fulfill their wishes and chase cares away;
For the broken and fallen who just need a chance,
each tragic day holds them in a worrisome trance.

Some wish they could sleep and just fade away,
from the every day problems which sent them astray;
And others fear losing what little they possess,
a sweet photo or letter with their grandchild's address.

Then somehow the fading gradually declines,
when folks start to share their souls and their minds;
We're seekers who want to enjoy the small things,
which are gathered and carried on bright angels' wings.

The mountains' streams of my hometown,
revive our souls each day;
We climb the hillside in the mist,
like children left out to play.

Yet as older folks it's not the same,
the words were clear and bright;
"Come with me now, and settle in,
and watch the heavenly night."

The majesty of a starlit sky,
we could barely catch our breath;
And flickering from the angels' light,
was a message bold and blessed.

"See how the world glows in the dark,
your vision must be the same."
We all held hands and said a prayer,
then sat and rested by the flame.

When the angels' fire grew dimmer,
and they softly flew away;
We felt the earth move underneath,
for we were like children at play !

A weary world needs faith and love,
the innocence of children tells;
And once again this mountain's magic,
stirred us toward the mission bells.

Wandering far down hills of green,
a valley steep called out to me;
In pursuit of something still not seen,
it seemed to hold a wealth of mystery.

Whispering shadows of emotions deep,
filled babbling brooks of nature's charity;
Then as if my soul were suddenly blessed,
I felt a wondrous sense of clarity.

I touched a flower not yet in bloom,
yet miraculously it began to flourish;
My ears were flush with precious sounds,
and my heart felt full and nourished.

For miles around the world appeared,
in most gracious and glorious harmony;
At one with Heaven's missive sent,
it cascaded through a perfect melody.

The wonders of this valley shows,
that the Lord lives everywhere;
His grace and hope that dwells within,
can soothe our daily troubles and cares.

When the images of the world seem false,
we wonder if there'll ever be a cost;
For dismissing all the craven features,
as if they're disturbingly wayward creatures.

For once I transported a ragged stone,
where I envisioned would be its home;
The ocean grabbed it from my hand,
I'd never witnessed a gesture so grand !

So I began to believe in a higher power,
which serves our souls from hour to hour;
And the world became a softer place,
where my anger could transform to peace.

The sun would shine and rain would fall,
the days proceeded in rainbow's shawl;
No more to doubt the cursed woes,
that traverse like nomads through the snows.

Oh, to my dear Lord I thank Thee sweetly,
for taking my stone to the ocean deeply;
It stood out among the raging plight,
which made us forget who owns the night.

Honesty fuels the learning process,
opening doors and windows wide;
At its core there's pure emotion,
within a sphere where thoughts abide.

With solid emphasis on mass appeal,
to follow paths of common knowledge;
The essence stirs in forward movement,
carrying ideals over life's lofty bridge.

The beating heart can tell the tale,
of past betrayals which easily lie;
Within the shadows of destiny's will,
wherever false prophets lived and died.

Each spirit will embrace a noble cause,
unleashing righteousness from divinity;
As ultimate truths are raised on high,
pressing onward to cosmic infinity.