The things that matter
most to me
are things that others
cannot see,
for I've been blessed
or somewhat dealt
with eyes that see
what can be felt.
So when I write
I try to show
that all of this
here below
is God's creation,
not a world that's lost
and he loves us dearly,
loves us most.

A moment,
a touch
that leads to
a hug,
a signal,
a sign
that everything's fine,
a sudden release,
receiving God's peace,
a lasting embrace,
accepting God's grace.

What does death
want of me
the minute that
I cease to be?
For I will look death
in the eye
and know that it
will always try
to rob me of
those things I know
that nurture love
and help it grow,
the truth that lingers
in the night
is worth the struggle
and the fight
to conquer death
and all it's woes
remember this
and how it goes,
death's cause defeated
a sacred shun
happened when
God sent His son.

"I'm sorry for you loss"
I heard them say,
but the weight of
these words
I threw away
because death will
not embrace
me here
nor keep my
soul enslaved
by tears.
For Christ
my king has
gone before,
and broken through
death's mighty door
where now my
love awaits for me
in the glory of
eternity
and there is
no room for
sympathy.
I am sorry
for you loss
if these truths
you cannot see.

The light we see
day after day
is needed to drive
the dark away.
Without the light
we would soon find
the dark would
overtake our mind.
Darkness
without sun
would be
a flaw in
God's eternity,
and His death
on a wooden cross
all for naught,
a single loss.
But the power of
His divinity
holds the Holy
plan and key.
The light that lives
day after day
drove the dark
of death away.

Through the darkness
of my death
with my last dying breath,
I closed my eyes
and said a prayer
born of faith,
not of fear.
Above all things,
beyond all days
lives the mystery
of God's ways,
for out of my
breathless sound
I became
heaven bound.

For the first cool
that Autumn brings,
and the golden angel wings
bearing the winter gift we find
a message born to all mankind,
for peace on earth and all to share,
then with spring's thaw God's hand is near
to paint the fields and flowers true
as summer naps with me and you.
For all God's seasons, all year round
where the purest beauty can be found.