Where life's pulse
is counted
and love is stored,
where passions motives
are continually implored,
where we question our purpose
to breathe and be
and explore the depths
of eternity,
where faith, belief
and conviction start,
the Father, Son
and the Sacred Heart.

Do you look
or do you see

the ocean waves
or majesty?

the cloudless sky
or heaven's sigh?

the children play
or hope for the day?

the cocoon's spin
or the promise within?

the flames higher
or the will to aspire?

the stars bright
or dreams that ignite?

If we see
with heart and soul
what can be
our lives unfold
our stories told  

that's harmony.

Hope
that
warms me
comforts
cradles
everywhere
my sight can see,
hope
that
wakes me
mornings
leading
present
everywhere
I want to be,
hope
that
keeps me
focused
joyful
ever knowing
faith has
set me free.

Death is not optional
not a strain to see
yet life amid the rumbles
begs a difference, obviously.

the destiny of one
mimics that of all,
do not celebrate the risings
before remembering the fall.

We write
so many words
that inspire, encourage or
simply adorn,
because the rawest emotion
from the day we are born
is suffering and pain,
the lost soul in a storm.

Our words, if you will
can soothe the downtrodden
strengthen the wayward
place peace in our sight
give hope and heal
therefore,
we write.

In the middle of fear
at the edge of pain
no light seems near
to guide the brain
relief is a dream
hope, a lost cause
it does not seem
oppression will pause
always then
God will be near
at the edge of pain
in the middle of fear.

The prayer for you I said
was how my soul was fed.

The hope that hovers by
helps dry the tears I cry.

The love that my heart keeps
is why my Savior weeps.

His passion, life and death
are why my every breath
should say a prayer for you.