Because of life
we cannot see
all of heaven's
majesty;
for all remaining
on the earth
are limited by
the grave's fresh dirt,
and all that we
can grasp and feel
are wounds from grief
that never heal,
they just become
numb with time
and written about
in verse and rhyme.
But this should
not be all we see,
death, that is,
and what's not to be.

Children's prayers are pure,
They sparkle in the night,
They're weightless in the air
traveling to heaven's door
sincere as morning light.
Collected by God
for comfort and cure
priceless,
Children's prayers are pure.

Life is ours to create,
to complain or celebrate,
reject the silence and the wait,
make things happen
in spite of fate.

The beauty of each season
maintains our simple truths,
these simple truths
within us
maintains
the beauty of life.

The silence of
noisy words
flies through my head
like wingless birds
with no flight plan
they come to land
upon my page
no longer caged.
Alone they stand.

The weight of death
spoke to me
and everything
I want to be
and everything
I want to see
will someday
just be history.
But I never seem
to care enough
to shed myself
of earthly stuff,
and though this truth
is ages old,
unlike the body
does not grow cold.
Therein lies the
eternal key
the balance of
God's gravity.

Woven with the
thread of time,
our heart and soul
battles our mind,
creating our
autologous quilt
individually
custom built.
Each stitch with care
holds the key
for patterns that
are yet to be.
Textures and colors
blend and contrast
preserving our future,
defining our past.

God has smiled on me,
listen and you will see
all the gifts that he bestows
nurture my countenance
and it shows.
Joy, He put in my heart
peace permeates my spirit true,
Love's been there from the start,
these greatest gifts alone
would do,
but hope he grants me
everyday,
and faith remains my
treasure chest,
so with thanks and praise
I proclaim
I am the most richly blessed.

A need
a squeeze
a spark
a cell
a pulse
a cluster
a shape
a soul
a mind
a smile
a need.

Hail Mary full of grace
hold me in your pure embrace
where love and peace and joy abide
where mercy lives and sin has died.

A soothing hymn
that enters in
and comforts patiently.
A heavenly tune,
God's melody
that serves to swoon
through harmony
between
sun and moon
called
eternity.

Vespers whisper
perfect peace
silent alms
never cease,
soft candle flames
offer death
the light of mercy
with God's breath.
The cathedral beckons
us all by name
to enter humbly
without shame
through open doors
that reach inside
for all the tears
we never cried.

Joy shared
is happiness
justified
and hope shared
is magnified.
Blessed was Elizabeth
when she heard
Mary's twice blessed
miraculous words.

I like to write
but I don't know
if my writing
has a flow.
I always care to
contemplate
every single
word I state.
But then again
I've always heard
do not obsess
on every word.

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.

We are a snow cone
people.
when it gets hot,
broiling and burning
we strive to be not.
so icy and freezing
we crave a lot.
Snow ball
shaved ice
is good when
it's hot.

The deepest joys
The purest thoughts
Are things that
Can't be sold or bought.

Gifts of faith
The simplest kind
Seem to evade
The worldly mind.

If agony's
alive and well
then surely there
must be a hell.
And hell does
not stand
quietly by
with respect
for you and I.
While agony
is not the rule,
it will always
be the devil's tool.
Strength from sorrow
and peace from pain
are seen by some
as mundane,
but life that vows
to live again
will not allow
defeat to win,
and in the end
agony will
say amen.

In memory
of what once was
silently stands
the sarcophagus,
a stone symbol,
a noble tribute
to life's end,
a final salute
bold and mute.
Yet as it stands
the spirit lives
and thus commands
respect for both
the life that was
and the stoic
sarcophagus.

A bale of hay,
a majestic
cry,
a brilliant star
in the
velvet sky.
A stable wait,
as shepherds kneel
and angels still
celebrate
as heaven sings
for
the King of Kings.
A humble birth,
God on earth.

The glory of the satin skies
always soothes my weary eyes,
and blankets my heart
with heavenly grace,
while smiling shyly
as a blushing face.

Tha glory of the satin skies
always greets me
when I rise,
and guides with beauty
everyday
until the dusk leads it away.

The glory of the satin skies
created by God I surmise,
a king's courtyard
above the ground,
where hints of paradise
are found.

Hail Mary
Queen of queens
A mother's love
as never seen.

By her grace
we strive to be
so
our love will echoe
Her majesty.

In God's garden
where we grow
side by side
row by row,
He waters our
souls with love,
sprinkles from
up above
provide relief
for flowering hearts
where blooms of peace
and joy start
in God's garden
where we grow
side by side
row by row.

The angels sing
through
soft
whispers of heaven's gaze,
as Mary grants
us tender comfort
for our days,
ever mindful
of the greatest
gift love brings,
our Savior, the King of Kings.

your truth is
pure
my Savior
sure
faith born
of
redemptive
love
desire to
be
joined with
Thee
forever in
eternity
where perceived
death
is heaven's
breath.

I am a tiny part
in the overall plan
to show and share
love
to  my fellow man.

It is something
much bigger than me,
and if this something
I cannot see
then my inner
light will fail
allowing darkness
to prevail.

A hike on a trail
where rocks and hills
satisfy a seeking spirit
and restless reasoning stills.

This trail beneath
a brilliant winter sun
that circulates
sustenance for the soul
throughout the
eternal blue,
beckons one and all
me and you.

Set my sights
silent prayers
peace through Christ
crucified
heaven above
lived and died
love begets love
hope unfolds
for all time
story told.

Hearts connected
intertwined,
love protected
souls enshrined.

A hug is
a jump start
for every heart
to reach out
and feel
a love
that is real.
A hug is a need
or maybe a seed
to water and ****.
A hug is relief
in the midst of
our belief.
A hug is
an innocent
manifestation
of love's
tender intention.

All I say
and all I feel
are in my head,
but are they real

Are words unsaid
forever dead,
or do they live
as we give?

Our thoughts go
and they wait
and they
determine
every fate,

good
or bad
happy or sad
sick or well
heaven or hell
before and after
tears or laughter
all belong
in our daily theatre
and ultimately
go back
to
our Creator.

To live
as thou
hast died
for me,
redeemed by Christ,
a sacrifice
that paid the price
for all that be.

Rely on this:
I did not die,
I live beneath
a peaceful sky,
a canopy
called eternity.

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.

Words I think
and
those I feel
separate
but merge surreal.
In my mind
or in my heart
words together
yet apart.
Blunt or sweet
words of choice
trying to find
that inner voice.
Powerful tools
for all to use
encouraged by
a certain muse.

An Instrument
he prayed to be
who lived among the rocks and trees,
rejoicing in
the mystery
forever etched
in eternity.
He denied
his life
for the love of Christ,
and if we follow
his holy ways
our faith will flower
all our days
yielding blooms
of peace and love,
patience and hope,
joy and light,
grant us
St. Francis
your divine insight.

I cannot write
without a rhyme,
possibly
in due time,
but currently
the words are mine
and I'm inclined
to make them rhyme
line by line
because I find
peace of mind
every time
my words rhyme.

My heart swells
into a smile
I keep,
and love surfaces
that was buried deep
becoming a gentle touch
without fear
as compassion surrenders
into prayer.

To see, to touch, to feel
to hear
can heighten or
relieve our fear,
but fear is faith
turned
upside down
and God remains
the common ground.

Eternity
smiled at me.
By my side
as I died
were faith, hope and love,
now I live
forevermore
with peace
from above.

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 songbird sang
to me and told,
of pages old
and pages gold,
where flowers danced
among the fields
and secrets shared
were never sealed.
Those days are gone
so goes the song,
and time has told
as life unfolds
that birds still sing,
but everything
is not revealed
among the fields.

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.

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.