Maybe feeling the darkness is the only way to bring us to the light.

And maybe these people in our lives with stay
And maybe they will go but
Maybe if we hold that little bit of love in our hearts
That little bit of light
Then maybe we'll have the strength to push away all the darkness
Until we're blind to all the bad
Till all we can see is the good.

And maybe there will always be shadows
But they will be behind me now.

Everything was white and soft.
The sky looked like home.
I never knew snowflakes could make me feel so human.

We were different
Like winter and summer,
So we made our little spring
To balance it out.
But then fall came.

Leaves twist to my flute's tune.
Gentle waves of breeze hit my cheeks
as I sit on damp grass--its smell fills me.

Grey clouds, perched atop
rocky mountain peaks, bid the sky goodbye,
yet the sun has not yet come around.

Fearless, yet with caution,
a deer sips from the lake's crystal clear water.
Turns to me with sullen eyes;
tears dripping down its cheeks like rain.

My heart throbs as it sits next to me.
It, too, watches the lake with a dreary soul.
A distant waterfall murmurs whispers of hope for us both
as we await the sun's faraway arrival.

Enchant me, ensnare me,
(but do not mistake this) I am still wild,
still free,

(Loosely based on prayers from The Canadian Book of Common Prayer. 1962)

Almighty God, creator of Heaven and Earth,
You who sustains all things in all ways;
Send to me Your Holy Spirit that I may
always feel Your presence around me.
Guide me in all things, especially so at
this time of suffering. Father of all, I
commend my immortal soul to You.
Wrap it in Your arms and let me feel
your eternal love always within me.
In times when I feel strained and weak,
send strength to me. Sustain my heart
so that it beats only in Your solace.
Gracious Father, in so many ways
I have consumed myself with the
desires of the flesh; forgetting that
these are but transient pleasures
that will not elicit eternal salvation.
Almighty God, to whom all hearts
are open, all desires known: Cleanse
my thoughts from sin by the power
of Your inspiration. Create in me,
through Your holy name, the
understanding to see You are
always with me, at all times and
in all situations. I commend myself
always to You, through Christ our Lord.

Static jade , silver portals masking sinuous , tarry leviathans
The wealth of Heaven released o'er twinkling avenues , the audacity of crows that gather in Spring rain
A lonely , bold Iris , the smatter of color along the edgewood , chatter of grounded Bluebirds , crescendo of April cloudburst ,
assurance of evening rainbows at the 'Lamp of God's veritable direction