If I am lost
Will you look for me
If  I should stumble
Will you break my fall
If  Im weak will you be strong
If I ask you to stay
Will you say how long
If I am sad
Will you make me smile
At least comfort me
For a little while
If I feel lonely when no ones there
Will you then show
How much you care
If life gets tough
And I'm in pain
Will you still be there
Love me just the same?

The rose is the most significant flower
Representing many things
When sent or hand delivered
Much heartfelt joy it brings
There are many different colours
Not everybody knows
Just what each one represents
In the receiving of the rose

There's white representing purity
Orange for desire
Red for love and romance
Pink to spark that fire
Yellow reflecting friendship
Gold forevermore
Then of course on valentines day
It's more significant than before

Of all the flowers
In the garden
This one stands out the most

No need for words

It says it all !

By the language of ... The Rose

What is it about a waterfall
That makes us stand and stare ?
The sight it brings an inner peace
Such tranquility standing there
The sound of the trickling waters
Flowing gently
Down the stream
The intricate rock formations
Arranged so perfectly in between
Such overwhelming beauty
Displayed for all of us to see
Mother nature whispers silently
Best things in life
Are free .................

Twenty years ago I stood upon a stage
I learned there was a man
Who gave his life to save
Each and every one of us
No predudice in sight
This man his name was Jesus
To this world
He is the light.     ( john 8 : 12)
He asked that we should follow him
By their fruits you will know.    (mathew  7 : 20)
He hoped we'd read his words
With his guidance we would grow
To become more like the master
Be imitators of him
No longer chase our own desires. ( Galatians 2: 20 )
For he now dwells within
I walked this path for many years
Wasn't easy
I gave in
To all the things I shouldn't have
My life so full of sin
I've tried to run
Tried to hide
From the good lord up above
But he is the vine.  (John : 5 : 15 )
I am the branch
He's still there -I feel his love
I now know and I realise
His hands upon me every day
I will now ask his forgiveness
Get down on my knees
And.  Pray.

Just sealed a letter babe
Been standing here waiting

For you

I'm wearing your favourite perfume
Did my hair just as you like it
I'm looking at  a pic of us
So happy -in love
I drop it
Daren't turn it over!
As I do
The shattered glass reflects my heart- my very soul
Broken I leave it there
I feel in unison with this sight so in that  split second "something makes sense"
I have written you a poem
The one occasion I did not want to write!!!
Don't know if I can read it aloud. For you I will try , I will
I've always loved writing , talking  ,     but not today
You used to joke " I always had  to have the last word"?
I see you arrive

Your in our lounge

I smile through my tears , "as in your once loving hand"
I place the letter I've written.  
You were  right  again!
As we drive to the church
I dread the ghostly silence
Reaching your last destination
I rise from my seat "I too feel I'm somewhere else"
As I speak
(I hope some how you can hear the truth) -the love -the passion -the beauty we shared
Our loves reflected in my poem I've written
And still today
As I post this
I know you'll be looking down
Smiling
She always has to have the last word
Here they are

I love you.

When a duke box plays selected tunes
Filling each corner of the room
Reaching hearts
Activating the mind

Its Just like the poet
Composing rhymes
Selected words
Though absent sound
Touches  the heart
Some lost some found
Just like the song minds can't erase
So it is with a poem
A line
A phrase
That reaches to our depths  our core
Playing over
100 times or more
Poetry and music
Set the spirit free
They're the tools
Used in dark times
They allow us to see

When I hear the wind howling an enchanted melody
Like a magnetic force It commands my spirit
Draws me in intensively

There's something rather spiritual
Echoing from its sound
My thoughts they're governed led to think
Of those lost
Never found
As I hear the high pitched wailing
An eerie silence echos low
I feel the the hair stand on my neck
Spine tingling chills run slow
Captivated then entranced stunned rooted to the ground
Theres something Rather haunting
Echoing those lost

"It's in the sound"!