I knelt down and cried, within His gentle, multi colored hands.
Confessing to my sins and hoping He would understand.
I realized my own forgiveness was at my command.
I had been harder on myself, with my own reprimands.

Gently, in multi colored hands, I cried and knelt down within.
He said that my beliefs, were not looked upon as sins.
For was He not a part of everything we had been given?
And was He not at the core of every Sects religion?

His multi colored hands, gentled, as I knelt down within and cried.
For God has not one Nationality, nor one color, I realized.
And I did not see a sign that read Only Christians Need Apply.
An all encompassing love, was his way of a reply.

One must give credit out to one and all,
humans are, after all, territorial.
A gold star, pat on the back or sing their praise,
sets a parameter around their stage.
So thank me, for getting your projects done,
I realize your dating the bosses son.
To climb the ladder of success you must,
tread firmly upon the rest of us.
But, remember the steps will work both ways,
The time may come, I'll be your boss one day.

A name that brings rain to mind,
washing fresh the air.

Clouds embracing night time sky,
moonbeams scattered there.

Winds that carry scents aloft,
having me breathe deep.

Lightening dazzling the eye,
memories I keep.

Snuggle in quilts soft,
or stand on the porch to watch.

Cup of hot chocolate,
in my hand, with foamy froth.

Lights out, candles lit,
there were times it gave a scare.

Each time I hear it,
the name, Stormi, takes me there.

Beyond tragedy, there is a hidden strength that comes to the fore.
Strength to do what must be done, welling up from deep with in our core.


Fortifying us, pulling us up on our feet, when our steps falter.
Helping us to guide others, who are victims of the Assaulter.
Allows us hope, when there is none to be found, and sadness invades.
Showing us, with new eyes, that which will be our future and bright days.
It is that same strength, that lets us say our good byes to loved ones,
continuing on, keeping pride in them and our Nations Sons.
With it we embrace the blow that has been dealt us, making us stronger.
Defeat is never spoken.  We live with the changes and fear no longer.


It is our strength, that binds this Nation as one, above the cries.
For America may bleed, but we shall not ever lie down and die.

Actions speak louder, overtime.
Remaining unspoken between two hearts.
When souls, mated as one, entwine,
small gestures, will play their part.

Remaining unspoken between two hearts,
a need, that will fill the void.
Small gestures will play their part,
in keeping the romance deployed.

A need that will fill the void,
in an otherwise cold existence.
In keeping the romance deployed,
you break down all the resistance.

In an otherwise cold existence,
your faith in each other will hold.
You break down all the resistance
and learn what the heart's always known.....

Your faith in each other will hold,
when souls, mated as one, entwine
and learn what the heart's always known,
actions speak louder over time.