Dec 2011
Peace Wins
If it would Please God I would pray that he would make me for a time a conjuror and I could go to the
Mother who lost her parents and her children in the fire that first he take the tears of empathy that are
Falling on my outer face from the depths of my soul and allow me to turn them into the mist that
Garlands the Hawaiian isles it is such a tender rendering of nature on the beauty a touch of ruggedness
Diffused by grasses and fauna and it cast its spell and that’s what she needs in her life that knows jagged
Peaks that out do ruggedness so unspeakably right now but to invite her out of whatever place she is
Abiding in at this time to conjure a country lane and as she walks to the horse drawn sleigh I throw my
Arm in an arch and pieces of gleaming bright gold forms an arbor over her head and then I lower my
Arms and in so doing the mist I spoke of gently lowers over the whole scene instead of tears on her face
Let the tiny molecules of mist float down and the tingle they give set the stage for wonder’s display that
The Glory of the stars allow themselves to be harnessed and in the neatest drifts of snow that nature
Can produce on this great white blanket that already has pin point like diamonds allow the stars to be
Scattered cluster like making even grander designs I know only a small portion of this magic is able to
Fight its way through agonies pain not to stop or give in but to call from their northern home the
Northern Lights electrifying the night sky dance and play create all that I say you never had an audience
Such as this special one so pull out all the stops gather ice crystals to add to the wonder the trees are to
Get in the act luminescent light powerful surges from their power and strength a forest must be
Trimmed the flowers are called out of season to come and adorn this unique ride with the under
Tow of pronounced tranquility and the divine scent normally found is divinely enhanced the heavenly
Doves are cooing they are changing the rules for a brief time pain lies in heaps but its power is held at
Bay while you and I pray because sadly this is more for you and me as we suffer and have no way to
Share It or express it so dear with loss and brokenness you are not alone we will try to move heaven and
Earth to comfort you in any way we can
If it would Please God I would pray that he would make me for a time a conjuror and I could go to the
Mother who lost her parents and her children in the fire that first he take the tears of empathy that are
Falling on my outer face from the depths of my soul and allow me to turn them into the mist that
Garlands the Hawaiian isles it is such a tender rendering of nature on the beauty a touch of ruggedness
Diffused by grasses and fauna and it cast its spell and that’s what she needs in her life that knows jagged
Peaks that out do ruggedness so unspeakably right now but to invite her out of whatever place she is
Abiding in at this time to conjure a country lane and as she walks to the horse drawn sleigh I throw my
Arm in an arch and pieces of gleaming bright gold forms an arbor over her head and then I lower my
Arms and in so doing the mist I spoke of gently lowers over the whole scene instead of tears on her face
Let the tiny molecules of mist float down and the tingle they give set the stage for wonder’s display that
The Glory of the stars allow themselves to be harnessed and in the neatest drifts of snow that nature
Can produce on this great white blanket that already has pin point like diamonds allow the stars to be
Scattered cluster like making even grander designs I know only a small portion of this magic is able to
Fight its way through agonies pain not to stop or give in but to call from their northern home the
Northern Lights electrifying the night sky dance and play create all that I say you never had an audience
Such as this special one so pull out all the stops gather ice crystals to add to the wonder the trees are to
Get in the act luminescent light powerful surges from their power and strength a forest must be
Trimmed the flowers are called out of season to come and adorn this unique ride with the under
Tow of pronounced tranquility and the divine scent normally found is divinely enhanced the heavenly
Doves are cooing they are changing the rules for a brief time pain lies in heaps but its power is held at
Bay while you and I pray because sadly this is more for you and me as we suffer and have no way to
Share It or express it so dear with loss and brokenness you are not alone we will try to move heaven and
Earth to comfort you in any way we can
