why do we
walk away
from
the one
that
we truly love
is it material things
here on this earth
or
is it the God above
that
gives me worth
in all of my affairs
who shall get
the
best of me
who
really cares for me
oh lord
you give me worth

dear Lord
i
love thee
oh lord
so much
that
when we touch
i
feel the loyalty of
thy
flesh betrayed
oh
where is thy faith

love have everything
upon t
his earth
that
live and breathe
this quiet place
why do we question her
let it be
the
voice of reason known
that
shelters all of us
let hearts
surrender to this quest
nor
do we walk away
from
true love and happiness
yet
lovers fall in love
to
quench their thirsty souls
oh
love have everything
upon
this earth

the blind sun
knoweth how
to read
the
braille tea leaves of
the
yellow river
and
she
knoweth well

windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the
hills of glory
some purple and red
some green and gold
so alive
this time
oh
what beauty
we possess
as
we sparkle
underneath
the
silent sun
and
it
brings
the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

thy
heart
is
built
with
brick and mortar
that
build this bridge of faith
where
the
angels cross over it
shall
build
a new relationship
with
God
upon
this
side of heaven

faith
like
raindrops
that
bounce splash
and
make
puddles of joy and bliss
take hold
inside
your soul

what went wrong
when
the
redbreast thrush
sings
a hollowed song

love flies on
right
through
your
heart window
where
love forgives you
and
love gives you
a second chance
to
ride along

i
grabbed
both of
your
humble hands
to
pull you closer
to
my heart

Everything has God in it
Even one grain of sand
Everything has God in it
Even the strength in your hands
Everything has God in it
Its part of His master plan, because
He loves this world,
That He crafted so well

Sycamore trees
Uprooted themselves
To walk among the graves and
To look inside the souls of men
Among the graves, we die

there
just behind
the
thick branches
are
the
aspens in the woods
chatting
with
the
oaks and pines

lords,
i
lost
both of my arms
and
both of my legs
in
the
War of Vietnam
the
bitterness has faded away, but
we
must learn how to forgive
i
still,  
love my country
i
can sing the National Anthem, and
i
can say the Pledge of Allegiance, but
i
cannot put my hand over my heart,
because of my handicap disabilities
Yet
i
thank God, each and every day,
for
blessing me with my precious life,
because
hope is alive, and
i
am willing to pray

the
soul of
the
owl moth
lighting candles
for
the
light keepers of time

unseen,
until now
breakage appearing
in
the
minty green snow

lord
i
am
this vessel
lord
fill me with
your sweet treasure
that
faith can measure
still
standing here
from
your
great power
i
bring you
the
sweet message
For
this world only
what
faith can measure

the
brightest angel
who
lives
among
this
sweet heaven
thou art
this
falling star

Where is the center of your soul
Finding the middle of this world
Turning this world upside down
Jumping in and singing out
Diving into the deepest blue sky

what
moonscape
where
we
land
in
the
lake of
copper-orange autumn leaves

where
we
quarry the heart
only
inside of
black ghost forests

i
traced
my
sacred heart
with
my
bare hands
then
paint it with watercolors

the
soul of a songbird
live
through
its
wings
and
make a covenant
with
the
sacred sky

every wave
and
all the tides
carry
a portion of
the
island soul
before
we die

i
feel
all
the
sacred sky
breathing
through
the
stars of night
all the sky

oh
wicked moon
peeks
through
the
naked cherry tree
before
she blossoms

this
empty soul
where
only light
i
treasure more
shall
light the way
it
shall
make me hold
and
this
i know

on
sunday morning
on
the
inner-city playgrounds
even
the
snow monkeys
get
entangled
upon
the
steel monkey bars

the
sound
what makes
the
thunderstorm awaken
where
the
Gods
start banging
upon
their
pots and pans
then
throw everything
all out
from
heaven's door

when
i
hear
your
sweet laughter
that
only knows
where
the
scent
of
the
white rose
goes
through
the
scent of
the
pink ash rose

in
the
light of my dream
death
appeared to be
my
second journey of life
it seemed

this river of pain
turned
into
this river of rain
where
i
return to drink
from
this
sweet river again

what
autumn light
dwells
in
thy soul
when
i
dipped both of my wings
into
the
sea of holy water
to
curry God's mercy and grace

oh lord
what
light can do
but
shine
through
all
the
cracks of your soul
thus
the
only way to cleanse the heart

love
that
i
found
so
kindly
written
through
the
the voice of the pen
but
shared
through
the
heart of your soul

what is a poem
nothing
but
fame and glory
only
the
wrinkled lines
appear
upon
our faces
that
tell a sweet story of
our
distant
fame and glory

poetry
fines the
shades of gray
that
flip the world
inside out
i
say
but
poetry
that
dwell this earth
to
seek and find more clarity first

songbirds fly
through
the
quiet storm
to sing
with
joy and bliss
upon
their
humble water wings

our
lord almighty
who
fights His battles
with
the
holy stealthy sword
to
rattle
the
empty souls
of
eternal hell

the
umbilical cord
of
our souls
are
tethered to
the
kingdom of God

starfish
we
make
the
starry starry night
only
because
we are
the
stars of the sea

gray ghosts
bring me
the
ghost white moon
where
my
soul drifts too soon
beyond
these
red mountain cliffs
where
i
shall not fall

faith
who
put
her
trust inside my soul
where
it
rises
to
unfold
the
kind
bread of heaven

underneath
a steady sky
are
the
wings of the red tail hawk
that
ask God
for wisdom to fly
through
the
kingdom of heaven
still
underneath
a steady sky

love
with
tender hands
weaved her basket of
green and red chile peppers
that
colored the early morning dawn

no wind
to
blow the clouds away
no
rain
to water the flowers today
while
the
wings of faith
allow me to pray

Asking for forgiveness
Finding your way
Making amends, thus
Saying, that I am sorry
Finding your way
Falling in love, again,
On this cold winter day
Asking for redemption,
Still
Finding your way

At the pitcher’s mound, for the Arkansas Razorbacks,
The scarecrow faces the crowd and sings, “Bring Him Home”
From the Broadway Musical, “Les Miserable”
Then, he receives a standing ovation from a flock of
Black crows chatting and eating buttered popcorn,
In the front row box seats, just behind home plate

death grips
my shadow
this time
Yet
one last bullet
in
this chamber of mine

returning
to the wilderness
while
foraging for her food
the
ghost of
the
windless moon