science tells you
growing into a woman
means a fuller chest and
hips just beginning to smile.
it's the new smell of blood.
it's thoughts fermenting
from grapes to wine.

art shows you
becoming a woman
is a series of quiet
revolutions.
a blessing to bear.
taking a little girl's hand.
leading her into
a great Somewhere.
wiping her tears
because she is afraid.

but logic and art are two
halves of one fruit.
we as humans are living proof.
with rational minds.
with paint on our hands.

so listen to yourself.

you will realize
becoming a woman
is a miracle.
a gift. a grace.
a poem dedicated to all
the little girls
and the women that screamed
for them.

holding on to each other like braids
tiring day for both you and I fades
my hair was a set of obstacle
but you oddly looked like a miracle
boy you're so special
let me be your favorite gal
like that old cute spouse
like Minnie to Mickey mouse
I'm pathetically in love with you
now tell me a lie that sounds so true

The clock was ticking.
I sat waiting for a miracle from God.
At the end of a lifetime, it dawned upon me.
It was the ticking of the clock.

The world can't just be an accident,
our Earth is an Elysian field.

The sun is an amulet,
and the miracles were revealed.

Don't sit there hoping for a miracle,
the birds' chirping are almost lyrical.

The sunshine's warmth strokes your cheeks,
and you forget about your worries.

Your mother's sun-kissed cheeks,
and the rain and the flurries.

The adventures in the wild,
the cold river when it's riled.

The alluring creatures,
and all your best features.

So, let go of your hopelessness.
Hold on to your wish.

These sights and wonders will leave you breathless.
Hold on to your wish.

Don't just sit there,
hoping for a miracle.

Now that you're here,
now that's a miracle.

Never give up.
Great things take time.

Vision of a Heaven Sent
Not by the Judgment of others
But by the Sound of Light Within

It's Not Over 'til Its Over
And Its Not Over!
Get in the ZONE
Astronaut!!!!

Sustainable Utopia
IS Here to STAY!!!
PEACE IS  JOY!

And So IT IS.

Thankyou.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you.
Why you continue to believe in me...
I don't know.
But, because of you;
Watching over me while I dream of a place, so real...
I believe.
I believe, I am Loved.
I believe, I am free.
I believe n' Trust... because You first loved, and trusted me.
Your existence... your very essance...
Inspires me; to live-out-loud.    
Un-ashamed; I AM radiating the astronomical grace given to me;
To us...
On calvary.
                                  With all my heart
                                              & soul,
                                  Isreal E. Summers

Beautiful, I Agree
Destined for the sound of Applause,
in the Parade Grounds of Eternity.
It is the Soul of Faith Held High

Hope Revered as the Highest Vision of the Land
Who's Hand is it we now Hold?
Love's Great dwelling upon the Earth

Let it be the soft fingers of misery redefined..
that she too is brought Free from her Service in the Sorrows

Starving masses
Silent, for a Leaders Light
Witnessing Miracle of Giving
Gratitude, for a Dove's First Flight

Radiant Freedom of the Night Sky
So Powerfully Lifted by Love..
Returning, as the Bright Eyes of the Day

Seen everywhere
as Heaven's Faith in Blessing
Miracle Risen Possibility

Freedom
Service for Eternity,
Called Forth,
Cheering from the Grave,
She is Ours to Love forever.