The angels' harps play a sacred tune,
while planets dance around the moon;
In subtle strains our spirits rise,
and leave us grateful and starry-eyed.

Recalling life as it once seemed,
this vision floated inside a dream;
In many days of endless chants,
the angels' harps cause us to dance.

When voices touch each other's hearts,
there's always a sign creating sparks;
And with that strong secure emotion,
then lives connect with pure devotion.

No longer chilled in fears of life,
all folks fly far away from strife;
The added wealth of kinship stands,
as children sing while holding hands.

Didn't you feel compelled to write poetry right now?
Put yourself at ease.
The sun has risen, and it is now day.
At night, the moon will also rise.
Try writing in the moonlight.
Poetry may arise at any time.

Stay in your lane
It's not your fight

I know that it's tempting
You're thinkin you're right

The wisdom you'll find
In the days you look back

Was knowing when to retreat
And when to attack

That day, woke up,  stood, stumbled,
There was blood

This day, took a trip, the rain came,
Stuck in mud

A day in March,  bank man came,
Took my home

A day in April, bad hair day,
Lost my comb

I drank too much, on day in  May
The next day,
paid the price

Was in the dark, on day in June,
Electric off,
Not so nice

A year from hell? I guess,
... But not

The Lessons learned, learned well
Have not forgot

So sick I see
I see death and war
A loving couple
That loves no more

The orphaned child
The broken limb
The pious soul
So wracked with sin

Watch flowers spring
From sickened soil
To die again
And lay to spoil

A faceless man
once proud and true
So what's the point
I point to you

If God there be
Is this the goal
That grief impact
Eternal soul

Is there a moral
To this story
Will grief-filled paths
Then lead to glory

while you’re away
and forever
be never further
than closer than ever
to me

may you always stay
and never
leave here
for here is nearer
than you’ll ever be