Truth

In your loneliness, know
that in all things;
I am real.
And all that I am
and all that I have
belong to God and you.

Night Spell (unfinished)

Heed the voice in the moonlight
Open your heart and hear
my melody of endless love
and magical enrapture.

Listen when the winter air
is full of ocean breeze.
I'll sing of love and wait for you
midst ancient forest trees.

Then follow the song in starlight
and dance the night with me.
We'll wake in warmth and welcome;
a Sunday Serenity.

Thoughts

Like a song in the distance;
in fragments,
my words come to me.
Silently, I listen
and wait
for their purpose,
rythym and place.

Surrounded, I hear them.
Listening,
my words sing to me.
Wandering, searching
to reach my hand.
From my soul to the page.

Speaking to no one,
in happiness,
hope and shadow;
free to sing and feel
the magic of my song.
I write my thoughts
to no one at all.

Worship

We worship in many ways.
Our Gods have many names.
They necessitate our existence.
Look at us!
We are beautiful.
From hut to high rise,
Hear our songs and watch us dance.

In gratitude we offer praise
and in tribute exclaim;
“All was designed by divinity”.
Marvelous!
Life is bountiful.
From desert to skies,
a convergent diversity.

In these enlightened days
unyielding trust remains.
Though scientific evidence
informs us
“Faith is fanciful…;
…ooze actualized….,
Nothing more than coincidence. ”

Yet wonders still amaze.
Every believer proclaims
to trust in vague obscurities.
Curious!
It is natural
for us to realize.
Whether it be chance or deity.

God

When I question His purpose
or ask for His Truth
He sings to me.
Songs to soothe me.
Words to touch my soul.
In moments of humanity;
in weakness and in strength,
He touches me.

Comforted by His music
and awed by His touch.
His power fills me
and I begin to see His plan.
Still wondering the outcome,
I trust I have purpose
and He has need of me.

If I could sing to God
I’d sing of his comfort,
His guidance and light.
I would sing of peace.

If I could sing to God
I'd sing to please Him.
A song to thank Him
for life and wonder
for dreams and joy.
For amazement
and understanding.
If I could sing to God.

Waiting

The reasons for my solitude
are sound and very real.
Reaffirmed over decades,
I've accepted a life alone.

Assured by experience
I’ve walked independent and strong.
Unharmed and whole for years,
I've appreciated my life alone.

You challenged my content.
Unsettled by my seclusion
I found my life lacking.
and wondered about a life alone.

And I thrived in your company;
became alive in your company.
Awakened by forgotten needs
I couldn't imagine a life alone.

Then I remembered
the reasons for my solitude;
had to face them again and knew
that you'll never think me lovely
or send me a rose.
And I will remain alone.
And I will grow old alone.
Waiting for miracles.

Escapes

Warmed by stained glass reflections,
I am calmed in a sun filled room.
Each pain, a journey into life,
a memory, a dream.

Immersed in fantasy and hope,
I have visions of you and me
Forgotten images.
of happiness and love.

Awakened by realities and fate,
I am wrested from my dream.
Another day, I am returned
to walk a sunset shore;
watch waves in the distance,
and contemplate the rising sky.

Yesterday and Today