When Life Is

It says the sun is out and warm today.
The day is perfect day for getting out to play.
The grass is green and have bloomed.
The laughter is in the air.

In all the joy, in all the laughter the happiness blooms
We lay in the grass with the warmth of the sun on our face.
We invite our friends and family to share in this grand day.
We sit and snack on the food drinking lemonade.
Playing childhood games the whole day.

Everyone around seems to be doing the same.
No sadness, or crying, the perfect day of peace.
The cool air of evening creeps in the valley.
And people pack to go home.

Daily lives start over again with TV’s and radios.
Giving the days breaking stories.
No one seems to listens or care.
Life is back as were the day before.

As lights go out and covers pulled up.
Kisses exchanged, and adjustments in bed made.
Eyes close for the night is still young and work will come early.

Suddenly eyes open and in the darkness,
The white ceiling seems to speak.
The voice so clear. Never has it ever said something so profound.

“Jesus Wept”

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Sojourn

Walking to close to the water,
Listening to the water crashing against the rocks,
The breeze flowing through long beautiful hair.
The slight smell of salt in the air.

Sun coming up, the rays touching bare skin,
Goose flesh up arms as the cool turns to warm.
Turning toward the sun and walking away,
There seems to be a familiar feeling here.

Suddenly the cry of a crow breaks the silence,
The leaves move in the trees and life begins to move.
The chatter of the morning becomes louder.
The night has slowly faded away to wait its turn.

Wake, O’ Wake the morning and guide this poor soul.
Take the hand and show the way where life is easy,
And the land is peaceful, where answers come.
Wake, O’ Wake sweet peaceful earth.

When you wake make everything the way it was.
Give back the innocence that was lost so long ago,
Heal the those who were scared.

The sun begins to set into the water.
The orange ball looks as if it is dissolving.
The sweet smell of Lilac is in the air.
Sleep comes and night brings darkness to daylight.

O’ sweet love, where were you?
O’ sweet heart, were you broken by time?
O’ sweet life, you have passed us by.
O’ sweet death, you are knocking on the door?

How sweet to have lived, and loved.
Here we will part, Here we will meet again.
Where the water flows free and the peaceful lands will
wrap it’s arms around us.

 
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When The Rain Comes

The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food.

The wind blows and the pollen travels.
It lands yet another field to help life grow.
And again the rain falls to bring new life.

Yet, where is that laughter?
Where are the people?
Where have the children gone?

The trees have leaves,
The grass is green,
The food is there for the picking.

Yet, there is no one there to pick it.
There is no one playing.
No one working.

The houses are empty.
The window pains are broken.
The doors are left ajar.

As a line in a song once said.
“Where have all the young men gone?”
Where has all the beauty of the earth gone?

We could say a war or a atomic blast took it all.
Or that a virus killed everyone and left a barren planet.
Yet we do not know when or how it became this way.

Maybe it was time and the rapture came.
All those left went to heaven or fell to the depths of hades.
Yet the plant life still grows and dies as it has for millions of years.

Waiting, waiting for the return.
It knows. It knows all.
Someday the laughter will come.

And when it does thing will change.
Love will bloom where hate once stood.
Good will be done where evil once ruled.

When that day comes things will change.
The silence will stop and laughter will be heard again.
And wars will never be heard of.

The new rain brings new life.
The sun warms the growing plant.
It blooms and becomes natures food

 

Forever Lost In Love

The sun warm coming through the window.
The water front foam rolling onto the shore.
The smell of coffee fills the house.
Yet, the bed is missing an important part.

How long has it been?
How much has it hurt?
How many times has warmth turned to cold?

It seems it was just yesterday her smile would wake him.
The sun seemed to make her want to finish what went on last night.
The coffee was never made until the bedroom was quite.
And two naked bodies lay rolled into one.

It was just yesterday when the call came.
She was planting flowers in the planters.
There was nothing they could do.
He dropped the glass and fell to his knees.
That was all he could do.
His world had just ended.

He was numb for months and his work suffered.
His house was a mess.
He walked from the bedroom to the coffee.
Only to the bathroom and closet and office.

What would he do?
No more morning flings.
Or laying rolled naked in silence.
His days did not matter.
And today his life seemed it was through.
He never felt more like life did not matter.

He lays looking out the window.
Yet there is nothing to see.
He lays in the bed.
Without a reason to get up.

And now alone.
What comes now?
His high school sweetheart.
The one he married.
The one he loved.
The one he lived for.
Gone.

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Soulful Day

A soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be sad, and the sky is gray.
It can awake, to a spring rain.

The soul can be a beautiful thing.
It can smile at the laughter of a child.
It can cry at the thought of the past.

The soul is an amazing thing.
It is always growing, yet we do not feel it.
It is always moving yet it never leaves.

The soul is a confusing thing.
It can be happy when it is raining.
And sad when the sun is shining.

The soul is a constant thing.
It is always there ever present in the moment.
It never displays emotion until it is ready.

The soul has many descriptions.
But only the one you have is correct.
And the one they have is correct.

At the end of the day the soul does not rest.
It has to put the days thought and experiences in place.
And when you wake it takes on the face of another day.

The soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be happy or it can be sad.
It is beautiful and full of laughter.

The soul can cry and feel pain.
The soul can feel pain and bounce back again.
The soul is our guide in life if we let it.

The soul is a troubling thing.
The soul is an amazing thing.
The soul is a confusing thing.
Yet the soul is a constant thing.

How else would we see our day?

 

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Dimness

Shadows grow larger as the sun goes down.
The mystery of what hides in the shadows eludes us.
We walk faster past those tall scary shadows.

 
There is no reasoning to walk faster.
There is no proof that in that darkness evil lurks.
There is only our minds’ telling us “run.”

 
Yet we seek to walk on the side of shadows.
When it just as easy to cross the street into the light.
Is it the passion for the scare or hope of loss?

 
The shadows never take anything.
They only give the illusion of fear.
They make the mind play back every horror movie.

 
They come every night and leave every dawn.
And the only thing that they do is grow fear.
In the absence of light they grow.

 
They are nothing more or nothing less.
They are only a product of our over active minds.
They even take form in our homes.

 
Shadows grow larger when the sun goes down.
They cast a large fear and our minds run away with it.
Some die from the fear, some sit staring into space.

 
Yet each day these shadows form.
Just as they did the day before.
And people will hurry through them.

 
Just as they did the day before.
Never knowing that there is nothing there.

 

Tall Field Of Grass

I lay in a field of tall grass,
I felt the warm sun on my skin.
The warm breeze flows across my face.

I fall into a deep slumber.
There stars shine and the sound of water flowing.
I raise up to see the moon lighting up the world.

There before me, a beautiful figure.
She smiles and walks to me from the shadows.
Her nude body glimmers in the moonlight.

She kneels beside me.
Cradles my head and kisses me.
I feel fire run through my veins.

Her eyes look into mine.
Stealing my every thought.
I feel her slowly and gently entering my body.

Just as I feel the moment of pleasure.
Just as we have become one.
My eyes open again.

The tall grass surrounds me.
The sun warm on my skin.
And I am alone again.

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