Darkness flows all
around you a raging sea of hopelessness and despair.
Alone you strive to stay afloat.
Lightning flashes from unseen clouds and anger burns within you
as you think of those not alone, of those who laugh and
point.
The darkness presses nearer overwhelming you with a suffocating grip.
In this one moment of terrible despair and darkness,
light suddenly descends and a hand reaches down to grasp your flailing arms.
The light seems to grow brighter pushing past the all-consuming darkness
and
you find your strength renewed and grasps the hand with a joyful vigor.
The darkness is swept away and a smiling face of an unknown stranger
greets you.
A timid “hi” escapes your lips and you draw back in fear of
retribution.
For always before, laughs had followed not the happy laughs that are a joy to be
heard but scornful laughs that cut and seared.
However, as before, there is only a smile accompanied
now by a friendly greeting and a hand extends and
you draw back in fear but as you look up
you find only joy and compassion in the eyes of this stranger.
Before you can run away, before you can object,
the hand descends again and taking yours pulls you to your feet.
Oblivious you are to this and consciousness seems lost,
for when this stranger took your hand it missed and instead touched your heart.
COMPASSION: Without it,
life cannot exist. To some a smile
is just an expression and a hug just a moment in time to others however, it may
prove to be a saving grace. A
critical moment, which acts as a sculptors hands shaping your life.
Compassion, the quiet whisper that is easily ignored if by doing so one
can benefit. Nevertheless, if
heeded, could lead to actions which could touch someone’s life however briefly
and perhaps shape a life.
Compassion is fast becoming a trait, a whisper that is easier and easier to ignore. To often do we see, a sight that pains our eyes and just flick the channel or drive on by. After all logical reasoning would imply, what difference could I make. However, a simple hello can change a life.
Mom
Where
would this world be
With out those who hold our
Earliest memories
Without those who
Brought us into this world
Who
share our every pain
Who worry when
We are absent for any amount of time
Where would we be
With out those
Who cared for our hurts
And our needs?
Who
tenderly treated
Each cut and scraps
Who scold and bandage?
Who hold and comfort?
Those
who helped show us
The many joys of this world
While still being there
To hold our hands
As we journey through
Our scariest moments
Of uncertainty.
Love
is materialized
In their smiles
In their hugs
In their goodnight kisses.
Worry
is made flesh
In these beautiful women
Whom we call mom.
In
these wonderful creatures
Who protect and guide,
In those whom we often cause
Worry and strife.
In
those whom we
Have yet to understand
Their importance.
For without them
Where would we be?
With
out them
Nothing would be
Without You Mom
I would not be me.
So
from the deepest
Most intimate recesses of my
Mind and my heart,
I thank you.
For
without your love
To have guided me
Through the pains of my life;
With out your reassuring smile
And pat on the shoulder,
I would not be here if not for you.
Your
love has shown me the
Joy of life
The Love of God is made
Flesh to each of us
Through you wonderful women.
So
from us, your children
From me, your son. . .
Happy Mothers Day
2003
Song of the Forrest
You stand still - the gentle breeze
weaving an elegant dance through your hair.
Sunlight’s rays seem to drift casually through the leaves and branches.
A nearby tree stands tall and regal proudly holding his branches for all
to see.
While above and below the children of the
forest dance the dance of life as they
interact and react with each other.
A squirrel reaches down to grasp the gift of a fallen acorn
as it rests gently on a soft bed of leaves.
Rain begins to fall - suddenly - the scent of the forest intertwines itself
with the falling rain then both are carried ever so gently by the wind to
lie on your up turned face and outstretched arms.
A bird glides down in a dizzying drop weaving itself through the branches
that seem to shift suffering the weaver passage.
Its wings dip and its descent slackens enough to allow for a graceful perch as
it begins to give thanks
for the rain with a merry song.
Soon the rain clouds drift away, their
melody is distantly heard as other
parts of the forest begin to dance
but this song is not yet over
for a mist begins to arise
or perhaps one cloud has decided to stay
and has come down to look for a partner.
Still the gentle breeze weaves its dance
but now it has a friend and it brings with it the chilled mist which seems to conform itself around your body
clothing you in a heavenly cloth which flows insinc
with every movement of your body.
The stars smile over head and the light of their
smile clothes the world in a peaceful glow.
Beyond them the moon observes the peace within her realm and is content to pour
out its light over you.
Your clothing of mist and wind slide along your arms as you hold out your
hand
watching the light reflect and refract across the eternal dancers.
When you come to this place you will have found my sanctuary.
The Purest Love
The world begins anew the beauty yet unseen but as our eyes behold it the purest of all things, we are swept away in humility blinded by tears of shame for we can not understand how we can be so loved ..................... I'm just a receiver of that love who can pass it on to the people I know and those who are indeed dear to me get especially drenched ;-)
WANDERING FEET
To travel the stars
A dream yet unrealized
To find courage within
A journey many have trod
But few as of yet have finished.
To find knowledge
And wisdom unsurpassed
A task many have failed
To complete.
But yet we as the new
As those yet untainted
By failure and despair
May try to succeed
Where those before have
Failed
So wandering feet
Stray not from your
Path of wonder
But instead
Find within yourself
The power to continue.
For you alone
Can shape the path
Which you have been
Set to trod upon
And this journey of yours
Is far from over.
Let not
Your heart be discouraged
Remember always
That you are not alone
For we have the memories
Of those who have come before.
We have the guidance
Of those around us
The wisdom unrevealed
Inside ourselves.
So I say again
To you oh wandering feet
Stray not from
Your path of wonder
But instead
Remember that
It is you
And you alone
Who have the power
To shape that which
The path
You have been set to walk
By a power yet unseen
And which has bestowed
In each of you
The ability to change
That which is to come.
GRANDPA AND GRANDMA CHOO CHOO
The sweet smell of apple pie
the warm clothes for Christmas
the gentle hugs
and tight squeezes
the persistent nagging
the soothing voice
the place of vacation
the place of vocation
the smiles
the food
the yard of unimagined
possible realities
where the children
become more then they are
where they become
knights and hero's
even damsels in distress
the knee to sit on
as they rock you back and forth
such are the joys
of Grandma and Grandpa Choo Choo.
