In other eyes we see stars Let free to fly, reflecting All the lovely living contained, In the chambers of souls Set to the motion, pulses Of rare beautiful hearts, Played upon the stages Where creativity, art, Become solid truth; Extraordinary lives of love.
I rate no kisses In ordinary moments, But I am also The Provider Of The Food. In the minutes which I fill the ceramic bowl I come clothed in praise, When I set the food down, there, No one is more beloved. Next, I sit; I am Slathered in grateful kisses I have no escape, So food is the way to win – All pure doggie hearts, Walking is miraculous Work too, so dogs admire you.
The ghost, yesterday, Writes a mystery of rising, Falling, perfectly played no retakes, Only steamy, streaming tears Coursing over pallid cheeks Give lie to the hale semblance Of consistent happiness. Still, the simple setting has An attraction magnetic Because in the playing, pain Is a specter passed by, No damage doubly done, Not materializing – nor destroyed By being again; only felt, Visionary, memory recorded, In soft tissue, written like A blade slicing through braided Rope to frazzle and progress. All harm rendered obsolete In the forward movement, These crystalline moments, Of who is and what will become: The dream opens itself to Fulfill love’s destiny now, ever.
In desperate times Trust must take a lead To bring forward the power Required to accomplish And brilliantly succeed. Creativity, ability, gifts, Skills, talents, need nurture – In the rich soil of dreams With a practice of plans, goals. Things in time come to be But only when blessed, Anointed in belief and faith. All the world anxiously awaits A time coming when Love Is the guiding principle For each heart and every art. God loves by His nature, He is Love, and Love expressed Where Love exists, He is present, And when, where, there is a need, He comes, appearing in Love’s Action, deed, word, always near. Love abandons no one, without hope All have an opportunity, for Christ – Offers salvation to all those Who wish to accept His gift, Sacrificially provided, of Eternity.
There is a storm Brewing just beyond This loneliness and Moments when hearts Connect in a flash, Swift lightning Becoming whatever Is needed to set Worlds colliding – At peace, aright. One calls it love Another caring, But the storm Puts together The need, the wanting, Bodies, emotions, The fading of day The magic of night. A hand joins another No signals for stop A celebration begins – A deeper immersion Finds transcendent delight.