“My day is ever questioning,
To seek is on my mind,
Passion is abundant,
Energy too short.
Waiting for my guidance,
Listening for my thoughts,
Aware of omnipresence,
Wishing grace would fill my soul,
Confusion is my present,
Understanding is MY goal.”
Woke up weeping…it’s not about gun control or mental illness gone wrong. IT’S ABOUT LOVE!!! getting back to the basics, getting back to our pure faith. This was felt around the world, meant to bring us all together. This is our chance. God has given us a sign to look towards faith & love for him & everyone around us. Although it seems these children & adults were taken from their families so tragically, it is but a release of the sacrificial lambs agreed upon with God to save our souls & to look inside ourselves, not to lay blame.
Hopefully, as a world this will happen or we are doomed to suffer more. God has given us a wonderful opportunity to change our ways, working through our souls, a reminder of belief & understanding of him.
This is our time as a nation & world awakening. We all weep harder today for these pure souls. May we all heed his warning. This is our catalyst to redeem ourselves in LOVE for our Jesus Christ who also gave his life & soul to save us all.
In Honor of all the victims and survivors (Dec. 2012)
Amen
“Love is like a breeze,
which flows through the trees,
on a silent night,
with the moon shining bright,
giving the thought,
of feelings brought,
to the haunting —
of life’s dawning.”
Woe begone to heaven’s flight,
endless stairs are out of sight,
Yet, stumbling souls,
Are error bound,
With passion of light,
Still to be found.”
“Like the rivers deep with passion,
slapping gently on the rocks,
changing course within our path,
emotions slowly surfacing,
feelings drawn from each ripple,
creating an endless flow,
of desires yet to sow.”
“Ode to the silent thoughts,
of the yearning heart,
Thru the tears ever mourning,
The churning of the spirit,
Scorning of the soul,
Who’s fire keeps you going,
But, we tire of the toiling.”
“Cherish the moments of undivided faith,
to each his own, will win the race,
I strive toward compassion,
In essence so pure,
Wondering whether the strength is for sure,
Forbidding the spirit, the knowledge they know,
Forgiving the moment of showing,
I cease to exist at this time.”
“Sight of soul,
can make you whole,
but do you really know,
how much you could glow,
how much you could share,
what your life could bear,
if only — you showed you care.”
“Oh, heavenly Father,
keeper of my soul,
I cry for a shred of bliss,
The mystery to unfold.
Unrenounced to see the light,
I feel that my faith is fight,
So be that may, I come to pass,
I see the dawning of an afterlife,
That is so awesome,
It makes me feel — between.”
“What shall thee stand for”
How will thy remain?
Scattered memories to abhor,
Or cherished memories refrained.
Death among the living —
What will thy do?
A life seemingly unworthy,
What can thy do?
Remembrance of life gone by,
Although, you truly try,
A disheartened sad soul,
Wishing to meet thy goal,
How will thy memories remain?
“Love is strong, but never wrong,
For one who’s longing, is ever broadening,
When Love runs from, your very soul,
Somehow your being, seems to glow,
And if, you always, let Love flow,
You will find — that this is so.”
