“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.”

“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.”

“I am a circle of my fate,

     surrounding doubts to face,

The inner self seems to wait,

     While the outer self intakes,

I need to come full circle,

     With resounding strength of trust,

Oh, to feel the sweetness of your soul,

     The never ending need to grow,

Knowing that it’s not too late,

     To err — is always in our fate.”