The Eye Beheld

In the eye of the needle

Is where the soul rests

But for a moment

As it passes through 

On the camel's back

It is less of an incline

Than climbing Mount Everest

The ride

Was not clear from the start

It seemed a simple task

A ride to the market and back

But oh, the ride 

Continued on

On into eternity 

It seemed to take one turn

Then another

But then straight 

It went again

All the riches

Fell at the sides

As the camel started 

To limp

The riches of poverty

Overcame the soul

And the truth 

Was made more clear

In the Oasis

In the mirage

The mirage

Was actually there

It was no mirage at all

For the eye of the needle

Was in the eye of the beholder

And you were beloved

All along

The Sigh

The sigh

The weight of the world

Is hurled on shoulders

So steep

It slides right off 

Crashing down

Down 

Down

Up on the rooftops

The chimney sweeps

Hard at work

The ash is falling

Like burnt snow

In the land of time

Illusions are not darkness

But darkness is

The illusion

Overshadowing 

So much

That it is often forgotten

That light is needed 

For shadows

To even exits

Darkness is not alone

It holds up a fancy

Charade of self

All alone

As though nothingness exists

Nothing cannot exist

Because even the mention 

Of nothing

Is only is relation to something

Time

Time 

Time

Turning back

Moving forward 

In the Stillness

For some reason

The illusions are sometime

In focus

More than the truth

More that what is actually

Set before us. 

The sigh

Is present

Is it relief?

Tall trees

Have known bended knees

Have known and weathered 

Many storms

Tall trees

Have heard all the words

Caught all the whispers

And attended 

To many

The care

The sigh

Is in the wind

In the Spirit

Welcome

And look up

Not down

Rise Above

Rise above

Rise above

No need to search 

Any longer

You think you're getting weaker

But you're really getting stronger

When the stairs 

Began to move

They journeyed upward

Up, up, up

Into the heavens

The divine ascent

The stairway

No prevention 

To take that ride

Except what's inside

Search below

Search below

The surface

Where the last pillow lies

The comfort

The ease

So much easier down there

Down, down, down

The path of no return

Unless the detour is taken

Only in exception 

To the rule 

Against the grain

Against the stain of sin

Reject what is rejecting Love 

Shaken up

Shaken up

The world! the soul! whole!

Hole in the heart

The suffering stems

From the cruelty

That grew out of greed

Out of rejection of Love

There is no lack of Love

Just rejection of it

For love abounds

It abounds!

All around!

The rejection is felt all the more

The hatred is felt to the core

Of this earth

Hatred only exists 

In the rejection of Love

Love exists on its own

Love exists on its own

Love does not have to reject

Love is Love

Love is pure

Love is Holy

Love, Love, Love 

Together Pieces

The words,

Spoken

Action to take

Whoa nelly

Bake me a cake

History past

And present

Aware of the weight

Do they feel it?

The weight of the world

On shoulders

Unsure

The words

Don't add up

Match up 

To the one above

I guess anyone 

Would be inadequate

So I choose Prayer

I choose Love

The tears

Are fine

As long as they are not

Accompanied by fears

That sail us out 

On the mushroom cloud

Don't give in to fear

I'm sad for the suffering 

I'm not there

And it's a reminder

That peace does not exist

Everywhere

So let's keep peace

At the very least in our hearts

In our minds

In our souls 

In our spirits

Let's keep peace

It's hard to peace

Together pieces 

And to make sense of it all

But Peace, Hope and Love

Can exist 

Even when 

There is uncertainty

Proleptic Cherubicon

The Angels saw The Lamb
Way up in the sky
They looked up at Him
And asked why...

"We are supposed to be there too,
Singing Holy! Holy! Holy! What are
We doing down here right now,
for we long to be with You"

"Down there you are more useful,
Than you could ever know.
Guardian angels and Archangels fighting
The good fight."

The Angels only knew peace, for
that's the way they always faced.
Their faces beamed with Grace and
Love that only comes from above.

The Angels saw The Lamb,
Way up in the sky
They looked up at Him
And knew they ought to try

"Okay, well we will sing down here,
Holy! Holy! Holy! We long to be with
You, but we now see that
You are here too"

"Fight the good fight, but only use
peace. Protect all and light their way,
so they too can find Me wherever
they may be"

"Holy! Holy! Holy! In the darkness, in
the light, in the day, or in the night.
You are always there. What a
Revelation! You are always there. We
sing Holy! Holy! Holy! For You are
with us everywhere, everyday and are
Infinite in Your time, love and prayer."

"What a revelation! We are here right
now, but we are also with You!"

Thankful for Grandpa

Thankful!

A wonderful man

Showed so much 

By his example

Of Love

For others

He passed down what he knew

The wind in the trees 

Will pass on his words

To the next generation

And so on and so forth

How does remembrance work?

Love!

Love is to remember

I heard this once before

Love is to remember 

And I will go there more and more

To that place of remembrance

I will remember the love

I will cherish

His voice

His stories

And I will pass them on

In love.

No one is perfect

But Love 

True love

From above

Sent down to us

Through HIS Son

Down to US

Is revealed

By people such as this

In the way he lived

In any part lacking

Is completed

And fulfilled

In the truth

And completeness

Of Our Lord

Thankful!

On this day of thanksgiving

I give thanks

For his love

And his presence

In my life

And in the life of those around me

Life is amazing,

How we are formed, 

How we are each unique

And I'm thankful for him

My grandpa

Thank you grandpa for being you! 

No drought in Love

Do you believe in hope, my friend?
Do you believe in hope!
It’s not beyond belief
Or beyond relief
I tried to send that message
In the bottle
But I didn’t know if you received it
I hoped you would
You didn’t know
On the other end
It was sealed
Open it up
Inside is a note
A few words of love
Meaning so much
In so few
In and out
Like dew for a doe
Lapping it up
Every last drop
What was inside?
Not water
But you took it as such
Every last word
With meaning
You understand
There won’t be a drought
In the bottle
There won’t be a drought
In this Love
In the bottle
That travelled across the sea
The water was gone,
But the source still
Was there
And ever
And always
Until the end
Which is
 Just the beginning
Of time
To the ticking heart.