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If I could speak the right words of endearment
would you rush to be at my side?
 
Have we not been seeking the same dream
a dream yet unfounded in our time
upon this world?
 
If I could speak the right words
I would tell you how long I have been seeking you.
 
The space in my heart was never filled by others
for they were not you
my love.
 
If I could speak the right words
they would tell you that I will immediately know
it is you
when you are before me.
 
The moment that our eyes will meet
we will know
we finally found each other.
 
If I could speak the right words of endearment
they would tell you of the eternity that I have spent
in seeking you.
 
A half soul
a lost wanderer
a knight without a grail
have I been.
 
Complete my being.
Awaken at my side
make us one.
 
Never to be alone again
for the eternity
that is still before us.

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It seems just like yesterday that Elis died.
In all the years that have passed since that sad day
he is still in my heart.
 
His passion
his being
his songs spoke of my own feelings.
You see
I grew up with him.
 
I remember being blessed in seeing him in person.
It was Dallas 1975.
I had a tenth row seat.
 
I could see the sweat on his forehead.
For months afterward
I had dreams of that time
I got to spend with him.
There will never be another Elvis.

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Within each of us there is a song.
The song is like no other
it is ours alone.
 
It is the song of our lives upon this earth.
It sings of our victories
it remembers our defeats.
 
Would we have shown courage
by never loved at all?
Would we have shown our creator
a lack of passion
by not living totally in the gift of time
that He so generously gave us?
 
I lived as a man
a creation of my God
in the singing of my song.
 
In those I loved
I gave more than I received.
If one was to be hurt by the ending of a love
I was always hurt the most.
 
I gave all in my being to protect the ones I loved.
In the pains that I endured
I suffered in their recall
more than once.
 
My song renders no apologies
for being made in His image.
The Passions is what separates us
from the wooden fence post.
 
I have breath
I have cried
I have laughed till I cried again.
 
In so doing have I found
the humor of my creator
in making my song
one that will be heard
throughout eternity. 

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I understand your pain.
Your anger overcomes you in being treated so badly.
You strike out at all others in this pain.
The one you are hurting the greatest
is the soul of your being.
  
I understand your pain.
To have given so many of your good years to such a man.
A man who abused you each day of those many years.
 
He trashed your heart.
He spat on your very soul.
He now parades his new love
each day before you.
  
I understand your pain.
How blessed you are this day.
He now has exposed his evil to you.
 
You can now leave him behind you.
Thank God each day.
The one that he will abuse each day
is another and not you.
  
I understand your pain.
You are still blessed with your beauty of form.
You are still blessed with the power of your mind.
You will now have soon
a new life before you.
  
I understand your pain.
Cease to be a continuing partner in his evil.
Let go of him.
 
Let go of his created pain upon you.
Let go of his efforts to remove the beauty of your life,
In finally so doing
will you find
Peace
Love
and Joy
in your Life.

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Much is said about what Heaven may be like.
In the senior years of my life
In observing the goodness of humans
In those who stand against Evil each day of their lives
I have no doubt
that Heaven will not be a crowded place.
 

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The words came like a knife to my heart.
It was evening
and we had just gotten in bed.
The words were whispered in the smallest of voice from you.
 
We were lying side by side
with my arm around your waist.
This was always in all these years
in how I went to sleep with you.
 
The words were
“I don’t want to leave you” in an almost sobbing voice.
Then it was your silent breathing again.
 
I tried to visualize my life without you.
All that my mind gave back was a blank screen.
Lord did I not pray enough for You to watch over her?
 
After all these years
the darkness of cancer returns to my bride.
And what of the cure?
 
Killing her body in order to make it better?
We build Atomic bombs to kill our enemies.
Accomplished the impossible
in placing mankind on the moon
and returning them.
 
Yet we must see those we love
be placed at the edge of death
in order to get better.
I am angry with the greed
and the ignorance of man. 
 

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They call insight…. Wisdom.
Wisdom is the deep sadness of old age.
A biting reality that was
but will never be again.
 
We become ever grateful for the pressed hug.
The feel of flesh upon our own.
Memories sparked in an unexpected
full body hug of total surrender.
 
Our minds go back.
Youth with aches or pains unexpected
as now that wake with us
each morning.
 
A crying desire within
of the youthful, carefree loving
of many hours
stretched over days.
 
These moments
will never be ours again.
It’s the sadness that takes us out.
 
Chipping away
at our nightly desire
to waken again.
 
And if we are so blessed
a dream of softness and passion
from long ago.
 
A dream that brings a cry of joy
from our very soul
of those days and moments
that will never be ours again.
 

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Many a time that my eyes beheld
a poor soul of the streets
have I thought
could that person be Jesus?
Jesus returning to earth
to see if we are still worthy of His Love?
 
When your eyes sadly behold such a vision
and you feel a pull on your heart
do not hesitate to share your brief wealth
at that moment.
 
Remember if it were not for grace of Jesus
it could be you in those rags of the street.
Let your Lord know in a real way
that His creation of you
was a worthy project.
 
Reach out and give this soul
a part of your self
as well as your day.
Jesus will be pleased with you.

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"...........pointing to a star"

 
 
The night sky was a deep black with blazing stars
over the Master and His disciples
this particular night along the sea of Galilee.
It was a time of quiet contemplation of the beauty of God’s work.
 
Within the group of His disciples
one disciple had a troubling question.
With reverence he approached the Master with his question.
“Does God’s Love for us have bounds when remembering our sins in His Eternal Memory?”
asked the disciple quietly as to not disturb the other men in the group.
 
The Master lifted His Head toward the night sky
and pointed His finger to a bright star saying,
“As you look upon the stars in the night sky
many have long changed in form
and are no more. 
 
The distance is so great in the travel of that light
that we still see those suns prior to their changing of form. 
So it is in the breath of God’s Love for us
it is also beyond the width
depth and height of such distances from us.
 
Since His Love for us is unconditional
so is His memory of our sins.
In asking His forgiveness of our sins
their memory no longer exists in eternity.”
So spoke that night
the Master of My Life. 

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"Why do you stare at me?"

A Pear Tree am I
unchanged by the lost of a part of me.
I am the same
nothing has changed
there is just less of me.
 
Why do you stare a me
as you pass?
Am I so different then before?
 
I still smell the air
feel the sky
and warm myself in the sun of day
soak the rain of day
amidst the storms that roll into my horizon.
 
I still dream of dreams
yet to come
for I am and still am
the mighty Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail.
 
I was taller
fuller and prouder
than I am now
but still the Bradford Pear.
 
The tree you looked upon each day
with such pride.
Have I changed so much from those days
when you looked so lovingly at me?
 
The change came slowly over the years.
Worms chewed in the joy of my wood
seeking the essence of me.
 
I grew
but as each leaf fell
I became closer to my death.
 
The death of cut wood and broken twigs
laid upon a ground now unknown to me.
What changed me so quickly and without warning?
 
It was shortly after midnight
the storm came.
Wind tearing at the very soul of me.
 
Wind ripping my inner part out
to lay useless
and with only partial life upon the ground.
 
I am still the same
the Bradford Pear
I live
I breathe
I sun
even with fuller leaves
than before.
 
Should you now love me less
for not being as powerful
and mighty as before?
 
I love you no less
for you see
I am
and will always be 
your Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail. 

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