The Breath of Love

The heart is the womb,

Where miracles are born,

Through the fire of love,

The impossible happens,

The blind can see forever,

The deaf hear music unending,

Those who cannot grasp feel,

And those who cannot stand fly.

Faith is the energy feeding love,

Love which breaks the bonds of death,

Love which sees beauty the eyes cannot,

Love which finds answers beyond the bounds of reason,

Making the impossible real,

Teaching the heart how to feel,

Bringing peace through the madness of life.

Look to your heart for answers,

When the pain tells you there are none,

When your eyes tell you you are alone,

When your mind tells you to give up,

You may never give up,

For God is the author of impossibility,

Breathing life into your lungs,

Breathing love into your heart.

If

Merely a word,

It is the birthplace of imagination,

The seed of hope,

Where wisdom finds strength,

And reason unites with reality,

For circumstance requires solution,

And problems require persistence,

It is the key which opens the door,

Leading from where things are visible,

Into where things remain unseen,

Such is perspective,

For perspective must have wings,

Without which can be seen nothing more,

Except the land where we are,

For perspective takes our minds to new lands,

And where our minds go,

Our feet will follow,

When our minds can see,

What our souls can feel,

And the mind and soul join forces,

In seeking strength from the heart,

For it is from the heart,

We have strength to face the unknown,

Courage to survive the storm,

Excitement to reach the new land,

Passion to take another by the hand,

Yet all these things come together,

Unlocked by one key,

Reinforced by one keystone,

And are supported and made straight,

By the cornerstone of imagination,

The concept that makes,

Faith a powerful gift,

For ordinary men and women,

Took their first step,

 In what they did to change the world,

By embracing the question,

And concept,

Of “If”.

(more to come...)

Silverwood

It has been some time,

Since I have walked the sandy streets,

Hand in hand with my ladies,

Daughter by my side,

My wife smiling to me,

Casual dress,

Watches left behind,

For this is a place,

That shares everything but time,

Ageless and warm,

Dunes of sand tanned by the sun,

Winds of savory ocean salt,

Blowing through the sea oats,

The waving stalks create a rhythm,

While the waves beat percussion,

As the white winged singers,

Soar above the surf,

Sounding their ageless call,

We walk through the old wood village,

Travelers on a journey,

Yet greeted by our names,

Greetings with a smile,

As if we were family,

Visiting after a long while,

For these people see things,

In no other way,

They see through the clouds,

They see through the crisis,

They see through the laugher,

They see through the tears,

The focus is not on matters of circumstance,

Because they focus on the heart,

And have taught me to remember,

How to use this precious gift,

For in times of difficulty I remember,

That the hearts around me are eternal,

This I wish to effect what I do,

And how I decide,

For our actions affect others,

In more ways than I know,

It amazes me,

I can see it clearly in any circumstance,

As I remember the place that shows it,

Where the salt wind colors the buildings,

In Silverwood.

Devotion

He carefully sets her place,

Just as always,

Daisies in a cup,

She never liked a vase,

Across from where he sits,

So he can see her face,

Home set in order,

With some creative disarray,

Blanket set upon a chair,

No particular reason,

Just because she sat it there,

He likes it just that way,

Setting forth into the day,

Along their favorite path,

There are many in the park,

This one is theirs,

For special moments they share,

A certain rabbit by the way,

Certain birds seen every day,

The way she reflects upon the waters,

As they pass beside the pond,

And continue beyond,

To sit awhile on a bench,

Beneath their favorite tree,

Such a site to see,

He doesn’t say too much,

Because he loves to hear her laugh,

As the children pass,

Imaginations bigger than the world,

Seen clearly in the games they play,

As he watches with her,

Fresh flowers picked in hand,

Not too many,

Not too few,

But they are her favorites,

For they bring good cheer,

He always seems to find some,

Any time of year,

It does not matter,

It is no trouble,

Nothing is,

She is his inspiration,

And the fire that never dies,

She is his hope and comfort,

When life can make him cry,

Yet look at his smile,

It is always there,

Even when he is not smiling,

Matters of circumstance,

Do not control him,

Even for awhile,

He is her rock,

She is his strength,

I can see this without fail,

So out of curiosity,

I followed him down the trail,

To a quiet place beneath some trees,

Where I could see him kneel,

And give the flowers to his wife,

In a way that made me reel,

He set them near some others,

He stayed awhile,

Before returning home,

When I went to this place,

I could see them on her stone,

For her path came to an end,

Some decades before,

But she lives on within his heart,

Now and evermore,

He can feel her warmth,

As if she was by his side,

He can hear her laughter,

He can smell her perfume,

He can feel her emotions,

As if she was in the room,

Because a physical end was not enough,

Against the force of love,

For this is the greatest gift,

From our Father in Heaven above,

And as I came to know this man,

I came to know this truth,

From a neighbor whose life,

Shines brighter than the sun,

Who has lost,

Yet who never will loose,

For my own life and relations,

May be rocked by emotion,

I will never forget what I have learned,

About the power of devotion.

Firewalker

Burning fire,

Upon the horizons glowing,

The stars fade to the reddened light,

Heat is building,

Tension in the air,

The creatures of the Earth can feel it,

Emotions building,

As nerves run on the edge,

Some to the ledge of their fears,

Decisions in darkness,

Thoughts in haste,

As the wheels spin even faster,

Descending recklessly through chaos,

Yet through the smoke,

Truths hold fast,

Wheels will spin and heat will burn,

The ground may shake but hearts will yearn,

For truth holds still,

Life embattled emblazes passion,

We will fight even harder,

For through the smoke there is clarity,

My daughter’s eyes reflect it always,

Lest I forget for a moment,

And my mouth will proclaim it always,

Lest I am put to shame by my silence,

For lives are eternal to the soul,

Love is the force that binds the whole,

Life is the reason for song and joy,

For these reasons I will sing,

For these reasons I have strength without sleep,

For these reasons I go on,

Even when all points to hopelessness,

For love is the fire of hope,

And I am the firewalker.

Dusty Road

Alone with my thoughts,

On this dusty road,

With no sound of voices,

No one to voice my thoughts,

I alone am left to answer,

To understand my experience,

To contemplate my mistakes,

Reaching into my heart,

Within a place there only I have been,

For there is a door in each of us,

No one else passes through,

It is the beauty and the price,

Of being individual,

Yet  in being individual,

We are all joined as one,

Each seeing a piece of the puzzle,

That other eyes may see clear,

For some things remain unanswered,

Why some things must happen,

When some things are endured,

Which are beyond understanding,

Which brings the rhyme and reason home,

Why each of our hearts,

Are between the right and left hand,

That each hand may bear,

The strengths and burdens of another,

For it is within this wisdom,

We are truly human,

As I think of these things,

Surrounded by the ticking of clocks,

It is but a reminder,

I do not sit alone,

We are never alone,

Each ticking of a clock,

Is as the beating of a heart,

The surrounding of clock beats,

Is as the surrounding of hearts,

Each longing to hear the other,

Each beating for a purpose,

Some strong and some in disrepair,

And each beating as one,

Such simple things remind me,

When I am in pain,

Such truths comfort me,

Once and again,

That when we walk on our dusty road,

We are never alone.

Stength Beyond Hope

Enclosed in darkness,

Enshrouded in doubt,

Entrapped in despair,

Only the heart can see beyond,

To fields of laughter,

Where the birds sing their joy to life,

Only the heart can smell,

The wilderness mix,

Mossy trees and wildflowers,

A mosaic to the senses,

For the fingers cannot touch,

What the heart feels in embrace,

Of life and passion,

And the passion for life,

For the ears cannot hear,

The sweet music of the soul,

Coming in through the heart,

An eternal connection,

A strength through the ages,

For the heart beats in rhythm,

And love is the music,

Without beginning,

Without end,

Again and again,

For it is as contagious as a smile,

Spreading at the speed of a glance,

A happening,

A chance,

A second’s inspiration,

For another soul,

To pursue and persevere,

To hold on to what is dear,

And that nameless soul,

Passed on the street,

Goes on to hurl the gauntlet of possibility,

Into the very face of logic,

Making what was impossible,

Into a living reality,

Challenging all of us,

To challenge ourselves,

In how we can make a difference,

With the time we are given,

To see another day,

What greater gift,

Than to have another day,

To share the joy,

To share the imagination,

To share the passion,

To share the knowing of what cannot be seen,

For through love only the heart can see,

Beyond hope.