The Reason

Sitting here and thinking,
wondering, why oh why
do I sit here alone
staring into the sky?

My mind ponders questions
and different thoughts race by.
The day draws to a close,
and my spirit just sighs.

Is this life all there is?
What will happen after?
Is there a real reason
for a baby’s laughter?

Is there a real reason
for all of our shame?
At life’s final finish,
will I master this game?

I do know the answer,
the real reason I stare,
when the daylight falls dim
into the twilight’s glare.

The beauty of it all
gives yet another clue.
He who created it,
He foresaw and He knew

that in day’s past I would
sit here at times and stare.
He created this scene
to say yes, He does care.

He did way more than this,
For He gave His all.
The real reason I sit,
is to hear His love’s call.

Dawn

In total silence, without fanfare,
the sun peeps over the horizon.
Like a phoenix emerging from the ashes of night,
the sky begins to bloom with purple and orange hue.
The light becomes brighter as the darkness fades.
Tomorrow is a dream.
Yesterday is gone.
Today is here,
bringing new hope, new beginnings, a new dawn.

Human Nature

The desolation and destruction of humanity,
are brought about by the works of insanity.
Man’s own hands strive to build
the guillotine that will cause our demise.
Morality falls from the heavens to crash on the ground;
while all of the world keeps running around
like a dog chasing its tail
never realizing the futility of the chase.
With eyes wide shut we stumble through life
mystified by what we see.
Claiming clarity of mind we philosophize
and theorize that which we do not believe.
We play gods and clone Him in our own image.
Yet in our race toward the stars,
we trip over our feet, fall on our face
and cry “we’re only human.”

Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I could stay in bed all day.
Just sit there and let the world drift away.
All the problems, all the heartaches,
the pain and despair.
The weeping of the wounded,
and the hoplessness that’s everywhere.
Sometimes I wish I could stay in bed all day.

Every Morning

Every Morning when I get up the ground is still wet with your kiss,
and I know the day will be full of blessings that I pray I won’t miss.
Your gentle reminders help get me through each day,
not pushing or shoving, but tenderly guiding me in the right way.
You softly caress my spirit with your unfailing love,
And shower me with tender mercies from heaven above.
When I am lost in your presence, I feel complete and whole,
and there is no doubt that you are the lover of my soul.

Love?

Intense longings
unfolding of hearts
skin on skin
pressing together
bodies tingling
sweat dripping
passion and desire
lust’s fire
rapid ascention
higher and higher
explosion, rapture
a gasp,
relaxation
sleep

Spring

Their skin bears the scars of cold death and the passage of time.
With dark grey arms stretched toward the sky,
they cry for deliverance.
Fleeting glimpses of light break through
the fog of their desperation,
offering hope:
Life will soon spring forth from their branches again.

Lightning

Boom! Crash! With a bright flash,

You strike the sky in a mad dash
Shadows of fear are in your glare,
As you light up the sky with a sudden flare,
You beat upon the earth with all your might,
Making everyone run from your fright.Road of Life

Road of Life

‘Tis long and hard the road I walk,
Through the nights of endless dark.
A road of love and endless hate,
and any perils that may wait
A road of tears and fears.
A road of happiness and cheers.
A road of disappointments and despair,
even things of which I am not yet aware.
I walk this road day after day,
trying to find another way.
All hope is gone of turning back,
once I started there was no way back.
Along this long road of life,
I continue through all strife;
praying that one day I may turn a bend,
And find that I have finally reached the end.When The Clock Stops

When The Clock Stops

Swirling & twirling & spinning around,
The clock stops & crashes to the ground.
People everywhere stop & stare,
Most of them caught unaware.
Swirling & twirling & spinning around,
The clock stops & crashes to the ground.
A trumpet sounds, crying out
Calling home the pure and devout.
Swirling & twirling & spinning around,
The clock stops and crashes to the ground.
Fear grips the heart of those standing there,
Watching the others caught up in the air.
Swirling & twirling & spinning around,
The clock stops and crashes to the ground
With a crimson moon hanging overhead,
The streets are filled with those no longer dead.
Swirling & twirling & spinning around,
The clock stops and crashes to the ground.
In a bright flash , the heavens roll back;
Proving Him, not myth, but pure fact.
Swirling, & twirling & spinning around,
The clock stops & crashes to the ground.