The Feeling to Cry

What is this heaviness I feel inside?

It wells up in me, lying just behind my eyes

From my heart it seems to stem

With pulses, its energy seems to overwhelm

My body feels tender, my feelings even more

Washing over me like waves that leave me sore

It seems to want an outlet, a way to break free

My aliveness thrashes as if drowning in a sea

So I stop and surrender, allowing the release

Drops of tears seep out, salty with healing increase

In streams their flow caresses, down my face into every crease

This cry I am feeling does not drown me…

I am floating in this deep place of peace.

Loved by Every Season…

I absolutely love this song…heavenly piano and beautifully touching lyrics. I hope you enjoy it today and the power of its message, every day.


Every evening sky an invitation

To trace the pattern stars

And early in July a celebration

For freedom that is ours

And I notice you in children’s games

In those who watch them from the shade

Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder

You are summer…

And even when the trees when just surrendered

To the harvest timeForfeiting their leaves in mid-September

And sending us inside

Still I notice you when change begins

And I am braced for colder winds

I will offer thanks for what has been and what’s to come

You are autumn…

And everything in time and under heaven

Finally falls asleep

Wrapped in blankets white all creation

Shivers underneath

And still I notice you when branches crack

And in my breath on frosted glass

Even now in death you open doors for life to enter

You are winter…

And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced

Teaching us to breathe

What was frozen through is newly purposed

Turning all things green

So it is with you and how you make me new

With every season’s change

And so it will be as you are recreating me

Summer, autumn, winter…


Posture of Surrender

Surrender is so necessary,

It actually is so sweet.

I see it not as cast down,

Or my face toward the ground to meet.

The image is me as a child,

Standing on my feeble feet,

They may be shaky and tired,

But even on tip-toes I raise to entreat.

For as a child to a parent,

I raise my arms up, open wide,

To be swept up in loving arms,

Gathered up to God’s heart, held close inside.

Here is where I am provided for,

Here is all I need.

If my arms were busy grappling,

They would not be empty and free.

To reach high and surrender,

To be empty of what I don’t need,

Free then to receive all I truly dream.





No sound, feeling peaceful and serene.



Tranquility fills the air, it fills me.



Like comfort to my senses, rest for me.



A place unseen, a safe haven I feel.



I receive and grow, no depleting occurs.



To do is good, yet to know how to be is powerful.


There Hides the Sunset


Tonight I gazed out my window,

Facing west as the day faded to dusk

The sky was full of grey-white clouds,

Layers of billowing curves and soft wisps

My eyes were hoping for the sun,

Longing to see its retreat into another day

Yet it seemed the cold fall wind,

Was covering the sky with a storm-set instead

Then I noticed a slight opening,

It seemed a window was in the clouds

Framed by delicate brushed arcs,

A Renaissance painting it resembled in look and feel

Light blue deepening to purple,

Then a golden glow that lined the shifting edges

Although I could not see the sunset,

It was still taking place and setting for the day

There behind grey stormy clouds,

That shifting dense mesh driven by cold harsh winds

I knew the sun was there setting,

Somewhere its colors of glorious rays could be seen

And this sunset taught me something,

In life we behold the same views throughout our times

Radiant sunsets are easy to appreciate,

With pleasing colors filling the expanse of clear skies

And seeing dark stormy clouds mounting,

Can hide the sunset we love to see shine in our lives

Yet here is a place where faith takes root,

When sunset is hidden from our view and storms fill our skies

May we hope deeper than with our eyes,

Trusting that there hides the sunset, full of color in someone’s sky


The Prison Cells of Life

Dark and cold, dreary and grey

I have an image of a prison cell today.

It’s small and of stone, from ages past

Sometimes I stand there or lay there, my soul downcast.

How did I come to be here,

When I know I used to walk free?

I recall now giving in to resentment,

Holding the hand of un-forgiveness too long.

Till it weighed me down with bitterness,

Blinding me with hatred so I couldn’t see the dawn.

And instead of continuing my journey,

I walked into this road-side prison cell.

The longer I stay, the more shackled I can be,

To the chains of these evils that would destroy me.

But I remember days of freedom, I remember times of peace,

And I see as in a dream that I am capable of being free.

For the prison door stands wide open,

Its chains can be made weak.

I need only to take the hand of God,

In hope and faith, for love’s pure sake.

Then I can rise and leave that prison,

Walking out its open door,

Running into freedom’s light and love’s vision,

My life and joy restored.



There is religion and then there is faith

Perhaps like the artist has canvas and paint, but they still need creativity.

Because, give it some thought and the parallel you’ll see,

That a canvas has its limits and paints can dry up and go bad.

Both materials are not perfect and they each at some point run out,

Yet creativity is the heart of the matter, is it not?

And it is creativity that art is based upon.

So when you think of religion, realize it has its limits,

For it is composed of people and people are imperfect,

But that does not mean it is faith or that faith is not real.

The heart of the matter, the root of it all,

Is that as humans we’re also spirit,

And are made to have faith in something, not nothing at all.

The desire and need is perfect, to have faith in something unseen,

Even if the materials like religion can go bad and let us down,

Faith is there and produces beautiful things,

Just as creativity results in beautiful things we see.