Crawling under, torn asunder.
Beloved stolen, booming thunder.
Please excuse the mighty cry.
Nothing proven, when you died.
Angels gliding through the air.
I won’t suffer. I don’t care.
Vivid memories closing in.
Wasting away, growing thin.
What’s the difference if I go?
What’s the point of to and fro?
I just want a soothing moment.
I just want a second chance.
Only we can see the answer.
Only you can keep the balance.
Stillness rain the grass sways in the wind
Twisted language presses conscience
Blowing horns fill the air ventilate sky
Beneath the dirt the creatures crawling
Now lift your hands and grasp the truth
Thunder crashes,
Lightning flashes,
Mother Nature
Says hello.
In my quiet home,
I sit absolutely still,
And watch
And listen to the rain.
Funny how,
Sometimes,
Life can be so peaceful,
And yet, so full of tension.
We fight against
The coming tide
Of life as usual, that is,
Pain and struggle
To overcome
The challenges
That come before us
On a daily basis,
All the time
We seek to draw
Strength
From deep inside,
From an endless
Flowing river
Of peace
And tranquility.
And yet,
Sometimes,
That river of power
Becomes blocked
By worries,
By doubts,
By discouragement.
It is in those times
Of difficulty,
If we are wise,
We stop and watch,
And listen
To the thunder
Of holiness,
The lightning
Of sacrifice,
And the merciful
Raindrops
Of ever flowing,
Beautiful Grace.
When we do this,
Our hearts,
Our minds,
And our bodies
Become renewed
With a wonderful
Power of light
And blessing.
We can look
Our pain and struggle
In the face again,
And smile.
Thunder crashes,
Lightning flashes,
Mother Nature
Says hello.
In my quiet home,
I sit absolutely still,
And watch
And listen to the rain.
Funny how,
Sometimes,
Life can be so peaceful,
And yet, so full of tension.
We fight against
The coming tide
Of life as usual, that is,
Pain and struggle
To overcome
The challenges
That come before us
On a daily basis,
All the time
We seek to draw
Strength
From deep inside,
From an endless
Flowing river
Of peace
And tranquility.
And yet,
Sometimes,
That river of power
Becomes blocked
By worries,
By doubts,
By discouragement.
It is in those times
Of difficulty,
If we are wise,
We stop and watch,
And listen
To the thunder
Of holiness,
The lightning
Of sacrifice,
And the merciful
Raindrops
Of ever flowing,
Beautiful Grace.
When we do this,
Our hearts,
Our minds,
And our bodies
Become renewed
With a wonderful
Power of light
And blessing.
We can look
Our pain and struggle
In the face again,
And smile.
Solid feelings about a
Contingent future
Adds up to what?
And what about a
Future in the extreme,
At the end, perhaps
After the end?
Doesn’t our life really
Show itself to be
Nothing beyond
One chance after
Another?
Does it matter how
We feel about it,
Or what we think
About it?
Does that change
Anything?
Can we predict
The unpredictable?
Sure, there are
Patterns.
There is science.
But science cannot
Predict human
Action or interaction.
Humans are unpredictable.
And the number of
Possibilities of human
Emotion, psyche, not
To mention crazy
Forces of nature—
No, don’t listen to
The damn weatherman!
There are too many
Unknowns.
And the possibility
Of spirituality,
The force of life
Itself, where it
Comes from and
Where it goes,
That, my friend,
Nobody knows.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 