Back to the sky.

The unexpected burst of waters

Diving - freely to the earth

Suspended, in the awe of our mind.

And above... the brewing clouds stir,

As the heavens- rumble echoes across the valleys of the sky.

Breaking away, like two friends pulled apart

The mourning clouds give way to golden sun.

We stop. We stare

We search.

For an answer

Grey Ocean

Grey Ocean of fears.

Faith flies over steep waves, grabs

Golden crests.

Before gushing hope... percolates

Back, through sea-bed holes.

Wings of the Wind...             

Majestic in Holy splendor,

Grounded and poor.

An army of angels commanded,

Feet, that walked upon the floor.

A voice that shook the heavens, a gentle whisper

Of a prayer, to know the score.

And He was seen upon the wings of the wind,

And his footprints,

Were seen upon the sand, of the shore.

Olden pages           

When I turn the olden pages, and catch ,

A glimpse of the Eternal, Rock

Of Ages,

Something inside of me excitedly bows,

Wow, For what a wonderful God,

He is. 

Anointing at Bethany 

You came, and anointed my head with oil.

Preciously, preparing me

Before, my burial. Tenderly affirming my worth, carefully

Administering your love.

For the women who was, she still is now, for, here

Lies your memorial, in words.

Dont' Mourn

Don't Mourn  for me, now that I'm gone

I’ve been given an absolute measure, of life

To sing my song.

I’ve done all, that I came here to do,

I’ve made my mark, seen my dream come true...

Don’t mourn for me

Now that I’m gone,

Know that I’m in heaven, my spirit

Lives on.

In all things,

Rest assured, be at peace

And celebrate