Opportunity in the Breeze
The dependable, all powerful, inhale the spirit riding the wind;
In the breeze-
In season, like the fresh blooming budding Rose receiving the heat from the Sun sampling the rain
Falling are the walls,
Now all I see is open potential so essential believing this Dream of a Visionary never varies.
I’m riding the waves upon the sea of time with a net grabbing mine….
Opportunity in the wind….
Into self, indulging in what’s been unearthed.
Rubies, Diamonds, and Jems hidden…
Deep in the darkness of shadow.
A treasure trove buried under ash, ruff, and coal dust. Busting through, too unsurface the beauty in this…
Refelction of Me..,
Hidden in Darkness…
Believe the attention given when a Dream is birthed through timid nerve’s too surface of Self, bursting into the Bright dawn of Hope… The Hope I see in the Mirror of.., Me…
I see myself in you my Sons. I see the expression from the faces of past generations. Threw your eyes I can face them and thank them for this torch I carry and will one day hand forward… Thinking of the Men I’m raising, Hoping this World changes for the better… So I threw on a cloak called ‘Salvation’ to brace its cold, charging through its Darkness in search of the beckoning Light… pointing the way, a path for Generations to follow… “Why Dad?” They ask… “Because I see you in Me…”
Dear Mr. past,
(That old man which clung to the looking glass, being an acting mask)
Truth has come to clash with your dimming point of,
Viewing every situation cloudy…
This is your forced Resignation-
No more debate-
I see the door open, my way of escape; I now claim the God given title, ‘MASTER OF MY FATE’…
OH, and you’re fired…
I recommend you discard some weight.
Pay more attention to every precious moment.
To every smile given;
To the laughter heard pouring from loved ones.., while they still can be heard…
If you do this Mr. Past,
If you comeback with the lessons learned..,
Just maybe your spot can be re-earned…
A Peace in Prayer
I look at the reflection of Soul and see an image I haven’t seen before…
I walk closer to the reflection, not understanding that, when I move closer-
I begin to change into the very image that beckons me close…;
Joy begins to overflow and compassion pours from eye’s whose seen the extraordinary….
“I AM with you!”
I hear, and a peace that I have never known washes over me….
I AM Home….”
TEARS of JOY
The puddles of tears build as waters flood from eyes who’ve seen the bright horizon of Hope..; So many tears have waited to fall- IN THE NAME OF JOY… They fall before the feet of Hope…