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….
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…
The Birth of Idea
Resting in the space of silence, my thoughts emerge from shell reaching their freshly birthed hands sky-word., as I hear in creation a Heavenly Host shouting in jubilation,
“it’s a precious Idea you have in your hands…”
“I walk in the Morning shadows of greatness…. ‘
‘What an amazing Dawning of my Time!'”
“Destiny arises early from its slumber beckoning me to embrace its warmth…”
“So I seize its amazing grace!”
I wake up to get my taste up, time for time too pay up, and get it in, Fat Joe style,
“I’m all the way up!”
Putting demands on today, Commanding the morning, spiritual word play.
Staying on target, laser guided path painted and marked, no misfires, like the morning Sun my heart stays ignited.
Focused on my mission-
infiltrated the Fortress of Doubt, clasped its pillar’s, and ran out waving a high hand gripping the courage of a Dreamer-
Assassinating guilt and regret dissolving the old nature re-birthed into a Dream creator, while time passes by in a cloud of vapors.
Watching my ship come in, The only reason I’m at the Dock of the bay watching my mistakes roll away.
I guess I’m just killing time today…
A Fathers Silent Tear Drop
With Ms Hill in the background with Passion I write with a frown when I look down seeing
my young seeds grow in a World I hardly recognize anymore. A World without loved ones
and friends held in thought and memory clinging to the lessons they gave me, their love
saved me from thoughts wrapped in stone trying to drown me in a river flowing violent,
running with violence in tow trying to drag its victims low, but I sowed good seed with
deep roots so no matter how the current rages I keep these seeds and their hopes anchored
to pages where my spirit dwells in-between lines bordering hidden tears… “God Bless the
Fathers that fight with me to up lift this next generation past tragedy, and wipe away
these tears no Man can see…, as they depart from me… “