Uncertainty: If I Whisper

If I whisper on the wind, where do my words go?
To the east, west, north or south?
How can I ever know?

If I would never whisper, where do my words go?
To clefts deeper in my soul?
How can I ever know?

If I whisper to the stars, where do my words go?
To the brightness of their light?
How can I ever know?

If I whisper to my love, where do my words go?
To the depths of his own heart?
How can I ever know?

If I whisper to the trees, where do my words go?
To the rustle of their leaves?
How can I ever know?

If I whisper to a child, where do my words go?
To another child in time?
How can I ever know?

We never know where our words go, but we know they move on.

Challenges of Love: They Say Diamonds are Forever

They say diamonds are forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
But if diamonds are forever,
Then they must be here to stay.

I think love will live forever,
Way beyond forever's day,
It's not diamonds as eternal,
No, no matter what they say.

Diamonds are a fleeting fancy,
Look and soon they will be gone;
But if love is your true diamond,
It will ever linger on.

So if you are seeking diamonds
And I know you always will,
Then just find the kind of diamonds,
That your life, with love, will fill.

Are you seeking the right kind of diamonds?

On Love: There are Those in Time Who Seek to Learn

There are those in time who seek to learn,
For knowledge true, they ever would yearn,
While others seek for some kind of bliss,
Not knowing what they will ever miss.

Some love to know about ev'rything,
With all of the secrets life can bring,
But others bound in their ignorance,
Relate to some barbarian dance.

It's our choice in time, to learn or not
And if we are doing what we ought,
We will ever seek for knowledge right,
With love as our focus, one true light.

If ignorance is what we would choose,
We have so much, even life, to lose.
Just pray that God will lead us today.
Ask for enlightenment and then say

'Thank you to those who helped to teach you
To walk in His pathways. What you do
And what you say will show ev'ryone
What work through you, love has now begun.

Love can teach those who want to learn.

Love Expressed: Sleep On, O Gentle Giant

Sleep on, O gentle Giant, while the morning breezes slumber. If we would haste to count your days, the years, we could never number.

Sleep on, O gently Giant, know early sunrise light will show, a new peace within each dawning, as Nanabijou love does glow.

Sleep on, O gentle Giant, Lake Superior's waters roll, from high waves to little wavelets. Its rhythm ever calms the soul.

Sleep on, O gentle Giant, you'll rest forever and a day. So much joy you shall awaken, in morning's beauty, you portray.

Sleep on O gentle Giant, your myst'ry ever shall run deep. Perhaps no one will ever know, all of the secrets you shall keep.

The Sleeping Giant sleeps on. 

Who I Am: I Can Draw You Closer

I can draw you closer than the blackest hours of darkest night, 

Penetrating and encompassing your weeping soul, 

To comfort you in your hour of total devastation and utter loneliness.

I can hold you tighter than the strongest cords of life or death, 

That bind with soft tendrils of warm, sincere compassion, 

To mend your hurting wounds and comfort your aching, broken heart.

I can touch you deeper than the longest, sharpest sword of tragedy, 

Piercing beyond the bones and marrow of your existence, 

To strengthen you with a warm ray of eternal love, to bring you to my self.

I can make you cleaner and purer than the wisps of feathered clouds 

That float so gently and graciously across the autumn sky 

And free you from a life of torment, pain, endless suffering and grief.

I can seal you in my heart with love, so strong that none

Can tear apart the very depths of being, the essential core of life itself. 

This is simply a claim by love for you and yours, for generations yet to come.

Love can draw you closer. 

Inspirational Poetry: Easter Morning

The quiet, peaceful, Easter morning arrives unannounced,
With its symbolic, empty cross still standing tall,
Forever having penetrated the darkness of the blackest night.
Our expectations are riding high, eternally perched on the wings of dawn.
New hope springs forth for eternal life and happiness.
A resurrection morning has already been decreed; it cannot be rescinded.
The spark of light breaking through the bare shadows of darkness,
Created by slumbering clouds on the distant horizon,
Solemnly declares a brand new day has begun.
The sleepy sun, slow to arouse, awakens in turn
A complex divergence of early morning rays,
Which seem to portray a soft image in the freshly fallen snow.
The shimmering pure light, glowing from the distance
Paints a picture that reflects the purity of new morning life;
Night has calmly given birth to new day once again.
The still icy waters glow with brilliant reflections,
Their light rays scattering, dispersing in all directions,
Like a spectrum of rainbow colors radiating through a crystal vase.
Resurrection ever certain, as always, a least forever and a day,
Predestined to proclaim once again, "The stone has been rolled away.
He is not here. He is risen. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

Easter morning proclamation offers a message of love

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Combat: Fair Playing Field

Fair playing field for games of war,
Where anger, strife and tempers soar.
Where guns and ammunition play
Out strengths and weaknesses of day.
Where armored tanks pass, jet planes fly,
Thus, blackening the earth and sky.
Where lives are spent, but no one cares
And if there's even one who dares
To stake his life or her life too,
The place becomes more like a zoo.
Where man's an animal, not free
And each must fight, if all would be.
Spectacular, that show has been

Like drama from a movie screen.
Soldiers, sailors, maimed, don't lust
For more of action; hate the dust
Of ashes strewn across the land,
Beg to return to home, their stand.
And if there still might be a place,
Where anger's grief there, shows no face,
What's left of war, one soon will find,
Has robbed each soul its peace of mind.
But beckoning behind new greed,
More threats of war, no mercy seed.
Fair place to play, a war games field,
Where fruits of war are still the yield.
Our ballparks, playgrounds, all have rules
And ball games too, not played by fools.
They're played with love; the game is real.
It is a game the players feel.
It's not who wins, who loses too
But how the game is played; that's true.
Fair playing fields for games of war;
One must insist, right to the core.
When man would play barbarian ways,
He'll see the tragedy of days.
The innocent, the poor, the child,
Oft battered in the wars, so wild,
Is victim to the unfair games.
Each country in its own way names
Its playing field and war plan too.
That's where war's battles should ensue.
The sacredness of human life
Should e'er transcend the game of strife.
If man does not hold tight to love
And values true, from God above,

Then life, more lives, will e'er be lost
While man himself will pay the cost.
Fair playing fields, for war play see,
Some grace, a new reality
And shame to man whose life is spent
In wasting others, or is lent
To destroy homes or places where
There is such tragedy, despair.
So wake up world! See what you do,
In truth revealed and shame to you.
If man be man and man of grace,
No matter in what time or place,
As humble, caring, loving, kind,
He will e'er offer peace of mind
And spend his time in humble ways
Prolonging life, throughout his days
And ever focused on love's joy,
Will find new projects to employ
Himself and others, for man's good.
Pursue this task? Yes, each man should.
Humanity and fairness real
Should ultimately bear the seal
Beyond the tragedy, the pain
Of endless terror's tragic reign.
The spoils of war, not of much worth,
In contrast to each new child's birth.

Are war games played on fair playing fields?