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?

Concern: I Heard a Sigh

I heard a sigh upon the wind,
"Yes, God is good, but man has sinned."

"Forgive all man," was my reply
And then I heard another sigh.

"Cry out for children everywhere,
Those lost, alone, in deep despair."

The wind, it sighed; it knew I heard
As if delivered, was the word.

Another wind, another day,
The sigh for children seems to stay.

The sigh for love upon the wind;
The sigh to say, "All man has sinned."

The sigh to plead but for God's grace
In ev'ry era, time and place;

The sigh for children, young and old,
Those hurt and hungry, in the cold.
The sigh for peace and end to war;
The sigh goes on forever more.

The sighing wind will come and go
Lest we forget our love to show.

Listen to the sighing of the wind.

Poems For Children: "I'm Not Going to Bed"

The sun, waking up, was just looking around,
Saw all was not right; he did not make one sound.

The moon, standing still, was not fading away,
Although it was time for the breaking of day.

The stars stopped their twinkling and one softly said,
"Oh, what is the matter? The moon's not in bed!"

The moon stood there angry; would not go away.
"It's really not fair, cause the sun gets to play."

The sun was so stunned. "But I have work to do.
I waken the flowers; show pets at the zoo."

"But I can do that! I'm not going to bed!
Just go back to sleep now!" the grouchy moon said.

"The moon's staying up!" All the stars were amazed.
"Just go back to sleep now?" The sun looked so dazed.

"If you don't go to bed, you will be so tired,"
An old star said softly. He knew he'd get fired.

"There's no place for stars in the middle of day;
Ev'ry one knows that they must go away."

"I am the king," said the moon, "And I rule!"
"What kind of crazy?" thought the sun, keeping cool.

"You know Mother Nature's in total control;
It's she, who decides, for the earth as a whole."

The moon kept insisting on having some fun.
"What I really want is to jump and to run."

"At night, there are shadows; the night is so still.
Why can't I stay up? When I want to, I will!"

"You want to stay up? Oh my, what will we do?"
The moon burst out crying, soon sun and stars, too.

"What kind of a day is this destined to be?"
"I don't know," the sun cried, "But soon we shall see."

The sun stayed in bed and went right back to sleep.
The stars hung there gently, not making a peep.

The moon roared with laughter, "I really do reign;
I rule both the night and the day once again."

And so, the moon hung there, up high all the time.
The sun stayed in bed as it just could not climb.

The day was too dark for the flowers to grow.
The pets at the zoo hid; they too, would not show.

Then one little boy, who was tired of sleep,
Cried out to the sunshine, "Oh, why won't you peep?"

"I'm in my pyjamas and here I must stay.
I want to get up! Make that moon go away!"

"I'm waiting and waiting. Oh please, do get up!
It really is morning. I must find my pup!"

My mommy and daddy, they must get up too!
Oh sun, please get up as we have things to do!

But the moon stayed high, hung there day after day,
"I am the moon and I'll never go away!"

The sun awakened when he heard that young voice,
"I am so rested, I can really rejoice!"

"Oh, I am so tired," the weary moon said,
"But if I would stay king, I can't go to bed."

He was really weary; became a half moon,
Then only a quarter and fading too soon.

The moon in full splendor, just bright for a while,
Was secretly snoozing and soon lost his smile.

Old Mother Nature was still watching there too,
"I see what's happened. I know what I'll do."

"You must be punished. You won't go to bed,
So I will just make you a half moon instead."

The moon looking stunned, did not know what to say,
"You mean that my other half's going away?"

"You are so dark and you think you are the king,
I want some laughter. I want children to sing."

"If you wish to argue, I can still make you less.
You just want to rule, so come on now confess."

"I'll give you one cycle; you'll wax and you'll wane.
Now get off to bed as your dim light's a pain."

The sun jumped up quickly from his nice, warm bed.
"I've had such a good rest," the happy sun said.

"The sun rules the day and the moon rules the night
And now there'll be peace. That's the end of the fight!"

"But as for the moon, it's to wax and to wane;
It will never rule day or cause any star pain."

"Remember it tried, but from now, evermore,
For the sun and the stars, I've evened the score."

The moon was so weary, he went right to sleep.
The sun had forever, its own place to keep.

The moon slept and slept; he did not just have fun,
Not e'er in the land of the bright midnight sun.

"Awaken, oh moon," there are some who still say,
"We just get so weary when life is all play."

Now sometimes the moon still peeks out in the light,
When the sun is supreme, the moon brings delight.

The stars are now twinkling, once more as they should,
The sun's always shining so bright, it feels good.

The flowers have blossomed. The pets at the zoo
Are all so delighted, they know what to do.

The little boy's growing and sings once again.
Love laughs up on high and says, "See, I still reign."

The day that the moon would not go to bed.