BEYOND REASON

By wisdom only time can know I seek the choicest life to grow,
and though my soul can hear the hum of distant songs that may be sung,
a deeper, darker vault resounds the travesty of lost rebounds.

Again the bread of life is leavened:

Silent pain,

Deep joy,

Deafened youth,

And ageless dreamer state.

These sad and happy realms equate
until
no reasoning perfects acceptance of what life begets.

ONE FINE EVENING

The whippoorwill sang just for me and crickets chimed along.

The family of the earth all know when I'm in need of song.

The moon refused to shine tonight when its hour came to rise,
and left, instead, a sober mood hung lonely in the sky.

A mighty trumpet from the wind drew out a soulful moan
and caught my spirit by surprise, reminding me of Home.

Then fireflies rose like tiny, silent beacons in the night
and danced around that shadowy mist,
while I smiled in delight.

PEACE

A gift from above, it's raining outside... a quiet, soothing sound.
The peace which passeth understanding, tranquilly falling down.

I understand my brothers tears, they harmonize with mine.
And I remember feeling scorned by gray and clouded skies.

Yet, truly the Master commanded them to reveal what I held inside.
In joy or sorrow, according to need, obedient heavens cried.

Then I felt His love was true and prayed I know in time.
Now I know a loyal grace reigns for me inside.

A LITTLE GROWTH

The geraniums outside my door brave the slaughtering rains
with more courage and strength than I wage against a single cloud.

Tomorrow, cleansed of grime and dead petals,
the blossoms will rally the sun from slumber, begin new growth.

Perhaps I'll rise early, sit out in the backyard and help with the chore.

Maybe grow a little ...

SALVATION

Faith is multifaceted, though its qualities are easily discerned.
This capable mind and heart of soul knows the difference between Flesh and Spirit.

Now my heart takes comfort in spring's evolution from winter.
Without fear, confusion or loneliness,
I know Love has come in due season.

It is this love that cultivates, through He who holds the bloom.
So passion is fulfilled through growing and living.
And merely to cope, at best, is discontentment.

The blessing of his instruction, so lovingly delivered,
lends beauty and charm to those who appreciate the value,
without bondage or constraint.

Salvation lies within this freedom:
to be and to become.

FOR THE FATHER

Some are trying to push back time, while others need constant speed.

And I've heard from some who seem to imply a kind of total transcendence.

But ever the gradual learner, I study the lesson of now,
by the Kind Old Light who showed me and gently taught me how.