Here is a new poem about the soul….
If my heart had windows
Perhaps you’d see my soul
The one that last forever
With stories still untold
Adventures by the thousand
Both happy and forlorn
Each starting a new chapter
Whenever I’m reborn
They all will be an epic
A tale of their own time
As I dance along the universe
Within this soul that’s mine…
A Poem from February 2009
IN AN ANGELS ARMS
HELD IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL
I WILL SLEEP IN PEACE TONIGHT
FOR NOTHING CAN IT HARM ME
WITHIN THIS DREAMY FLIGHT
THE WORRIES THAT HAVE VEX ME
AND CHASED ME ALL THE DAY
WILL QUICKLY FADE TO NOTHING
AS THROUGH THE NIGHT I SWAY
NO STORM IN ALL ITS TEMPEST
CAN BRING TO ME ITS FEAR
FOR HELD IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL
MY RESCUE IS SO CLEAR
I’LL NEVER BE FORSAKEN
OR LEFT TO BE ALONE
AS ONWARDS IN MY JOURNEY
I HEAD TOWARD MY HOME
THE ONE I SEE SO BRIGHTLY
WITHIN MY ANGELS EYES
THAT PROMISES ME SUCH MOMENTS
IT MAKES MY PASSION RISE
HE’S DRESSED IN ALL HIS GLORY
SO SURELY IT MUST BE
THE ONE I CALL MY GUARDIAN
THROUGHOUT ETERNITY
Idle Thoughts 4
Each day is a portal to endless possibilities
It is impossible to know all of life’s possibilities…
I always think it is strange that the first three letters of the word Funeral spell out the word FUN…
You should give thanks everyday to each and every cell that makes up your carriage of life which you call your body
For each and every one is giving you the chance to wander this earth…
Life is like electricity
You can see what it does
But you have difficulty figuring out
how it really works…
Those who made bold statements about the universe and how it works
Our but children in a kinder garden class…
Everything in nature talks,
it is just we don’t seem to have the time to listen…
The greatest gift we give away.
Always comes back with profit.
That is love…
No one is truly lost
They are merely misplaced in time…
Thought to Ponder-“Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”- Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Music on You Tube – Vaughan Williams-Lark Ascending
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