The Way

I remember searching for my people
Never being able to find them
Different people saying “Here we are.”
As if one were better than another
Yet, not finding a place among their ways

Years alone with no relation
Lost in a world unwanted, tearing me apart
Giving up on living, yet still breathing
Deep in isolation, darkness deepening
The air stale and humid, praying for relief

Then I said a prayer unlike the others
“Help me to trust you.” Everything changed
The darkness increased
Then a glimmer of light began to shine
Like that before the sunrise

In that moment all was lost
In that same moment all was gained
All options were taken away
Endless possibilities opened all around
Heart, once tense and closed, opened

Health regained, walking out to meet him
Through those crossing my path
Experiencing light where light didn’t exist before
From the bonds of death, the chains broken
Free to walk out
To meet my people always there
Like a curtain lifted from over my eyes
Revealing all I was searching for and more

Many don’t believe in miracles
Still they hope for them
Hoping for something more
Limiting themselves to worldly desires
They miss the truth of their passion’s fire

I know this all too well
A simple prayer changed it all
Much to my surprise
And, at first, a little to my dismay
As the doors opened up to reveal
The way and the truth and the life






Forward In Grace

The story of my life
Is not a good one
One that should be left behind
Not that I did anything terrible
Or despicable
It was merely painful
Nothing memorable
Better left in the past
As I move through the present
Into the future

Memories come and go
Passing through the mind
As unwanted visitors
Finding myself
Accommodating them
While wishing
They would go away

All the while
The past holds images
A map to the present
Getting to where I am
The world is an unkind place
Where people have to strive
To be merciful
It simply isn’t natural
My heart will be mended
As my path continues
Winding my way
Through the straits and narrows
Over mountains
Through deserts
Across rolling oceans
Unfolding in the grace
From above

Outside In

Movies make life seem more dramatic and exciting than it really is
Bored, many try to emulate what the see and experience on the screen
Even changing their looks to that of characters they admire
In the meantime, losing pieces of themselves and reality

Movies ignore, due to time constraints, the everyday lives of the characters
They must have a meal alone and go to the bathroom at some time
Yet all we see is the action, smoking, drinking and sex
Intensified drama to heighten feelings within the viewer
At times causing this intensity to enter their real lives
Until their own lives contain the dramatic intensity expressed upon the screen

I wonder if this leads to a kind of confusion for people who view movies
Their reality intertwined with what they view on the screen
Till life becomes stories on the screen portrayed by those who watch
Their lives written by others than their own selves
History also seems to be rewritten upon the screen

Maybe this is why it is so difficult for some to find themselves
Find the person they are looking at in the mirror
Understand who they are while living who they are
Because they are comparing themselves to what they see on the screen
Until there is nothing left but the emulation of fantasy in real life



Feelings deep and rich
Profound inner experiences
Caused by external interactions
Often causing confusion
Between the inner and outer life

Soft as a rose petal
Strong/enduring resolve
In a seemingly brutal/uncaring world
Naively used/hurt
Can only blame the self
For being who you are
Self hatred/destructive
Struggling to exist

Gentle touch
Caring heart
Understanding soul
Intense compassion
Priceless qualities
Often regarded as idealistic
No monetary value
To the society
That aches for/crying out
For these very things
Regarding them as weakness


In a selfish/self serving world
One can only live for themselves
Nothing else matters
But one’s own survival
Exploit/use/abuse for gain
Mock the weak
Fear age/death
Seek eternal youth
Desire merely to desire
Possess simply to possess
To fill the inner emptiness

Lying on soft green grass
Looking up to blue cloudless skies
Cooled by the shade of a willow tree
Listening to songs/birds singing joyfully
Quiet stream flowing near
Splashing fish darting/dancing
Peacefully absorbing life as it passes
A tear fills the eye
Upon the cheek moisture builds
Release from the pain/sorrow of humanity


The Seed

It’s strange to be strange
Different in many ways
That can’t be changed
Nor rearranged
While looking the same

Something inside
Where the heart resides
Reflects a different light
Seen but not described
Hidden within the origins of self
Like looking for black upon black
There but not revealed
Yet affecting everything

In youth
It caused much distress
As time passed
Brought insight
Into a world much larger
Than eyes perceive
Deep within
Where all is sin
The heart reveals
The true self
Held in contempt
Until one can only cry
“Why must I lie
Hiding all that I am
And all that I ever will be
Simply to satisfy
Your finite demands
And desires
While a true miracle unfolds
Like a seed in the soil
Bringing forth