Many people,
Choose,
A thousand distractions,
As excuses,
To fill,
The cup of their lives,
And turn from You,
Not knowing,
That death,
Is knocking,
At the door.
If only,
They could,
Hold still,
For just one second,
Your kiss,
Would put an end,
To suffering;
Waking them,
To the joy,
And,
Limitless wonder,
Of,
A grace-filled,
Life.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
THE SONG OF THE BIRD
In the dark stillness,
Of the pre-dawn morning,
A bird is calling.
The pure sound,
Flying through,
The door,
Of my open heart.
You are welcome,
My little friend,
Having arrived,
Laden with sweet messages.
These sacred gifts,
Are offered,
From the source of Love,
And can only,
Be opened,
In the fragrant silence,
Of,
A grateful heart.
Of the pre-dawn morning,
A bird is calling.
The pure sound,
Flying through,
The door,
Of my open heart.
You are welcome,
My little friend,
Having arrived,
Laden with sweet messages.
These sacred gifts,
Are offered,
From the source of Love,
And can only,
Be opened,
In the fragrant silence,
Of,
A grateful heart.
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