Listening

I listen for God in the wind and the trees
and the sunlight dappling through the leaves
and in the rippling light on waves
of liquid reflective streams and lakes

As I am now, so once was He.
And who am I to disagree
with One so infinite and wise
who shows His love for many eyes?

Who can see wind or knows all truth?
Who separates age from youth?
Who finds the worlds left behind
existing only in the minds?

God's love made the human race
God's love is the glue
There are no pieces with no place
there are no parts without value.

Find the value, learn the cost
don't let any piece be lost
Let not the weak fall before the strong.
Everyone belongs.

Aloof

I saw your face many times through my life
always through changing eyes
without involvement or expectations
without faith in your heart

Lives like smooth ribbons woven between
some barely touching, some intertwined
some loose, unraveling, in shreds
some never cross never touch at all

And you isolated, of lofty mind
always beyond what I might feel
still give the gift of inspiration
but never any hope at all

Let God be my hope and my only friend
My giver of time or loss
and burn away the brokenness
save whatever's left...

Let me find my inspirations
in people and places with hope
Where God is God and all are welcome
to peacefully exist

Struggles

One of the struggles in life is the influence of memories and how we react to them. We can be affected by the memories of others, not just our own.

has to grow

Watching the band
I pass back through time
back to a world
that no longer exists

Where did it go
the reasons and rhyme
buried in things
in tables and lists

Where do we find
the life left behind
the world we reject
that loves and protects

Now we have ways
to fly fast and far
to run away from
the feelings of pain

We live for our things
our houses and cars
while feelings we need
wash down the drain

And we are all parts
in a giant machine
we've all lost our hearts
and we're getting mean

And what will it take
for us to know
that love can't be bought
love has to grow.

Variables

I don't want any more variables
I want my values satisfied
Only the whole set of solutions
will make my equation true

There are so many variations
but only one fits this equation
This equation is conditional.
I don't want any more variables.

winter frost

The butterflies all flew away
and spring might come again someday
but who knows now when that will be.
This winter frost is killing me.