Sitting here One can count stars in the sky Sitting here beneath this inexplicable beauty My mind starts to think Suddenly the pain felt isn't so overwhelming No , there's no night too dark, That will dim down the star from illuminating No journey too difficult, where it will not guide us No path too long, Where it's radiance will not lead No soul too lost , That it's beaming light cannot reach No king too small, For that single star to shine upon Bringing all the world to silence Bringing all of heaven and earth yet, to their knees
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Lily of Peace
Happy Feast Day! Our Lady of Guadalupe pray for us...... November 17, 2011 Radiant and resplendent the weeping Rose, Seven swords through her heart Seven thousand sorrows Her tears glisten, catching the light she exudes As she places her hand, gently patting her womb Her mantle flows, like a sapphire brook adorned with silver stars, gleaming, glistening in the light The stream of light falling from where ever she is a beaming trail following a comet through the night sky Humble and lowly Simple and meek the meaning of Beautiful Lily of Peace Brilliantly you glow with such Love and delight for all your your children, Immaculate Conception, Our Morning Star, Ark of the Covenant Star of the Sea these salty tears which you weep Let them shower over this weary, restless soul of mine Oh Holy Mother of Our Saviour Watch over me
Twelve foot stained glass windows encase A little girl in an unfamiliar place Mural painted ceilings carry Inscriptions affixed to hymns Unknowingly she carries on her tiny lips In them she has seen where victory lies beyond the meadows of everyday lives Stained glass windows align Our souls... windows into eternity What braids these two together Faith birthed from agony? Is it organ’s sweet song that brings us to our knees the sacrifice, the offering? the heartfelt pleas or joy filled praises? Is it the all encompassing love changing our hearts, Our stumbling feet as we trip upon? Or is it the faith of a child that sees You and me Twelve foot stained glass windows encase A little girl in an unfamiliar place Mural painted ceilings carry Inscriptions affixed to hymns Unknowingly carried on her tiny lips In them she has seen where victory lies beyond the meadows of everyday lives Stained glass windows align Our souls... windows into eternity ...
Change
What is hope if it isn’t creating change What’s a fire if it doesn’t start with a flame What’s a tear if it doesn’t cleanse the hurt eating your soul away What’s a hand if you’re not reaching out to help someone What's a song without music, but words falling off a sheet What’s rain if you can’t run and dance in it What’s storm if thunder isn’t preceded by lightening What’s snow if you can’t make a snow angel and taste it on your tongue, just one time What’s a sunset with no color and light? What’s life without love? Just aimless existence, anything but life What’s a Saviour without anyone to save What’ a challenge if there’s no fight no victory, no triumph No uphill climb No one said it would be easy but faith isn’t about questioning it’s believing... It’s making every second count even when you can’t find time It’s loving til it hurts it’s forgiveness and mercy it’s in saying that one word it’s getti...
there’s a deafening silence so loud I can’t hear myself think echoing down these empty hallways the blank white covers walls of memories When pain becomes so familiar It’s forever knocking at your door loneliness has become your best company See there once was a story unfolding like footprints covered by the ocean’s tide beneath it time kept flowing but never seen on either side This silence can get so loud It’s enough to drive a crazy man wild memories can seem so alive this life in the past can make you blind When your favorite guest is an empty chair best listener a ghost you don’t even know is there It’s like an open wound that won’t stop bleeding time drowned out by bloody despair because when the sun comes up at three am you find comfort costumed as agony the best harmonies are heard in the sound of tears you’ve cried Let hope becomes the song's reprise See there once was a story unfolding like footprints covered by the ocea...
Sunset
There's a thorn in my heart From everything I've been deprived of There's a hole in my hand From the pain , your pain offered up, strand by strand There's bruises on my shoulders From the weight borne for so long Every passing day Another life, blown away Every day that's passing Brings this once blazing fire Closer to a smolder And the thorn in my heart Digs ever deeper Hole in my hand Gapes ever wider Hope weeps With each passing day Little by little Faith sinks One becomes nothing more Than an elusive memory Like a sun that's already set Colors fading off into infinite distance We can only wait to see What life will bring next ...
Life and Death
Life and death Such a fine line Dying to take those few breaths Wishing you could turn back time The frailty of this life What do you do when all you can do is wait Hoping the inevitable never comes Praying for another day It's killing me Each minute brings me closer to my going insane A heart cut open and bleeding Trying to bargain with fate I didn't want this day to ever come Hoped the nightmare wouldn't ever arrive Now helplessness is the hour hand In this race against time Minute by minute, I sit here waiting for something , A breath .... the smallest sign of life Like the scent arising from lilacs every single spring So will the mourning from my broken soul rise and sing Stories of love Stories of loss How strange that death should sing Ascending with the sweet fragrance Of life's delicate sting
What were you thinking as you looked down upon Watching us from heaven as the Father Watching us from high upon that cross As you hung? tears have all evaporated There are no words To say That matter now, There's nothing that will change it As you hang Above a tarnished people , Humanity They stand below you, Blinded by greed, pride and money Selling themselves for the senseless , Have they forgotten Our Lady's tears? What are you thinking As you see so much hate all the killing All the while Your wounds are still bleeding Father, what are you thinking
Through the roars of defeat , I'll lift my hands up toward My Strength, yes , His song I will sing In the eye of the storm, as the other side ambushes us, though my voice seems weak and gets lost in this sea of sounds , within the temptation from the roars of defeat , I'll lift my hands up toward My Strength, yes , His song I will sing I'm a run down warrior Wearied by this ongoing fight constantly, always before my eyes I've seen too much battle These images are forever imprinted within me Everything in me wants to scream Under these unchanging, overcast skies I'll lift up my hands towards my Strength Yes, his song I will sing
We're all looking for something Perhaps that's just it There's never enough We are self created addicts so comfortable living in the grey hue color exists beyond what we can control We just need to learn to trust and let go So self consumed We've become the child on that carton of milk On the ten o'clock news Lost Without any answers Without any cause We have lost our need for others And they're need for us Have we forgotten how to love? Are we so mainstream that we misplaced our passion, For a life of regrets and mistrust ? Given up on being the change Because it's much easier to blame Others for the failure in our lives We are a frail and fallen people Twisted , bent , and frayed there's always hope But change can't wait It needs to start now, Right Here , today Exploiting ourselves , For fifteen minutes of fame Has our craving for attention Rid us of our shame ? Has our q...
Mockingbird, I hear you call my name in the silence of the night Sometimes in the calm of rustling leaves others in my pain filled cries, supplications enfolded in tiny little offerings... And though this frailty and fatigue May pull me down I know my suffering is not in vain I know there's more to life than this pain Like the soft song heard admist Weeping in the night Tying together simplicity and divine Love crowned by humility Tears purify hearts In need of healing Peace comes from surrendering all It's a serene river before the major squall Because the war rages on Inside and out Despite my brokenness I will not Bow down To a life of regrets and shame I refuse to be ruled by doubt
What is LOVE Once it's trickled dry? Or like a barren tree The last autumn leaf Has fallen off your branch, brittle and dying Springs bubbling up from rocks Depleted of the waters once erupting Over the stones where you heard my humble plea Vanished , Evaporated What is love When not returned ? Is it not a response To a supplication The answer to our Deepest yearning ... A candle that patiently waits to be burned What is love Once faded away Like a color to a shade A quarter moon that reflects no light Just stays the same Day becomes equivalent to night Completely opaque What is love When not returned ? Is it not a response To a supplication The answer to our Deepest yearning ... A candle that patiently waits to be burned It is the sweet scent Of the blossoming rose It is the gravity that Keeps the pendulum swinging From left to right It the fragrance to our otherwise Seemingly dull and ordinary lives ...
when the light has dimmed it’s fuse burnt out the stars drenched in a dark coat of doubt up with no escape Please think of me let me hold your hand when you’re stumbling Tears have washed away every ounce of joy that existed Hope is forgein, minutes become an eternity I will help you stand together we’ll dance Forget about the world around you Surrender the oppressing weight Turn off your mind, keep your eyes on me listen to the beat Take my hand Let’s dance til the stars decide to break into song, and shine Til the pain is no more Til joy returns to this forsaken space
Beyond the looking glass Worlds start to fade Who I am isn't who I seem to be My past is ever present So visible and susceptible to insecurities Beyond the looking glass I am face to face with me Beyond the looking glass we are all the same Saints in battle Trying to hold on to Things too big for us to handle Beyond the looking glass There's a way There's a way Rocky and narrow There's a twisted notion Of what beautiful is Those lies ate away at me To leave these chains behind And walk again free Through that looking glass Stands who I am and who I want to be Glancing up I see Two eyes, quite familiar Dead, pain-filled stare Hands open, Through the looking glass he stares