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On a clear blue, wintry morning,
I gazed upon the neighborhood
In a quiet contemplation
Of the bright, white, frosty rooftops
Along December's sunlit streets.

I marveled at the joy it brought
To see each glimmering sparkle
Of light reflect upon my eye,
On this clear blue, wintry morning.

As the sun's warmth touched each shingle,
A transformation then began,
And I stared in dreamlike wonder,
Amid December's sunlit streets.

The frost seemed to embrace the beams
Of light the sun cast down on the… Continue

The Path

Now as the bright day star decreased its burn,
And the wheel of time revolved toward night,
My relentless musings had more to learn.

With wary words mixed into the twilight,
I spoke carefully to the evening air,
And though it was transparent to my sight,

My longing eyes were seeking everywhere.
Eagerly scanning the vanishing sky;
Asking aloud "Spirit, are you still there?"

"Be still" returned the voice in calm reply,
"You have only to look for me deep inside.
Your chamber of… Continue

The pen brings life unto the empty page,
Yet it does not write of its own accord.

We are nothing but a clay writing tool
Seeking to write our lives upon the blank
Pages of an undecided future.

Father, guide this pen to fill these pages
With words that are acceptable to you.

Hush now, my complaining heart, be silent!
Desist this pounding, pounding in my ears!
Must your ill tempered beat be so violent
To bang its war drums announcing my fears?
Retreive your molten anger from my face.
It burns with the hatred which I abhor,
And leads down the path to my disgrace.
A path I've traveled many times before.
Beat! Beat in time with God's sweet charity!
Pulsate with the desires of His will,
And then my heart, we'll find a rarity,
That our troubles will become silent, still,… Continue

In the clear of a summer night,
When stars dance with delight
Around the moons radiant beams,
I find myself lost in dreams.

A stranger strolls a mountain trail
Looking withered, weak, and pale.
He walks the edge of a precipice;
Peering into its dark abyss.

The stars adrift in moonlit skies,
Patiently watch with twinkling eyes.
Waiting in fields of ebony,
For him to choose his destiny.

With Heaven above and the abyss below,
The pilgrim ponders which way to go.

Driven by a restlessness,
Wander… Continue