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This Phoenix Speaks

Seven years in the making, my first published book, This Phoenix Speaks , is now a reality. The tireless and tiring work invested to ma...

getting through


Sunlight is getting through every single day
Even though the clouds are heavy without a break
The light permeates the heartbroken landscape
Even if through pinholes in the persistent dark

Light and dark take turns these days
Yet the light will always win
With every shining ray of warming sun
Yet still we keep turning back forgetting how this goes

Spring reminds us
Dragging us into the warmth of God's love
Shouting at us to look at all the happiness
Waiting for us to soak it up and hold on for more

Spring and sunlight
Getting us through
If we will let them
Show us the way to Him 

can we


Can we just go back or fast forward
Can we reach behind to grab some joy
Can we pack it in a basket to use right now

Can we step aside and let this pass
Can we take a road that is not ours
Can we walk together again soon

Can we hold onto something we have yet to see
Can we reach for something we do not know
Can we change the trajectory we were on for good

Can we grasp the idea of tradition made new
Can we generalize our joy into the everyday
Can we move with authenticity and purpose for the future

Can we find a way to stop looking back
Can we look ahead with pure happiness
Can we pick up hope like pebbles on our path

Can we give more thought with our whole souls
Can we strive toward peace and harmony
Can we have peace on earth without a holiday

Can we love better
Can we reach higher
Can we be exceptional




discolored


It could have been so good
With every hue and line
Matching up
Making history
Caught on heartstrings
A genuine masterpiece
In the making
But it takes more than
A nice palette
To create a canvas
Worth holding onto
And it only takes
A few errant strokes
To discolor and disarrange
Something that could have been
So good




prepare yourselves


missing from the routine
created to gather more peace
like harvesting happiness
in spring everlasting

calling to us
beckoning to be ready
soon—it will be soon
to return and receive