Christmas

Posted December 25, 2014

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The story of a world saved,
a man holding our hand
Guiding us with a new way of thinking
and a great sacrifice made

His love song began
With a star, sweet parents, wise men,
and salvation born on a manger’s floor
a great awakening unto man
a blossoming of consciousness like never before
a brighter light shone on God’s plan

He lived a life worthy of our praise
An example for you and I to follow
his encircling arms, and lasting embrace
a reminder that we are full, perfect, and not hollow
We are children of the sacred, armed with trust and light

The story of our life is whatever we make it
so let us give thanks and let our spirits take flight
with the transcendent joy in his story writ
a time spanning classic of love at first sight

Halcyon

Posted December 23, 2014

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I pour out
I fill up
All that is given is saved
Be still sweet cup
And, together, be raised

Go Big

Posted December 17, 2014

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Everything rhymes
rhyme everything
The physics are just waiting
For you to get with it,
Use this cosmic math
make something out of nothing
give form to this and all time
Don’t you see?
It’s all music!
Every sound ever heard
You can pick and peruse it.
This gift is yours
Even if you refuse it
Whatever song you want sung
Whatever needs to be done
Just do it
Swirl it up in gorgeous tornado
while you can still choose it
let them marvel at your influence.
Scatter the pieces of everything everywhere,
Show us that you really blew it
Make them wonder how they got through it
Then bring it all back to everything
A perfect rhyme so settling,
We just fade into it

Grace

Posted December 16, 2014

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Hold onto this now as if yesterday was just a dream and tomorrow, a construct, built by the quality of this embrace.

The medium of the art of living is a spectacular substance depending fully on your artful hand and heart to realize its most sacred space

Long Run

Posted December 8, 2014

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whatever I’ve done

whatever I may do

I will always come back to what’s true

and when the battle within me is won

I will return and make it up to you

Anchor

Posted December 6, 2014

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even though it seems that my heart forgets the song I must remember that it is always humming with the love in the air and on the lips of those with whom I speak and in the eyes of those that pass. Even though it seems that my ears can not hear it, the song is always playing, it is the tree that mistakenly believes it is alone, not making a sound as it falls. We hear you sweet tree, your crash landing reverberates so bitter-sweetly creating many beautiful, multifaceted stories witnessed and experienced by all. The journey to rock bottom is not necessary to the song but helps those of us lost to find it. The only definite in the music is the destination, a pure singular tone that washes away all of the tiny details of up down tree and rock. A tone that returns us to each other and boils it all down to perfection. close your eyes and allow yourself to embrace the anchor of you to all, the song to which we may not always remember but can never really forget Ommmmmmm………

Bread

Posted December 5, 2014

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Money makes ears hear better,
makes eyes see things that aren’t there
it imprisons our spirit within the complicated riddle of the debtor
It is a ghost that haunts everyone, everywhere

My Sweet Home

Posted December 2, 2014

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My Sweet Home

excuse my ebb on this dandy day
this Georgian air has taken my breath away
those mountains filling my eyes so lovely
the Sweetwater is especially sweet
the summer sounds, so heavenly
the fresh picked peaches make the most of this treat
I crack my pecans and savor the summer,
sip sweet tea and reminisce on the seasons
It was quite a winter, mild and filled with wonder
a perfect autumn for so many reasons
the colors were especially pleasant
the crisp air, brisk
that sweet Georgia spirit is positively transcendent!
Like the dandelions and showers of spring
our smiles come so quick
accompanied by hey y’all and how are things?
That baby bear air is just the trick
to chase away the blues and make our hearts sing
then comes the heat and who could forget the humidity
it’s a special gift if you allow yourself to receive it
It brings you inside revealing a true treasure brilliantly
The wealth of Georgia is really the people it befits
A beautiful diverse sort full of love and laughter
robust spirits brimming with ingenuity
helping hands and goodwill to the rafters
The source of my ebb this day
is an embrace of Georgia at it’s finest
No time for dismay though
I can feel the invigorating southern flow right behind it