posted September 26, 2015 01:29 AM            

I've passed my life as a stranger, Lord,
Roamed far and foreign lands
Far, Lord, far, too far.

Only he who knows he's far from Home
Only he, Lord, understands
Only he who knows he's far from Home
Feels the earth and understands.

Sometimes a stranger did take me in
Then love, I thought, was near.
Love, Lord, where is love?

As the winds upon the desert sands
Whisper "Home," then disappear
As soft winds breathe on the desert sands
So love sighs, then disappears.

Sometimes a child laughed and I did pause
And dreamed of joys at home
Joy is, Lord, only a dream.

For what joy is there without Your smile
Empty like the ocean foam
For what joy is there without Your smile
You're the sea, all else is foam.

How long must I be a wanderer Lord?
You know where I belong
You know, Yes, Lord, You know.

Home is where my Lord's sweet Presence is
I've grown tired of stranger's songs
Home is where my Lord's sweet Presence is
Bless me that I hear Your songs.

posted October 16, 2015 11:00 AM            

How rare and Beautiful when you can see the results of your contributions before they get labeled 'posthumous', eh? (I don't think they're talking about the middle-eastern humus sandwich there either... O, don't mind my humor today.)

How much Beauty in others has died and been buried without its ever having been discovered and expressed, even posthumously?

I've had some crumbs of my life shown in some of my stories. It gives me an appreciation for Poets much more than I ever had. How RICH their contributions are to this world, to be able to put into words the sense of a moment or piece of Life-lived.

But then too, it takes someone poetic to be able to really appreciate another. Takes one to know one. So I guess it turns into a mutual-admiration and appreciation party.

How incredibly shallow and crusty and unawares persons are, in general, of the inner life that is available for them to access. It's all around them, and it is brought to an Open reality by the expressed word of a Poet's Heart.

That's why it's soooo important to keep the Arts in Education. They can keep life more bearable in a God-forsaking harsh world.

{{Hugging and deeply appreciating my Inspirational Beautiful-Souls here, today. And thank you to all Teachers and Mentors who release Gifts by their introducing us, baptizing us LOL, into the Soul-nurturing world of Arts. ... }}

posted December 26, 2015 07:10 PM            

Happy New Year 2016