Don't worry if you're making waves simply by being yourself. The moon does it all the time. ~ Scott Stabile
Silence sings
To the hungry soul
Baptizing night
In whispers of moonlight
Painting the morning
In a lemony sunshine
Breathing tenderness
On butterfly wings
Gentling the storm
With rain’s sudden visit
Warming the winter
By devoted fresh snowfall
Gathering the songs
Of falling leaves who call
Laughing through minds
Who hold onto their hope
Publishing poetic writes
On pages awaiting insight
Lighting the heavens
With a sense of praise
Overflowing sunset
In brilliant rays of tangerine
Loving the addition
Of grace and forgiveness
Leaving only healing
On the hearts who are willing
To listen to God’s spirit
Who will reveal His indwelling
Love like this is real
Filled with hope and giving
Second chances, new beginnings
Grace that is fulfilling
Assurance that salvation is given
To those who are willing
To follow God through time
Into eternity to find
Hope, faith and love
Are gifts from up above
And He has given us a peace
That can quiet the deepest grief
Love like this
Is the miracle of belief!
Whenever windstorms vaunt majestic force,
the elements of earth revise their face,
a flowing stream may even change its course
or yeasting agents alter claimant space.
Whenever windstorms vaunt a scouring sweep,
the earth responds with curling, naked shame
while trees and blossoms anchor down to keep
their coats from shredding in its spinner frame.
Whenever windstorms vaunt a blatant blow,
earth mother calls her creatures into play -
birds, fish and animals are pleased to stow
their strength and stand as solid, stabile clay.
Whenever windstorms vaunt tornado's turn
all nature bows and cedes before its breath.
and in its path, destruction, cold and stern,
whips past and scatters merely pain and death.
When windstorms vaunt a strident strain
to whittle down the music in our ears,
the sun comes forth and partners with the rain
to cushion sorrow, sweep away all tears.
So new and shiny
Such deep tread
So stabile and safe
Bump after bump
Mile after mile
Getting dirty and grimy
Caught the first flat
Plug in the hole
Much less tread
Did I take it for granted
Always got me there before
Another flat
Plug in the hole
Fix the road
No more flat
Wash you off
Old and shiny
Newer then before
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