Thunderstorms

Rolling in the skies and darkness that beckons the storm

Thick black clouds gather together into an ominous form

Gods rolls in deep thunder and clap together their hands

And who on this earth can predict their very sordid plans

These are days you run, hide and pray in mercy to abide

So Long Waiting for You

So long waiting for you, wrong for debating loyalty to your royalty,

Is it for me to say I will see you today than to serve as you deserve?

Or shall I complain of the pain of absence as if it were an offense?

Or be so bold to say your hold on me is completely voluntary?

No, no, I will wait while I satiate my appetite with religious rites,

Crowing toward heaven, knowing you hear, wanting you near,

Burning incense, feeling intense, not wanting to cause offense,

So long waiting for you . . .

So long waiting for you . . .

Roll the Dice with Layers of Prayer

Happily taking chance and the Table of Life,

Be nice, throw the dice;

Spinning the wheel to reveal Fortune’s hand

O’er wandering band, flowing time’s sand;

Never stopping, always hopping,

Hoping against all hope, stroking sensitive ego,

Refusing to let go, roll the dice one more time,

But this time pray the Lord save the day

Rescue from dismay, this life made of clay;

Amen and Amen.

A Gravel Road Called Glory

An old man once told me a story

About a gravel road called glory

In an esoteric but grand oratory

So I listened to the man so hoary

He said it was a hard road to travel

Your bare feet get cut on the gravel

Yet every step is on sacred ground

But long’s the way without a sound

Why would anyone want to go?

Why would anyone even show?

This is what I wanted to know

As I looked at the falling snow

With a twinkle in his eyes he said:

‘It’s the ending where you begin again, son

It is the path where you’ve ever just begun

And, yeah, it’s certainly a life rife with pain

But each step you take is a universal gain’

So I found that road called glory

And I have just begun my story

But I’ve walked for many miles

And have had my share of trials

And so sometimes I wonder why

Why should I even bother to try

And I stoop down low and sigh

And I lay down ‘n pray and I cry

But then I remember what he said:

‘It’s the ending where you begin again, son

It is the path where you’ve ever just begun

And, yeah, it’s certainly a life rife with pain

But each step you take is a universal gain’

And it’s been a hard road to travel

My bare feet are cut by the gravel

Yet every step is on sacred ground

Along this way that’s glory bound

Because . . .

An old man once told me a story

About a gravel road called glory

About a gravel road called glory

Travel, Relax, Rebirth

Travel, relax, unravel and heal such deep wounds you should be dead

Begin again, even in pain, take the first step, and circumvent Hell’s web

Speed through countries and continents, now cognizant and confident

For this is your time to shine, soul design, goldmine of the spirit, fine wine

Stay close to the shoreline, refine your heart, make yourself the better part

Unravel and heal in eternal travel, deepest wounds fading without evading

End of the journey just the beginning, now worthy, no longer pinning

Life infused everlastingly, without vanity, changing drastically . . . for good

Sweet Sole Spirit of Life

Move so gently ore the deep in soul depth of my keep

An unilluminated world waiting for your bright light

Streaming thru opened floodgate of innate radiance

To belong wholly to you as new creation in formation

Neath your ethereal wings bringing life to lifelessness

To ever abide in your shadow as one suppliant bride

So compliant, never defiant, always reliant upon you

Sweet sole Spirit of Life