My heart hears your song
I feel your tears on my brow
Your sounds of fear ring in my ear
And yet my lips speak in stanzas of hope
I see sweetness in their eyes
Colored by glimpses of despair
I see smiles on their faces brighten
Traced by shadows of pain
What lies beyond the horizon
I cannot know
And yet I do know that beyond the horizon
Lay the answers to our prayers
We bring in each new day of light
On shining rays of morning
We send out each past day
Looking still for more brightness this night
The trumpets of triumph will resound
The horns of victory will ring out loud
The drums of a new beginning will boom anew
The chorus of people will sing all over again
— 2003
Your Eyes
Your eyes are full of light
Shining, bright and clear.
In your eyes I see reflections
Of your heart: the joy and sadness
Showing therein.
Your eyes tell the story of your life,
Your passion and compassion and faith.
They show the tenderness of your heart
And the resolution of your mind.
In your eyes, I see your hopes, your
Dreams, your aspirations. Your eyes tell
Your capacity for love and for friendship.
Your eyes tell such a wonderful story of
The person that you are.
— 1994
Your Song
It is the melody that floats in your head,
Telling about the essence of you.
That profound siren of peace,
That harmony of tranquility.
In that space of time, you tread where
angels dare - reaching a state of bliss.
Each time you are near the edge
You hum your song in your heart.
It makes you soar high above,
hiding among the clouds.
It puts you in a state of grace and
in a triumphant season.
But perhaps the sweetest strain of your
song is that which gently brings you off
the clouds again; not allowing you to
come tumbling down.
For in that song you find your self to be true.
Your song sings of you and all that you are.
But most importantly, it puts you at one
with your self - in a state of
serenity.
— 1994
An African Mother
Down in the valley,
Well down in our land,
Deep in that soil,
That rich black earth,
A daisy came to bud.
In that place of trials and tribulation,
In that place of toil and torment,
In that place of our mothers' tears,
In that place where our fathers die,
A daisy grew.
There from that root soil,
From way down in Mother Earth,
A daisy flowered,
Shining its perennial rays,
Bringing forth new life.
This daisy, this creation of God,
A blessing, a source of strength,
A fountain of life, a spring of nurture,
A comforter, a solace,
A bright sign from earth to the stars.
Its yellow flowers blossomed year after year,
Its green leaves offered stillness of peace.
Lush grass all about,
Verdant pastures of nature,
It stood shining in radiance of beauty and color.
Hear birds sing songs of tranquility,
Listen to melodies of serenity.
Understand that God's peace abounds in multitude,
And like this daisy, you too can bloom,
And offer life and hope.
At life's twilight,
At the dusk of time,
When dawn shall not come again,
For the evening tide does rise,
This daisy, this font of faith, finds its rest.
We receive our blessings,
And give God thanks.
Our lives have been touched,
And our hearts gladdened,
For we shared its fragrance.
It's flowering rays, bright and shining,
Shall remain our flare;
Its radiant blossoms shall be perennial.
As life's hourglass ticks away,
We know peace with blessed assurance.
