Thriving Outside the Box

Sometimes we live outside the box,
That’s how a garden grows.
Sometimes we live outside the fence,
Beyond the sculpted rows.
Sometimes we live where we should not,
Out where the rough wind blows,
Sometimes the place our lives take root
Is not the one we chose.

But still we live outside the box,
Beyond the garden fence,
And still we bloom and flourish there
Without all the pretense.
We grow and thrive where we take root,
Despite all common sense,
Because the garden is so small
And life is so immense.

Gifts from God, June 28th 2008

From Clouds and Water,
The Sun Breaking Free:
The Hunter Indulged in
A Stroll By The Sea:

Golden Sunshine,
Joy and Mirth:

The Magical Mixture:
Of Colors and Earth:
Roses and Peonies
by the Garden Gate:
The Sun Through the Trees
as the Day Gets Late:
And as the Sun Begins to Retire:

Paddling on a sea of fire!!

The Soft Nights of Summer

Shhhh, she softly whispered,
Just listen to the night;
The murmur of the passing stars,
The rustle of the light,
The quiet humming of the moon
Amid the sleepy broom,
The wind brushing its fingers through
The fragrant rose’s bloom.

The summer is upon us now,
The spring is almost past.
The long, light days of summer time
Linger, but they won’t last;
And then the chill of autumn nights
Will touch the dying bloom,
But for right now the summer breeze
Whispers outside my room.

No More Songs of Sorrow... For Now

No more songs of sorrow now and no more escapes to pain
It’s time to face the sun again, to walk out of the rain
It’s time to know that what is past has past and is now gone
It’s time to live a different day, to sing a brighter song.

A Glimpse Inside the Pain

I glimpsed inside your heart last night
I saw the fear and pain;
I know what drives you to rage on,
To strike out yet again
I know the hope that holds you here,
The fear that won’t let go,
The anguished pain that drives you mad,
That you dare not let show.
I know the secret that you hold
There, deep within your heart,
And it may not excuse the rage
But it’s a place to start.

If a Tear Falls in the Forest....

The Dryad weeps, her tears uncontrolled
Sorrow spilling in falls down the face of her grief
Bitterness burning her soul, searing her heart;
The bitter gall of torment that only family can raise

The Dryad weeps, tears pooling in emptiness,
In hollows where laughter had danced just minutes before;
Bruised darkness, seeping shock and sorrow
Into the dying light of lost happiness

Why does she care, why does she come
Why does it matter to her that it doesn’t matter
She is but a thought, forgotten moments before.
And the darkness grows and sorrow pools
Then spills in falls down the face of her grief
The Dryad weeps, but who can see her tears for the trees.

Revelations - Battered by the Winds Life

I prayed you would watch over me
As I faced each new fear;
I always cried out for Your help
And begged You to be near.
I never had the strength it took
To face each fight alone
And every stormy wind that blew
Just left me tossed and blown.

I prayed that someday I would find
Some courage of my own
To face the darkness and the wind
And all the fears I’d known
Without the need to call on You,
Without a cry or tear,
Without the need to burden You,
To always need you here.

And as I felt the prayer begin
To form within my heart,
I heard the answer come to me
Before my prayer could start.
I am not meant to be so strong
That I don’t look above
For help, and strength and guidance and
For Your enduring love

I know that I can face the winds
And I’ll endure the rain
Because You hold me in Your heart,
Because You ease my pain.
You take the shame of my mistakes
And wash away their stain.
You lead me out of darkness and
You bring me home again.