Late Night Calling

Midnight approaches, the night calls to me,
"Come out in the starlight, dance by the sea
And let the moon clothe you in velvet light...
Oh, Come out and dance with the stars tonight."

A Good Morning To Sleep In

I tried to stay in bed today,
My one chance to sleep in,
But the morning tugged at my sleeve
And I had to give in.

The mist was soft against the sky,
The inlet swept in gray
And not a breeze ruffled the trees;
The perfect sleep in day!

But who knows what might happen soon,
The sun might tinge the sky,
Or a flock of Canada Geese
Might rise and fly right by!

And I’d be lounging in my bed,
Wrapped up in flannel dreams,
Where I would miss the morning’s sights…

Plus I can’t sleep, it seems!


See what I mean?!

A Morning Song of Praise

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The morning stirs from sleep

The Lord renews His pledge to me

That I am His to keep.

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The breeze’s voice is still

The Lord whispers that He loves me

He says He always will.

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The water’s smooth as glass

The Lord will hold me through this pain

He knows that it will pass.

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The mist lifts from the trees

The Lord sees all my sorrows and

He heals all that he sees

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The rain no longer falls

The Lord has dried my weary tears

He hears when my heart calls

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The morning’s peace is Grace

The Lord has filled me with his love

He turns to me His face.

Songs of praise lift up my heart

I rise to face the day

The Lord will walk each step with me

Because He knows the way.

Cloudy Dreams

The whole world's drifted off to bed
And I shall follow soon;
Where I will dream of drowsy stars
And of a sleepy moon,
Their heads in cloudy pillows laid
While breezes softly croon
Of nights long past when they were young
And days that came too soon.

Mist and Mystery

Like Wool in a Carding Comb

And the mists wove through the trees like wool in a carding comb...

Sisters in the Darkness

In the morning, before the rising of the sun,
the Dryad called longingly to her sister
as she passed by on her ceaseless journey.
A whisper in the darkness, a sorrow, a drifting cloud.
And then she was gone in the burning glow of the rising sun,

Misty Lullaby

Before the morning sun awakes
The mist is still and deep,
It wraps the inlet in its arms
And lulls it back to sleep.

Life on a Wing and a Prayer

Living Life on a wing and a prayer
Facing it knowing that He is there
Walking on faith, holding to grace
And denying the pull of despair

Jeanette McNamara

I know there’s peace outside my door,
I see it where I stand.
It’s in the quiet morning chill,
The waves that smooth the sand,
The evergreens in misty shrouds,
Ducks on a glass smooth strand.

Yet in my head, inside my heart,
There is no peace at all;
I listen for its gentle voice
And hear but sorrow’s call.
You roused such anguish in your wake,
A bitter, tortured squall,
And now my world is dark and cold,
My heart, shriveled and small.

I miss you and my broken heart
Will likely never heal.
I can’t believe you’re truly gone;
It still does not seem real.
I cannot dream, I cannot hope
I cannot even feel.

I pray that you are warm and safe
And wrapped in God’s sweet grace.
I weep that I can’t see again
Your precious angel’s face,
Or hear your laughter, your dear voice,
Or feel your warm embrace.
Your death has torn from me, Jeanette,
A friend I can’t replace.

Though peaceful mists slip through the trees,
Great sorrow my heart sears,
While winter ducks swim peacefully
My eyes are filled with tears,
And I suspect they will be still
Through many passing years.

I love you, I miss you and I pray that you have found peace and grace, sweet sister.