Things to Treasure

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The world spins quickly on its course,

The days go by so fast,

And all we've planned to mark each day

Will soon become the past.

 

So treasure all the little things,

And remember the grand.

That you may keep them forever,

Though time slips through your hand.

The Dark Half of the Year

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The dark half of the year is here,

The day is swiftly gone,

There is no respite from the dark,

But we must carry on.

 

The spirit of the dark whispers

Upon my roof all night

And wraps my dreams in winter mists

Void of even starlight.

 

It almost feels as if the night

Will go on endlessly,

But there is light just down the path

Beyond where I can see.

 

For soon the solstice will be here

And, from that long night on,

The days will grow into the light

And darkness will be gone.

 

Sometimes I complain bitterly

At summer’s endless light,

But right now it’s time to complain

About the long, dark night!

Of Dreams and Peace

 
As evening settles on the bay
the sailboats head for shore,
while wind chimes sing in the soft breeze
of the peace that's in store.

The evening drifts into the night,
my dreams call out to me,
"Come meet us at the moonlight's rim
beyond the starlit sea."

Now I must go to catch my dreams
before they drift away,
but I'll be back with you again
when dawn lights up the bay!

Missing the Moon

 

Behind the mist and winter clouds

The moon lingers unseen.

He whispers of a starlit night

And of a sky swept clean

Of the last vestiges of rain...

As if they'd never been.

Oh, such a night I used to know,

A summer, now long past.

When starlight swept beyond my sight

A bright array and vast,

Until it reached the end of time

And dawn returned at last.

Tonight the rain taps on the roof

And clouds blanket the sky,

But summer will return one day,

The stars will once more fly,

And I will see the moon again,

Winking, as he drifts by.

Waiting For Dusk

The sky is blue, daubed with white clouds.
The inlet reflects its face.
Wind chimes are dancing to a tune
That I cannot quite place.

The dusk is not yet on the land,
But it is drawing nigh,
And I can sense the coming night
In the still, crystal sky.

There was too little time today
To get done all I should,
But I worked diligently to
Do everything I could.

Lord, I am grateful for the Grace
That kept me safe today,
But I am more grateful for this,
The peace You've sent my way.

I'll sit and listen to the day
Sing its last cheery song,
Waiting for the quiet of night
To finally come along.

I see You in the morning light,
In the bright, golden sun,
But I can hear You speak to me
Most clearly when day's done.

So I will savor this day's end,
The breeze, water and sky,
Until the darkness falls again
And it's just You and I.

Calling To Me

I heard it whispering to me
Throughout my busy day.
But I could never hear clearly
Just what it tried to say.

I heard it calling out to me 
In words I could not hear.
Seeming all day to draw closer,
Yet never get too near.

I looked for it as morning dawned
And when noon’s light drew nigh.
It seemed I heard it everywhere,
But it escaped my eye. 

Then just before the falling dusk
Turned my day into night,
I finally found it, hidden there,
Within the evening’s light. 

It took a moment to sink in,
I’d sought it for so long.
The peace that had been calling me
Was right there, all along. 

May Peace Hold You

May peace hold you close every night,
And joy greet you each dawn.
May you have enough love each day
That you can carry on.

May you have faith that still beats strong,
At the end of each gale,
And, by that faith, praise Him with joy
Who brought you through travail.

May you have work to keep you fed
And may you understand
The love so great that He's engraved
Your name upon His hand.

May peace hold you close every night,
And joy greet you each dawn.
May you have enough love each day
That you can carry on.