broken, scattered by the wind

falling

falling

down again

what God has joined is more than us

fighting ashes turned to dust

I can not bear to see you go

I wish you’d stay, I love you so

my heart, my soul, my memory

too quickly shattered by this need

to keep this life the way it was

to feel no pain but hold to love

where shall I stand? I whisper now

how to move on? I know not how…

a journey’s end is left behind

another path now I must find

my hands reach out to grasp the Light

to keep the joy now I must fight.

an act of faith by force of will

I long for silence, soft and still

a quiet heart, a peaceful mind

a new day dawns and Hope we find

as rolling surf meets silken sand

He waits for one with outstretched hand…

I will guide you

Call my name

These are tides that never change

the Lord thy God is close to thee

He hears your cries across the sea

of time and space and desperate doubt

the Lord, He hears when we cry out

this grand design to carry on

memory echoes God’s great song…

and so I take you where I go

and know that I am not alone

through the mountains majesty

of falling leaves and evergreen,

through the desert long and dry

of fallen earth and endless sky,

through the waters wild and blue

of crashing waves and changing hue…

…lifted, carried on the wind

rising

rising

up   again…

The Reaper, the void, the endless night

the things that fill the heart with fright

the time not spent

the living lost

letting go too great a cost

ashes dust and burning sand

desert, barren, empty lands

things the eyes will never see

things that now will never be

a dead man’s cries, a lover’s plea

are sounds that fall in broken dreams

and leave an echo vast and hollow

in pity, pride and fear we wallow

roots lie deep in hallowed ground

we try to keep from falling down

the destiny that never was

the ones we miss

the things we love

a day turned dark, a violent rain

the promise of an endless pain

beneath this heavy desperate weight

the day grows long, the hour late

time is not a friend to man

we run but in the end we stand

to face what we cannot avoid

and taste our portion of life’s joy

the last few drops are sweeter yet

and go down smoother than regret

one minute life’s a stately feast

the next- a snarling angry beast

if God is mercy, good and just

than we are more than scattered dust

and though the dark is closing in

new life we’ll have

through faith in Him…

a light, a beacon burning bright

until the end, for life we fight.

the tumbling, turning, rolling surf

the sandy, silken, shifting earth

the brilliant, blazing, bright blue sky

the sun, the clouds, the birds that fly

the life, the joy, the tragedy

the end, in truth, the victory

man is not worthy

and yet he will live

by blood we are saved

by faith we are His

creation revealed,

creator is seen

In all that has life,

awake and in dreams…

I am the waxing moon
Whose time has come too soon
Shining throughout the night
Before dawn’s breaking light

I am the waxing moon
My time has come too soon
Filling in the space
I’m running God’s bright race

I am the waxing moon
The bride without a groom
To serve the greater good
I do the thing I should

I am the waxing moon
My end will be here soon
My turn is just a piece
Of luminous release

My light a holy gift
My countenance a shift
To what is good and true
In dark and shadowed hue

I am the waxing moon
My time has come to soon
I leave with breaking dawn
In fullness I am gone.