Where can I find a haven of peace An escape into my soul? How can I listen to the whisper of my heart, When I can find nowhere to go? Will you show me somewhere that I can be safe, Away from this judgemental crowd? Please give me a shelter far from this place, And the abuse of the spiteful and the proud. Protect me from the pain I must bear; Help me let go and lie down. Hide me from the ridicule and fear I feel when my heart speaks out loud. |
Trapped By a family who whon't let go Exposed Every place and tiem I go, they are there. Ensnared Born in a web of guilt and control Enchanted Beauty and love entreat me betray myself. Decieved Trust and logic swear they are right. Betrayed My life given over to a lie. Enslaved Let into bondage by rifraff 2000 years dead. Angry Bitter, but smyathetic with my loving captives Alone A frozen monolith in a sea of conformity. Afraid Hiding truth and self for fear of deeper enslavement. Helpless My "brothers" and "sisters" won't let me go. Trapped. |
When I need to talk with my heart, I find a quiet place away from the crowd. Where the energies of life do not overcome The quiet energies of my heart. I sit, or lie calmly, and listen Unweaving the feelings I feel. I ask my heart a question, Then unthread the tapestry of emotion That is my heart's response. When the torrents of life overcome me, I go to my quiet place. I hide in my shelter of silence, To listen to the sounds of my soul. |
What is my life? Is it popularity and pride? Or money, possessions and success? Who is number one? Is it me--selfish, cruel, uncaring. Or the child on the street: The poor, the helpless, the gentle. What is life? What is success? To succeed is not to garner money, Possessions, wealth and fame. To succeed is not to gather knowledge Degrees,books and data. Success is knowing hwo you are; Knowing worht apart from wealth; Finding peace and joy and love. |
The Trail to Saint Joe Lake My trip began early that day, I hiked a rocky, winding trail To a placid aquamarine lake. The beauty of Saint Joe Lake left me in such awe I was silent. A crystal stream cools my feet, The spring wind fills my ears, A white tailed deer fills my sight. Beauty and peace surround me like a heavenly blanket. I am silent. The scent of flowers fills the air, An ancient cabin creaks and sighs, A mountain lake sparkles in greeting. Shades of aquamarine cry out to me. I am silent. |
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