Christmas

Today I was asked what the meaning of Christmas was and it made me think. Without question it is  the day we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ but there is more, at least that is what I think. I could care less about things purchased in the rush of the seasons fever, what matters to me is love. The day marks the greatest act of love and if I can give but a fraction of that love to anyone I would be whole...

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a blessed night.
D.V.

Thinking...direction

I think it's official, I think therefore I am, right? What you ask, well "I am lost!" figuratively speaking of course. I am lost on the seas of life in the sail boat of uncertainty, drifting into the abyss of blue that taunts me so. I am without coordinates though I am feverishly groping in a steadfast direction. Will the wind pick up or shall I remain as I am...only time can tell...quite the quandary, if I do say so myself.

D.V.

Mistakes

What a mistake to make...who said that? Well that really doesn't matter because at some point we all say it. The trick it not to let the mistake defeat you but rather to learn and grow from it. You can liken it to a baby learning to walk. With every step comes the chance of falling but they still try and more importantly when they do fall they get back up and try again. It really is that simple. So with every mistake big and small I say, shake it off and take big steps until the walk is over.

Have a great weekend world
D.V.

As I ponder...

I am the least of that which surrounds me, yet my heart beats as though I were a tumbleweed in a furious wind storm, racing to catch up maybe even to get ahead.

In truth I am often content being behind, never wanting for that which brings noise and fury. Yet I still find I crave the fulfillment of its emptiness. It makes me wonder; what is it that makes the dull sparkle and as such, what causes sparks to fade?

I know that some things are simply above my level of cognitive reasoning, but that does not mean I cannot ponder, so I do…I ponder and mull over that and this, and this and that…Ever the empty vessel in search of overflow. I suspect that’s why God made dreams, I can imagine Freud is voicing his disgust with me for having the audacity to say that but such is the beauty of questions. Why else would we dream a little dream if not to make it bigger? It is the ultimate flame, starting in the least assuming way and growing with every breath that we take. Blazing unforgivingly until we quench it or it runs out of fuel. Still, I am merely the speck of insignificance that dwells in the void of significance, so it really doesn’t matter what I think or does it?

Deo Volente

October 2, 2011

I Ponder

As I ponder, as I wonder

do the stars look down and smile

does the wind that flow about me

wish to linger for a while.

I can see them, every sparkle

dew at rest upon the grass

are they tears of Mother nature

for the things that do not last

I hear rumble, clouds that grumble

as the sun puts up a fight

though defeated it is humbled

for the rain drops are contrite

As I ponder, still I wonder

burning candles slowly fade

dreams that tarry in the distance

on a path, yet to be laid.

Deo Volente

October 6, 2011

More than a thought

I was feeling out of sorts the other day and true to my quirks I wrote "dreams". That would have been the end of it had I not seen the story of a 14 year old who took his life. I caught myself wishing I had met Jamey before he gave in to the voices of hate that clawed their way in. Hopelessness is a terrible thing, it can consume thoughts as quickly as the humming birds' wings flutter. It is so important that we weigh our words and supersede our actions with thought and it is even more important for us to teach that to our children....in honor of a life gone too soon, I am re posting "wingless angel" along with the poem "dreams". May we learn and grow daily.

Dreams

I used to dream
As vast as the blue of sky
As bright as the stars on high
I used to dream...

Wishing though I could not see

Hoping it was meant to be
For a greater woman be
Me a stronger self in she

I’d hold my breath
And take it in
The air that burned so deep within
I used to dream

In darkness of the night so still

Beyond my cries
Beyond my ills
I prayed so many times before
Praying till I prayed no more

I used to hold out for the when

And hold out still again and again
I used to dream

But now the night knows not that spark

That flickered in my childish heart
What started with a thought so meek
No longer for sweet dreams I seek

I used to dream
I used to dream…

Deo Volente

September 25, 2011

Wingless Angel

Rise up wingless Angel

forget your worries and your fears
The time has come to close the book
and wipe away those tears

Rise up wingless Angel

it’s the day for us to part
All the memories, precious moments
Safely wrapped up in my heart

Rise up wingless Angel

set your sights for yonder shore
Though you’re hurting, not deserting
Love you still and evermore

Rise up wingless Angel

head toward the greatest blue
You’ve accomplished everything
that you were put on Earth to do

Rise up wingless Angel

start your journey to the light
Take your place among the stars
so we can visit you at night

Rise up wingless Angel

must ascend now, don’t you cry
You’ve written your great story
now it’s time to say goodbye

Rise up wingless Angel

To that place up in the sky
Take those wings…
you’ve surely earned them,
now it’s time, sweet Angel fly.

Deo Volente

November 9, 2007

Fear

I made a trip not long ago
My heart a beating drum
I faced the faces that were there
to do what should be done

Fear poked me, shook me, shouting so…

you foolish woman see!
and shaken though I might have been
God’s glory was to be…

He took me gently by the hand

and said; It’s time to fight!
Then just as fierce as fear had been…
it cowardly took flight.

Deo Volente

September 9, 2011

http://deosview.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-god-be-glory.html

In translation... A walk to remember

A walk to remember...

Tis you sweet wind that takes me there

I feel your touch and know you care
You reached into this soul of start
and built it up with all your heart

Sweet voice of wind that loves the stars

your eyes would show me who you are
You angel of this earthly time
where I am yours and you are mine

With breath of air I took you in

and by God’s hand we could begin…
Our walk too short to comprehend
and yet our walk shall never end

For even now that we’re apart

in still of wind you touch my heart
You paved the way so I could see
just how to set my spirit free
To dance among the stars that shine
oh wind, sweet wind, forever mine.

Deo Volente

August 22, 2011

I came close...

I came close to being angry
in the instance of a thought
how dare you, I did wonder
as I thought of things I ought...
I should tell you just as frankly
as the lashing of a tongue
I should point out indiscretion
for your action was so wrong
then I caught the words inside me
as I read the words you took
in an instant went my anger
as the truth took hold and shook
for it dawned on me in marvel
what a blessing twas indeed
though your motive was of question
it would help to plant a seed
twas a thought that I had written
from the chambers of my heart
but it took you to remind me
of the message in the art.

Deo Volente
July 29, 2011

A thought

For every piece
of the past held tight
a piece of the present
dies before tomorrows light
so hold if you must
that which has gone by
but remember in that moment,
tis your future you deny.

Deo Volente
July 24, 2011

A thought

May you be reminded, in each day of twist and turn
That every door that opens is a chance to grow and learn
While every door that closes was a chapter meant to end
But there’s never doors or hinges between God, family and friends.

Deo Volente
July 15, 2011

What do you think?

I have often wondered what makes people sum up one of Gods creations in a matter of seconds. What can you possibly learn about a person in the time it takes to blink? Many years ago my car for whatever reason, on a busy road no less, decided to stall. Had I been alone I might not have thought much of it but I had two small children in the back seat and the lane I was in happened to be smack in the middle of the road. I thought long and hard about trying to get the children to safety but with traffic as heavy as it was I dreaded what might happen. To complicate the situation the hazard lights would not come on so I couldn't give the drivers headed my way a heads up. As time went by several vehicles came up behind me and four people made contact in one form or the other. Two women; one in a suit by all appearances on her way home from work, the other in jeans and a blouse possibly headed to one of the stores in the plaza to my left. A clean cut man in a rather nice suit and a young man with shaved head and more tattoos than I could count. Keep in mind that I was wearing a blouse with dress pants, my hair was disheveled and I was (still am) completely ignorant to the complex mechanics of a motor vehicle...I would love to tell you how the story unfolds but instead I'll invite you to tell me what you think and why...if you don't wish to leave a comment feel free to send me an email.

D.V.

Oh you...

Oh you, in the stillness of vast flowing world
commanding in moment my senses to turn
to look and to listen to feel and to learn
my praise without question you've earned

much more than the twist in the scatter of words
or callous crude steps on the slightest of turn
Oh your craft is much more than this...
a blessing from God is thy gift.

it matters not slightly the curve of your face
the voice of your tongue
your fashion, your grace
these things do not count dear I say
for they do not capture thy day

Tis words formed in thought that transcended to keys
or eyes behind lens that reflect what soul sees
the reasons that bring me to call
to you they may seem rather small...
truth is they inspire us all.

Deo Volente
June 10, 2011

Old rose

Once so vibrant, center stage
now faded by the mark of age
but wise are eyes that seek the depth
of beauty in the days now left
for old is not the mark of end
If living to life we append.

Deo Volente
June 7, 2011

Return

I’ve been away I grant you,
distant but not aloof
I know I’ve not been present
with you, by you, in truth
One could say I’ve been lurking
in shadows that were cast
Upon the walls of then and there
constructed in the past
Like whisper on the tip of tongue
from yesterdays before
A ship of thoughts that set a sail
on sea to distant shore

I would say that I’m sorry
but that would not be so
For though I have been missing
I’ve been here, don’t you know
In corners of the moments
made slowly from a walk
In footprints of the silence
where words refuse to talk
Sitting in the stillness
that comes by way of moon
And though you couldn’t see me
you knew I’d be back soon.

So hello to the chatter
that was without my voice
I smile out from this window
with joy by way of choice
I’m here in all my glory
now fresh from distant pause
I thank you so for waiting
till I returned with cause.

Deo Volente
May 31, 2011

For Mothers

I wish you all a happy Mothers day, may you know how much you are loved and appreciated by those you hold most dear.

DV

And the world forgot...

And the world forgot…

The sun peeked through the window announcing it was here
The dew in morning sparkle began to disappear
The clouds danced in the wonder of radiant blue sky
The day that once was morning was slowly creeping by

The street light changed its’ colors, commuters made their way
On tar of destination, to work, to school, to play…
The train passed by so slowly, to chimes of church bell ring
The birds perched in the treetops like yesterday did sing

The creek flowed on in trickle for wanting of the rain
The squirrels frolicked on branches again and yet again
The toddlers were quite rowdy while playing at the park
The dog that they did startle, decided he would bark

Two runners caught up quickly, to walkers on the trail
A woman gazed in earnest, determined yet so frail
Two men had ventured fishing by boat out on the lake
The air became a perfume of hot dogs and burnt steak

The lush grass now a symbol that spring had come anew
The season of past winter had bid its blades adieu
The hours kept on turning with minutes rolling by
No sign within the seconds of final kiss goodbye
The world just kept on turning as busy as a bee…
It seemed to have forgotten, those scribed on deaths decree.

Deo Volente
April 21, 2011

Filly

I'm one determined filly
who doesn't willy nilly
I put my best foot firmly first
them brace the other for the worst
that doesn't make me silly...
I'm just one feisty filly.

Deo Volente
April 24, 2011

Japan

My heart goes out to the people of Japan.

D.V.

Thanks Mom...

This is a poem my mother shared with me the other night...I searched for the author to no avail but I like it so much I wanted to share it with you...

A man of words and not of deeds
is like a garden full of weeds
and when the weeds begin to grow
it's like a garden full of snow
and when the snow begins to fall
it's like a bird upon the wall
and when the bird away does fly
it's like an eagle in the sky
and when the sky begins to roar
it's like a lion at the door
and when the door begins to crack
it's like a stick across your back
and when your back begins to smart
it's like a penknife in your heart
and when your heart begins to bleed
you're dead and dead and dead indeed.

Anonymous

Spring 2011

Here I stand on crest of spring
these fingers will do everything
So weeds I do declare
your time of end is near
Yes garden I shall make you bloom
I’ll dig away your winter gloom
This grass will soon be green…
like eyes have never seen
These hands shall work to make it be
‘tis written in spring time decree
I'll prune and edge with care
and bring back gardens cheer
Oh spring my dear I’ve missed you so
To see you bloom and watch you grow
These birds that serenade
perched on your leaves of shade
Oh how I love your pallet’s hue
and all the marvel that is you,
you know not what you do…
sweet spring we shall renew.

Deo Volente
March 14, 2011

Prayers

The least I can do is to pray,
the best I can do is to pray,
the greatest thing I can do is to join hands in prayer.

St. Matthew 18:20
"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there I am in the midst of them."

D.V.

Sweet dreams

Why can't I have sweet dreams...
I'm cursed it truly seems
so shackled by the weight of thought
in all the doubts this day has brought
sweet wishes out of sight
and thus begins my night
to toss and turn and wrestle through
that's all in darkness I can do
for sleep shall know no rest
although I do my best
warm milk can never put to ease
what comes by way of gentle breeze
the moon that shines its light
is back drop to my fright
from prayers made down on my knees
I beckon to God, if you please
lay hands upon my head
and shield me from this dread
not yet I fear he said...
give time to hope, give time to me
give time to faith and you will see
these dreams are meant to warn
tread lightly in thy morn.

Deo Volente
March 8, 2011

Defeat

If I told you how I tried
how I've prayed and how I've cried
you may tell me that I've lied
but still it's true...
all the ache I hold inside is nothing new.
From the torment I can't hide
blessings carelessly denied
every wayward step that trampled within stride
bear the pieces of a heart that slowly died.
Behind eyes as cold as ice
ask me once and ask me twice
for the mirror of the soul that used to be
bears a darkness that I never thought I'd see.
Now I'm shaken to my core
and I fear there will be more
as the tree of lies is starting to bear fruit
you forget that God will always know the truth.
If I tell you what you've lost
what is priceless in its cost
you may roll your eyes and think me such a fool
but the wealth of life comes not by spark of jewel.
Ask me thrice is you so choose
walk a mile in these old shoes
them the edges of thy tongue won't be so able
for someday your hand will rest upon that cradle.
Now I turn to God in faith
to give love beyond thy hate
hoping so that I will learn to bear my cross
as I give to him that which I know I've lost.

Deo Volente
March 7, 2011

What of it.

What of it at the end remains
one bucket in the pouring rain
Some things we simply can’t contain
and yet we dare to try
on wings that shall not fly

A fire that will burn with rage
shall fade in time but spread with age
For as the minutes know
the wind shall make it so

Oh butterfly so fresh and new
remember still from whence you grew
The Earth that knew you then
shall know you once again

What of it at the end shall be
why care at all soon you will see
For now is just one chime
upon the hands of time

One meager step beyond the crawl
that swings the doors beyond these walls
Where freedom lays in wait
and so too tarries fate

As caution hits the window pane
each crack shall know both sun and rain
but when these marvels sting
what then of everything

When anger is the stench of air
devoid of love, respect and care
Then every breath shall take you there
the blight of misery’s season
but then, you have your reason.

Deo Volente
February 28, 2011

God's Love

Through God’s love we learn kindness
from kindness we find compassion
with compassion we gain humility
Through humility we build character
from character we learn courage
with courage we gain strength
Through strength we gain vision
with vision we seek knowledge
from knowledge we gain wisdom
Through wisdom we find understanding
with understanding we learn acceptance
from acceptance we learn how to love…

Deo Volente
February 28, 2011

May the circle that brings you growth
Always be rooted in the love of God.

Burden...

It came my way, I took a look
down to my core, it surely shook
The cross that I did carry
through grumbles I would tarry
For every moment of complaint
a sinners burden, not a saint
This load too great I said
still blind to what’s ahead
I cried to you oh lord, with voice
that every step too hard a choice
Make lighter this my cross
I knew not what the cost
Each prayer you would answer still
for you believed in my free will
Knowing what would be
that which I could not see
This cross so crafted was my tool
if only I was not a fool
and when the time had come
it could not be undone...
for I forgot thy son.

Deo Volente
February 25, 2011

I wrote this poem because of an email I received that made me rethink how I pray when my life seems at its most difficult. A man carrying a cross kept praying for it to be lighter and he got his wish but when he came to a ditch he was unable to cross it and others who had carried their cross without complaint were able to use their cross as a bridge to make it to the other side. The thing is, I have no idea what is ahead, only God can see beyond my field of sight and as such he gives me what I need to make it beyond my obstacles, I just have to remember that. I hope that email makes it to your inbox, if it has not already.

At the end...

What of the mighty setting sun but glory to behold,
a light of day that once begun with hours to unfold.
In blaze across the tempered sky with kisses to the wind
a hue of waltz within the clouds that touches soul and skin
No other star shall ever shine as luminous as she…
Who stands upon horizons tip and melts into the sea.

Deo Volente
February 21, 2011

http://deosview.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-end.html

Sometimes I forget…

The day consumes me minute by minute
eyes fail to fall on the blessing within it
I push though the chaos that finds me just so
neglecting the blessings that God did bestow
The marvel of dew drops, the wonder of rain
the warmth of the sun and the fact that I’m sane
The sweet sound of echoing laughter
what comes in between and still after
A sparkle that flickers inside my child’s eyes
a moment that makes me so proud I could cry
The words of a strangers warm greeting
marvels that seem ever fleeting
A phone call, an email, a text without reason
wondrous sights in the turn of the season
I rush through the steps of my path
forgetting that which does not last
I find I see struggles, I find I feel pain
I find I remember lost trials again
forgetting my blessing indeed
The treasures of Gods planted seed
his mercy, his patience, his love without fail
His presence not only as life does derail
so foolish of me when I let…
Life’s twist, turns and stumbles abet,
while of me God never forgets.

Deo Volente
February 20, 2011

Choices

What would you do? I believe that every step I take in life is a choice. Doesn't matter the reason or the circumstance that leads me there, it is always my choice and I know that God will see my heart and keep me safe. After all only God knows everything so who better to turn to as I make the choices that pave my way. I say this to you because for the millionth time I happened to see the commercial that has a lady in a hurry picking her children up and instead of leaving their friend alone on the park bench waiting for his father she turns back and sits with him. I often wonder how many people would do that. It's all about choices, not merely the ones we make as others are watching but more importantly, the ones we make that only God can see.

D.V.

Jamaican email...

A man who makes caskets was on his way to deliver one of the coffins when his car broke down.
Trying not to be late, he put the coffin on his head and began heading to his destination.
Some Jamaican policemen saw him and wanted to make some money off him (bribe), so they challenged him:"Hey!!! Wha dat yuh a carry an which part yuh goin!"
The man said, "mi nuh like which part dem bury mi, so mi a relocate".

The Policemen ran for their lives!!!

Loss

‘Tis an image I would soon forget
If not for the wishes of yet
Crafted inside long lost when
as vivid as it is now then
‘Tis a tear drop of crystal in pain
Shed for what was not in vain
‘tis years that can never be counted
dreams of a life not amounted
A smile that lives only by thought
engraved into moments now lost
‘tis a laughter no longer of sound
in memories of silence re-found
On page within time long ago
‘tis you I recall as I go…
a tale without end ever so.

Deo Volente
February 8, 2011

Thinking

I caught myself wondering the other day about the age old saying " you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink" thing is, I thought the saying meant that some people are too stubborn to be reasoned with. Then it occurred to me, that's only one way to look at it. What if the saying is as much a reminder of resolve as it is of stubbornness, two halves of the whole so to speak. Several scenarios came to mind, like the condition of the water or the horse for that matter. What if the water was sure to make the horse sick or the horse was already sick. What if the horse wasn't thirsty or knew there was a better place to drink ahead. I suppose it depends on how you look at it and of course who comes to mind when you do. Still it made me think and the truth is no matter how you look at it, taking a stand requires strength, doesn't matter if it comes by way of ignorance or by way of wisdom...I know, I have too much time on my hands :)

D.V.

Growth

If I shall put to rest
my worst, then soon my best
for from each fall and wayward slip
I’ve found with time resounding grip
Each fault has made me sound
by them this self was found

Deo Volente
February 4, 2011

Take me there...

You may think I'm crazy, you wouldn't be the first and I suspect you will not be the last but I have to share. I was in the store the other day and "Take me there" started playing on the PA system, before I knew it, I was singing and fighting the urge to dance. As much as this song was created so long ago for a cartoon no less, it always gets me moving. If you are unfamiliar with it, it is the theme song for the Rugrats movie by Blackstreet not to be confused with the song by Rascal Flatts. When I got home I had to Google it. Though the video came up I just listened to the words, the video didn't matter. I have always been that way, music to me is more about words and the message within, I am perfectly content listening. Truth is, music has the power to take me there, no matter where there may be.

D.V.

Through the crack

If all I see is through the crack
a window that does not look back
these eyes shall not unveil
what lies beneath the tale.
What dwells so deep below the skin
shall not be known from outside in
reflections at a glance
if not in time, by chance.
If all I know is wading deep
in shallow end of wake or sleep
then ignorance is mine
for truth I shall not find.
What surely dwells where walls are sound
the core of all that can be found
from laughter, tears and more
behind a deadbolt door.
If all I know is what I see
then little shall be known to me
until the curtains slide
and walls no longer hide.
Except for that of lock and key
for only eyes of God to see,
'tis now as it shall be, come in and you will see...
 imperfect, yes are we.

Deo Volente
February 1, 2011

A stroll

Peace can be found in the steps of a stroll
will you join me on a walk to nowhere?
Shall we wonder without aim neither here nor there
and celebrate the lazy steps we take.
Falling victim to the marvel of the blearing blue sky
touching blades of grass along our journey.
Feeling passion for the air that finds our lungs
loving every second, that goes by...
‘tis the only way the spirit knows to fly.

Deo Volente
January 21, 2011

In time

What good am I, I have no wing
Nor can I whistle like birds sing
One withered leaf, without a place
Of time that was, I’m but erased

What good are you, of disregard
With callous aim and buoyant heart
A raging storm of plenty
Tis you that I shall envy

What good are we, two bound by fate
On path by way of dreary state
to earth as I decay
by earth you find your way

what good is this, that life has planned
perplexed, I wish to understand
I’m ushered to such end
While you in time transcend

What good am I, in wasted form
The aftermath of raging storm
So ravaged by the season
Weep not, for there is reason…

Though once you were of branch of tree
It came to pass that you should be
of moment that would pass
To soil, in time be cast

In arms with rain and seed of fruit
till glory of one newborn root
in soil beneath life’s tree…
We’re blessings, don’t you see.

Deo Volente
January 19, 2011

Will

I wish I could beyond the doubt
Reach deep in and rip it out
That which invades the light
The dark before the night

I wish I could of heart and soul
Seek out what seems to make it whole
Then shatter it with might
To make the wrong be right

I wish I could in whisper still
Find courage and the sense of will
To face the dark that spreads
And never be mislead

Yes though I maybe weak and frail
Tis in the dawn I shall prevail
I’ll rise much like the sun
And fight till I have won

I’ll shed each doubt like snake its skin
And let the power deep within
Dismantle what wont break
Forgiving each mistake
Not only for my sake.

Deo Volente
January 19, 2011

The eyes no longer have it

So my eyes are not what they once were, comes with age, right…
A few years ago I noticed that every so often, I had the hardest time seeing small print. Then the typos followed, dare I say in rapid succession. I was diagnosed with astigmatism but the thing that gets me is, it seems to have a mind of it’s own. Well I refuse to wear my glasses because they make my eyes hurt and the logic of “your eyes need time to adjust” just will not work for me. If they are supposed to improve my situation, why then is there need for an adjustment period? My best guess is the ophthalmologist was in such a rush to cram as many patients into his wallet as he could, he flew through the exam and fell a few drops short of a full bucket…so if you have noticed a few more errors than usual, that would be the reason. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it :)

D.V.

just a thought

By serving each other we serve ourselves…I could be crazy but it stands to reason that we have the ability to make our world better by assisting one another in the most basic ways. An ear, in times of worry, a smile in times of pain, a friend in times of …well you get the idea. The smallest thing can make the greatest difference, have you made a difference today?

D.V.

Music Music

A fellow blogger asked...here is my answer, well one anyway... enjoy

The spoon

The reality of life dictates that as we grow older we not only forget about things that once were our present but also how to think with the curiosity and innocence of youth. It maybe because we become so aware of our lives that we forget to live or maybe we allow the world in so much, we inevitably lose sight of simple joys. This is by no means a new thought for me but today, as I was shown a spoon in utter amazement, it resonated more than ever. The curious child to my left, who simply did not feel like eating, decided instead to observe the wonder of his reflection in his spoon. Much to his surprise, he discovered that on the back of the spoon his reflection was right side up but on the front it was upside down. His eyes were widened by his discovery and he just had to share the moment. At first I smiled but instead of enjoying the moment, I almost explaining away the magic of the spoon. I’m glad I chose not to, after all, we all deserve to believe in the magic and wonder of life for as long as possible, spoon or no spoon.

D.V.
January 13, 2011

Snow

Yes I am like the driven snow,
a cast off from the clouds.
A speck inside the swirl of wind,
before I take a bow.
My knees may bend
but I shall stand,
for with these curves of life I plan,
to be of truth that keeps my eyes a blaze,
life’s unexpected moments shall not phase.
Don’t rule me out for tears I cry,
in moments that I shan’t deny.
All steps within a ladder I must climb
each toss of wind so chiseled in my time.
I rise, I fall, I sway, I’m still
but tears shall never shake my will…
For tears like rain must water what will grow,
life’s lessons and life’s virtues I will sow.

Deo Volente
January 13, 2011

Rain

Rain is but a heavenly shower,
that washes away the doubts of morrow.
To nurture the soil and seed of sure…
so we may grow to something more.

D.V.
January 8, 2011

Fool

It's another dreary day, the sun has taken refuge behind a blanket of gray clouds and my heart has joined it. I found it strange that the year began so gloomy but as the saying goes... "you never see smoke without fire". I had high hopes this year for things I shall and ought not mention. Funny how age has no bearing on dreams yet time makes all the difference. So I wonder, heavy heart and all, when will the sun return? When will the light of a new day peak out at this heart with warmth? Tis a dreary day indeed, much like the color of this dream.

one heartfelt dream 'tis stolen now
by thief of time, I wonder how
one broken stone it took
lean closer, take a look

yes faulty was that dreams' design
a blueprint that held all the signs
though blameless is the sun
where darkness has begun

for clouds were woven thick and gray
and thus no sparkle made its way
too weak to shatter through
what else could sunlight do

it may as well be dark as night
for loneliness has strangled sight
who fights I ask for naught
who cares for what they've got

who sees the bump around the bend
and presses on the gas my friend
who, my dear, alas...
this feeble mind does ask.

for in it spins a thousand thoughts
in hopes that one true spark is caught
to shed light on the way
to ease what brings dismay

how foolish was that thought to dream
of darkness in recurring theme
to wish for light of day
a wiser lad might say...

but fools have dreams as all else do
and yes they try to see them through
their flaw comes with their heart...
for that is where they start,
this lesson I impart.

Deo Volente
January 7, 2011.

flight 2

In still of wind one bird will fly
To say hello, to say goodbye
A dream that stirs till dawn
Those tiny wings so strong

A span that spreads with daring might
Within the doubts of that first flight
The nest no longer cradles
A truth beyond its fables

How strong the trust in leap must be
To face the air beyond that tree
A chance that she may fall
Determined to stand tall

Who knows but fate, one second more
Who knows but God, what is in store
Within the fears and pain…
She spreads her wings again

To soar atop the tree that was
In flight to be of life, of love
The leap that comes with step,
from whence she grew and slept…
Gods’ arms now she is kept.

Deo Volente
January 7, 2011

One...

Just beyond a flicker
A fire starts its journey…
I can hear the voices warn me
But legs as logic fail
And thus begins thy tale
Of woman and of pain
Inside and out of rain
One drop caress
Two drops a mess
Each one to disappear
Please tell me why I’m here
Some walls we simply cannot scale
Some times we are just meant to fail
No matter hearts’ desire
Each flicker turns to fire.
What knows the dark
Will seek the light
What comes by day will glow by night
The heart will always know
A curse that is just so
For though the voices find defeat
Each step adds up to thy retreat
And thus the tale is told...
One shatter heart of old.

Be Brave, Be Strong, Be Bold!

Deo Volente
January 5, 2011

music...music...music

I can relate but I'm still on the fence...beautiful song never the less.