Ponder
Though we ponder The paths we’ve known To where they’ll lead We’ve not been shown Still, we trust Through our clouded vision That we’ll see clearly In the end Still, we ponder From now ‘til then
Though we ponder The paths we’ve known To where they’ll lead We’ve not been shown Still, we trust Through our clouded vision That we’ll see clearly In the end Still, we ponder From now ‘til then
A feather fell from heaven To wipe away my tears To ease anxiety To brush away my fears. I held it in my hands I dipped the quill in ink I watched as words appeared Before I could even think. My thoughts, or yours? A mixture of the two Left the feather pen Through me,… Read More A Feather Fell from Heaven
Don’t you think it would be nice If life could be: Wrapped up, Made pretty, Topped-off with a fancy bow? Though that probably won’t happen In your life or mine Life is still the greatest gift Any of us will ever find To unwrap To tear through To savor The gift of life Inside
When beyond today Becomes frosted glass When tomorrow comes And comes to pass Those starry nights The same will be A place to dream A dream to see
Imagine How good it could be A world so pretty For our eyes to see A world so pretty For our ears to hear A world so pretty A world free of fear How good it could be Imagine
Delicate wings Worse for wear Powered by faith Float on air
Orange peels Painted with grape jelly drips The birds sing as sweet As lemonade sips From a twisty straw I drink up the sky Kissed by the sunshine I close my eyes To get lost in the buzz Of honeybees Candy for the soul Sweetened by sunbeams
There’s no magic pill To ease what’s wrong But a few things Will help us stay strong Faith, hope, peace, And a whole lotta love A prayer For a blessing from above An understanding heart When all is done
Winter sun sets On another cold day As darkness falls A light guides the way The way for wanderers Who can’t pay the cost The way for wonderers Who in dreams are lost The Christmas Star shines For all as they roam With radiant light It guides travelers home
Sometimes it takes years To uncover what’s real To chip away a façade Only time can reveal Raw and exposed Cleansed of all crud A sparkle seen Under layers of mud A glimpse of what’s true Down to the core A bare-naked soul And nothing more Never to wear The façade of before
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