May 9, 2011

Souls Of Men

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Beauty is heard from

composer's sounds,

it is seen through

the artist's hand.

Its stay may

be ephemeral,

or lie centuries

over the land.

It is felt in

the stillness

of the night,

and comes from

the poet's pen.

But the truest

beauty to

be found,

exists in the

souls of men.


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Mar 12, 2011

A New Story

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There is a new story

arising in the world.

One of turning away

from a culture of

domination and death,

and the turning toward

a culture that is life

sustaining and life renewing.

All over the planet people

are now telling this story.

It's a story to be told

by our descendants,

looking back on

this present time.

Will we be the monsters

of our great grand

children's nightmares?

Or, will we walk

as the new story says,

as heroes and healers,

and the epic poetry of

those still unborn voices?

Or, will we be lovingly

remembered in the songs

of our descendants,

as they recount the story

of this lost and very

wounded tribe that

stepped back from the

abyss, and found

its way home to the

community of living souls?

We get to choose.

Who are we going to be?




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Feb 25, 2011

Rebel Wind



Oh, rebel winds

can be cruel,

as it whispers

its laments,

of battles won

and battles lost,

it makes for

a weary heart.

But no matter

how hard it gets,

we must fight

with somber mien,

to bring peace and

justice to our earth,

our sovereign destiny.

Oh, rebel winds

that walk the night,

and haunt the

sinners soul,

pray pity them

the wretched sort,

so many lies untold.

Oh, rebel winds

that pierce the dark,

bringing truth and light,

for souls of love

you've brought to God,

but still you

bear the moans.

The rebel winds

hear the cries

of people born unfree,

but whispers sweet

the breath of God,

peace is our destiny.




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