Through the Eyes of Children: A Day With An Angel I listen to the whisper of your tiny feet; they make soft sounds like angels so sweet. Angels wings guard your life each day, protecting you in innocent play. You giggle from beneath the stairs, spreading your warmth without a care. Your squeals of delight from simple things, Are the joyful gifts a child brings
Prisms of Thought: A Candles StoryEvery time I light a smile, I stop on by to stay awhile. Into this world I bring you light, Shining so things will seem more right. I bring many people my way, like the bright star on Christmas day. Where my light shines love prevails, Chasing away dark sorrows veil. A symbol of friends, who have died, I bring the family to my side. Unity is the gift I give, giving people a reason to live
At Heavens Gate: A Box of HopeOne day I went to church and heard, a different way of spreading the Word. Instead of a present under a tree, let a shoebox be your tiny bird. And so I took a box and filled, it with all the little toys I willed. And wrapped it up very nice and pretty, and sent it with a prayer of good will
The Splendors of Nature: Ode to Mt. ShastaMisty mornings and cloudy nights on top the mountain where snow bites. Jack Frost plays his lullaby; The banshee wails her lonely cry. At the foot of the hills lies a blanket of snow, where only angels dare to go. In the quiet night there is no fear, a spirits song you can hear. Her song so sweet as she sings, the angels stop and close their wings. Her music sets his heart aglow, Her song does touch his very soul
Lifes Loves: Who are you? You shimmer in the evening light, soft, delicate, and barely in sight. The scent of lilac is in the air, a hint of warmth, and something fair. Who are you? A rustle of fabric in the pale moonlight, I feel you close but still out of sight. A gentle touch to my lips has come, a reminder of something yet begun
Blue SkiesBlue skies and snow covered mountains, Old thatched houses and soda fountains, a babbling brook and a gentle breeze, a flute playing softly, and evergreen trees
Love Un-Captured: The Gargoyles FateI sit atop the highest spire Alone and waiting for my hearts desire, I look down and watch the people go by. Remembering my love, I begin to cry. Two by two they pass beneath me, No thought to look up or try to reach me. Hand in hand so happy they seem; is this love or just a dream? How lonely it is to sit here and wait, but this is just the Gargoyles fate. Only with love can I be seen, so I wait for the lady of my dreams. At night I spread my wings and fly, searching for love I feel her cry. On a mission to heal this crack in my heart; whats this power that keeps us apartJ.W.
When The Circle Ends: The Arlington Roadside I pulled up to the stop sign and see, one across the highway at the end. Its marked From this life youve been set free, killed by a drunk drivermy best friend. I drive on past a crude sign saying, the speed limit here is twenty-five. Drive slowly please kids are playing; Today I wish mine were still alive. In town I see a little tree, I read the marker on the way. Please send my child back to me; She turned up missing from here one day
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