THE FRIEND

As warm as sunshine after storm, a friendly face can be,
 And like the forms of leaves and flowers, and all made differently.
With some we pause to share an hour, with some a lifetime stay,
 To weave the patterns made to help all others on their way.
Then for the moments spent alone, they too can fruitful be,
 A fitting time to keep in touch with cosmic harmony.

Experiences shared with a friend, or times even spent alone,
 Form attitudes that generate life's inner mood and tone.
At times an inner longing calls for one who understands,
 And gives us time to sort out thoughts, or lend a helping hand.
This sharing with a treasured friend moves like a gentle ray,
 As sun that joins the fulsome breeze to stir the flowers of May.

New paths of hope to tread with care, new meanings comprehend,
 A warmth within to pass along to other needy friends.
In daily living as life moves, touching lives along the way,
  Our presence an encouragement, a helping healing ray.
A fountain in the desert that others see and know,
 Will rise to help your gift to them, as creative being flows.

THE WINDOWS

An ancient legend tells about an alpine boy whose folks
 Lived high upon a mountain top above the valley smoke.
The shining rays of morning sun danced on the town below,
 Showed windows made of solid gold beyond the ice and snow.
And every night he dreamed and prayed and hoped that one fine day
 He'd travel down that winding path, if he could find the way.
And touch those windows made of gold, and see the people there,
 Who sure must never have to work, or ever have a care.

And so one day he started out at sunrise clear and bright,
  The windows flashed their golden rays, just like a guiding light.
Scare taking time to see the flowers that swayed and waved near town,
  He hurried through the rippling grass, before the sun went down. 
And on the dusty windblown streets, folks hurried here and there,
  And no one saw the unknown child, or even seemed to care.
A kindly woman sensed his need, and helped him in his plight,
"The golden windows? There they are high on that mountain bright."
The sun shone on his own small home from rosy skies that night, 

And as the night breeze tucked the hills and flowers in for rest,
 A starry mantle covered all, a dream explained his quest.
 The gold he found in that small town lay in that heart so kind,
That gave him warmth and food and love, and cheered his worried mind.
 And helped him up the mountain side, where alpine flowers rare,
Brought gladness to a happy heart, a beauty all can share.
 And found through time that values true come from the heart within,
Where grows the kingdom of God's love,  A'midst the outward din. 

THE VOICES

The language of the singing brook echoes many tongues,

Through rivers, canyons to the sea, its rhythmic voice has rung.

It resonates in thunder clouds, its lyrics ride the waves,

To fly the skyways back to land, and rocks and hills engrave.

Through cataracts and dashing falls and moistened soil and sands,

It leaps the rapids, climbs the waves to vaporize or land.

In ever changing forms to spread lush beauty through the earth,

To blend with sun and soil to bring all living things new birth.

We looked upon the flowing stream, its art in silhouette,

Embossed upon the water's face, life's words of wisdom set.

Of longing for a daughter or son whose bonds must break away.

The burning path of life's desires, they hurry to survey.

Each concentrating on a goal or looking for a way,

And hastening to the waterfalls, the river, sea and spray.

Lamenting, laughing voices sound, with pleasure, joy and pain,

A spring, a rain, a thunderstorm to flow anew again.

The voices all blend into one, the music of life's stream,

To merge and find in unity, a harmony serene.

Surrender to the sea of life, compassion has begun,

No more to fight with destiny, true wisdom's voice is one,

That tunes to all who ride life's breeze o'er ocean's depths of time,

Transferring energies as foam that caps each wave to climb.

On ocean's furrowed face to sit, an instant poised in flight.

Traversing chasms to crest again and leap toward the heights.

And on this sweeping journey give new strength to life within,

And from each valley climb the peak, renewed to start again.

In ever changing waves to spread great beauty through the earth,

To blend compassion, love and trust that brings all life new birth.

THE HEALING

I call upon an  ailing friend to cheer him on his way,
 And watch the kind concern and care the healing staff displays,
Encouraging the will and mind to listen to each cell,
 So intuitions prompting thoughts can help build health as well.
  With gentle, warm deliberate care promoting peace and calm,
 Each cell can blend in consciousness, to find its healing balm.

For nature has designed for all a cure for every ill.
 Blending hope, faith and love with healing prayers at will.
Infusing through each atom's tone, from orbits from within,
 The cells will blend with faith and love and blessings from your kin.
So will the soul be free to rush in healing to each cell
To radiate  a vibrant health, within its citadel.

Empowered by thoughts, this essence blends treatment for the whole,
 Both mind and body exercise, denying not the soul,
As each respects its counterpart, embracing as a vine,
  The soul and body exercise, throughout all of time.
A dwelling for Creator God the soul has planned with care,
 And chose an earthly body house to make both more aware.
So will the soul be free to rush the healing to each cell,
 And radiate a vibrant health within its citadel.
Reflecting in the pool of life - the image soul has set,
 Embracing all with waves of hope, love's silent alphabet.

THE ARTIST

A garden framed the studio, laced with trees and  vines,
  And through a flower-decked latticework the robins danced and dined.
The painter searched each palette plate for colours blends and tones,
  To place upon the canvas face a painting all its own.
The canvas formed a life on Earth, beliefs the palette held,
  With mixes bold and delicate from these a life to meld.

An outline thought must first be brought to life upon the page,
  A house for time, a body-mind, to frame life's foliage.
As thoughts moved to reality, emotions lent their light,
  Imaginations powerful forge the patterns would unite.
And beauty breathed its fragrance through the living canvas face,
  Stirred by desire within the soul these thought tones to embrace.

From lofty thoughts, a breeze of love joined hands within the heart,
  That reached in willingness to share, life's moving work of art.
For no thing lives just for itself, all join in veils unseen,
  So beauty lives as beauty gives, to paint its helpful scene.
As islands rise above the sea, yet hidden from the sight.
  They join within mysterious depths as silent paths unite.  
  
Contributing throughout Earth's change, where once obscured in time,
  Foundation plates, new patters make as trenches mountain climb.
The artist paints his beauty on the face of Earthly time,
  Each day accepting challenges, his path of peace to find.
Each changing moment to reflect the work of art within,
  Inspiring those one meets each day, co-workers, friends and kin.