Million Dollar Smile

I want to see it.

Why do you hide?

Why can you not be

happy just being you?

God made you, and

He made you perfect.

But we can only be

perfect once we

realize that we are

perfect in the One who

made us.

We are Perfect in Pure Love.

He loves,

and you are Perfect.

Feb 1/07

The Song

I sit in my chair, facing forward,
waiting for my cue,
I know I have to wait; it’s
not yet my turn; for once it is right
for the men to go first.
I close my eyes, swaying with
the melody that flows so
sweetly, so smoothly . . .

And then I hear it:

A line of song so pure and
perfect, serene and full of such
wondrous harmony!

I cannot help myself.

I feel it creeping, starting in the
pit of my belly, slowly moving
up my spine, inch by inch,
climbing up towards my heart.
When it hits me, I am gone.

I melt into a sea of bliss,
rolling in the waves of his song.
Rising and falling with each
lilt of his harmony,
I nearly forget myself.

I know that if he were to ask,
I would surrender myself at once,
heart, soul, mind, and body.
If only he would ask,
I would be his forever.
To stay in his song, to
bathe in his melody, to
lie in his harmonies,
O! the music we could create! ---

My eyes open reluctantly,
taking in my lost reality,
and the joy I feel from
creating song seems somewhat
diminished.
I open my book to the right page,
and begin to weave a tune,
half smiling to myself,
because even in the
glorious fullness of the choir,
I can still hear the
purest strain of song,
and in that song
I live.

Emblem

6 of clubs laying faceup in the snow.

Beside

the home an oyster

once knew. Lost.

Desolate.

Alone. Fir trees bend shadows

from above twinkling lights from

in between the white walls

that hold us from moving.

Snow diamonds shine in the

preafternoon light

wear me on its finger,

the slave to the minority. Logos

change to suit 7 while the

70 times 7 live on in

quiet indifference to the birthright they

abandon.