I'm sorry that your brother died. I know you carry tears inside. You called him " Brother" all your life. Your sorrow cuts you like a knife. He sheltered you from every harm And had a certain kind of charm. You saw his flaws but loved him so, And it is hard to let him go. I'm sure he's trying to impress God with his own worthiness. He worked hard to build a ranch And acquired a cowboy stance. Now it's time to say good-bye. He's ridden his horse across the sky. He knows he'll see you again And talk with you of now and then. -Yu/stan/kema-
A dark-haired child went down to the bank of a clear-running stream to play a small prank. She knew that the fairies came down there to play and she heard them giggle the day away.
She watched as they left a jug full of rum and left-over food. She started to hum.
She ate what was left of the fairies lunch. She cut them some flowers and left them a bunch. Then she hid in a tree til the twilight faded and took a long nap while she patiently waited.
When the moon came out and lit up the ground, the fairies came back and they gathered round. They danced and they sang and they chanted her name: "Little girl, come out. There's no need for shame." "Sing with us, child, and dance here with me." "Your feet will fly, and soon you'll be free." So she danced with them, and sat for a while. They begged her to sing as she gave them a smile. She started to sing with a voice pure and clear. The more she sang, the angels drew near. They asked her to play an old violin. She took it and placed it under her chin. She drew the bow back, and the violin cried. She played and it laughed, and she made it sigh. All who heard it felt reconciled towards God, who said: "Well-done, My child." -Yu/stan/kema-
I’ve been given many mountains
To climb in my life.
Some have been easy
And some full of strife.
There were mountains I thought
I could not climb,
But I practiced persistence
And climbed them the next time.
There were days I felt strong
And days I felt weak.
Some days I cried hard
And could not speak.
But I kept on climbing.
I could see far below
The obstacles before me
And the way I should go.
I have one more mountain
To climb before death:
To fulfill God’s purpose
Before my last breath.
Shine the light that lies within you
Given by a loving God.
Let its rays do the healing.
Let love be a lightning rod.
Let light overcome the darkness.
Let hope grow in every soul.
Let peace come to war-torn travelers,
For God’s grace shall make them whole.
There will be tribulations.
Loss will knock you to the ground.
You must rise to meet the challenge.
Soon, we’ll all be heaven-bound.
Be a part of building bridges.
Reach your hand to one another.
Put your differences aside,
And acknowledge he’s your brother.
Shine God’s light. Shine your light
Even in the darkest night.
Always try to do what’s right.
God’s protection is in sight.
God created a Garden
With such infinite care.
He filled it with lovely trees
And flowers that were rare.
He stood near a lofty giant
And touched its bark with His hands.
He could feel the tree sap flowing
As He gazed toward distant lands.
He carved the earth for a river
That would water the plants that grew
Throughout the Garden of Eden
That He had made brand new.
He was pleased when the river filled
With the rain He caused to fall
Over the grasses and flowers
And where the trees stood tall.
God walked in the cool of the evening
After the sun went down.
He enjoyed the beauty of summer
And sleeping on the ground.
Yet, He found something was missing
That would make it more complete.
So He created the birds to sing
Sweet notes they could repeat.
And the world was far more lovely
When He placed stars in the sky
And a moon to lighten the darkness
As the night drew nigh.
God loved what He had created
And was happy for a while,
But something was still missing.
He longed for another’s smile.
God created human companions
Who could love and converse with Him,
And share in the beautiful music
Of the heavenly seraphim.
When your heart is feeling anxious
And the world is spinning round,
When your legs keep on shaking
And your lips can’t make a sound,
Stop, whatever you are doing,
Sing a little song of joy.
Give thanks to God, The Father,
For the blessings of your boy.
When you feel like evil’s winning
And there’s nothing you can do,
Sing a song for the warrior
Who lives inside of you.
When you see that souls are hurting
And there’s nothing left to say,
Raise your voice and sing of comfort.
Hold them close for just a day.
Sing of beauty all around you:
How God paints the bluest sky
With the colors of the rainbow
When night is drawing nigh.
Sing a song of joy and laughter.
Sing of blessings from above
And spiritual connections
That reflect God’s greatest love.
For years I’ve watched the seasons come,
And I’ve watched the seasons go.
They reflect that all living things
Change as they grow.
The seed lies dormant in the earth
And then sprouts forth with life.
An infant lies in his mother’s womb
And is born with lots of strife.
A tree needs enough nutrients
In order to grow strong.
A baby needs good nourishment
For his body to grow long.
Spring brings the rain and the warm sun
That enables the tree to grow tall.
Childhood and adolescence give a child
Time to prepare for Fall.
A tree has leaves that shake and twist
In the Summer storms that pass by,
And they change to lovely colors as
The Fall season leaves them to die.
A young man faces the storms of life
With courage and a strong belief:
That God will be there through the worst
And strengthen him in grief.
Or a man can choose to face those storms
With bitterness and hate,
And blame God for the things he lost
And leave the rest to fate.
For surely as the seasons pass,
Death comes to every man,
And he must choose to walk away,
Or reach out for God’s hand.
The tree drops seeds on the ground
And they end up down below
The earth and wait until next Spring
When new trees will grow.
There is a Light, a soft Light,
Much brighter than the sun,
And it is now available
For you and every one.
No need to fear the darkness
Or getting lost some day,
For God will light the path
That will take you home to stay.
All you have to do now
Is let the Light come in.
Accept the Holy Spirit,
And let God be your friend.
When your life is over
And you want to go home,
A soft Light will guide you
And you’ll never be alone.
The rain falls gently
On the grasses and trees.
The blazing days of summer
Can bring you to your knees.
The wheat grows tall
And the corn taller still.
In the state of Kansas,
You can hear the whippoorwill.
The sun paints the sky
With shades of pink and yellow.
Cows lie down beside
Wild flowers in the meadow.
Night comes slowly
With the dying of the light.
Peace comes quickly
As the stars shine bright.
Sounds of the insects
Can cause your eyes to close.
God laughs softly
When you start to doze.
Oh fly, fly little baby,
Fly, fly little one.
When the pain hurts too much,
Let go when day is done.
Rise up on wings of fairy dust
And dance among the stars.
Say hello to Venus,
And wave good-bye to Mars.
Lay back against the crescent moon,
And God will rock you to sleep,
As the angels sing you a lullaby
That would make a grown man weep.
The world can be a scary place
When you are small and alone.
Let God’s finger point the way
To a home you can call your own.
Don’t let go of the Hope inside.
Reach out with your tiny hand.
Trust in others to see you through
To find peace in the Promised Land.