Take me down to the Valley of Thunder Where the horses run free and wild. My heart will soar with absolute joy As it did when I was a child. They will lift their heads and smell the air Like they did so long ago. We'll ride on the backs of horses we love And we'll race to the river below. The earth will shake from the horses hooves, And our hair will fly in the wind. We'll feel the strength of their muscles beneath And we'll ride 'til the journey's end. The feeling of wind, ourselves, and the horse, Stays magical in our minds. The memories we hold dear within Will last for a very long time. -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.
Light fades slowly
with the coming of the dusk.
Babies sigh softly,
as they learn to trust
the arms that rock them
‘Til day-light disappears.
Eyes glow brightly
as love removes their fears.
Darkness covers valleys
and hides the mountains high.
Birds are moving gently
when MAMA-birds are nigh.
Night-in-gales are singing
before they go to sleep.
God will keep all creatures
safe within His keep.
Hey, little girl with the weary eyes,
You’ve been told so many lies.
Your family fled to keep you safe.
They told you, “Have a little faith.”
You crossed the ocean in a little boat.
You prayed to God that it would float.
There was little to drink and little to eat,
But you never gave in to stark defeat.
Surely, there had to be somewhere,
A Country existed that would care.
A place where you could find relief
And heal inside the terrible grief
Of losing the only home you had,
Because your world had turned mad.
You crossed a desert in the burning sand,
God would bring you to the promised land.
You climbed a hill, saw the barbwire fence,
Breathed in a gas that made you wince.
Your mother stumbled and then feel down.
Someone took you without a sound.
You cried for your mother and little brother,
While you were put in the hands of another.
You yelled and screamed as they took you away.
They told you to: “Shut-up,” that fateful day.
You coped with hunger and ignored your pain.
You learned to keep warm in the pouring rain.
Neglect was a major part of your life.
The loss of your mom cut like a knife.
You learned not to trust the human race.
God was gone without leaving a trace.
” America’s promise was just a lie.
They’ve left an innocent soul to die.”
Many brave men fought
with dignity and honor
to carry their Country’s flag
In the midst of battle.
They stood firm
in their resolve
To live with freedom
They fought hard
for equal justice
under the same law
and respect for all.
They were strong men
who stood, side by side,
men who were strangers
because of skin color.
They faced death as one
in the heat of battle
and learned to call
each other, “brothers.”
They came to accept
their sacrifice and pain
in leaving behind,
their wives and children.
They carried the scars
of war inside their hearts.
They came back to find
their world had changed.
They saw hatred for others,
and the removal of civil rights,
the erosion of cherished ideals,
and political division without end.
“We did not die for this,” they cried.
“We must join our hands together,
and bind up the nation’s wounds.”
“We must find the courage to speak as one.”
O Love that holds me steadfast,
Even when my will is strong,
Who forgives my sinful past,
And fills me with His song.
O Love that raises me from death
And cleanses my soul from sin.
Christ renews my every breath
And leaves His light within.
Life seems to be an endless
Cycle of events.
Some days you swear it all
Doesn’t make any sense.
There are days when it seems
Things come together well
And life appears to be
Like a happy fairy tale.
Then there are times
When it all falls apart,
And you are left coping
With a shattered heart.
It is hard to keep a balance
Of the good and the bad,
And yet remain stable
When tears make you sad.
Just when you have it all,
Life throws you a curve.
You try to keep on going
And hope you keep your nerve.
You pull yourself together
And learn to say good-bye.
You hope you find meaning
In life before you die.
When I was just a girl of eight,
I stretched out flat upon the ground,
And on my back I saw the world
With a blue sky, heard natural sounds.
I felt my soul fly out of me
And land on top a soft white cloud.
I embraced the universe
And heard an angel laugh out loud.
All around me Beauty breathed
And blew sweet hope into my chest.
She wrapped me in serenity,
And gave me a much-needed rest.
The scent of sweet tender leaves
Moved gently through the tall oak trees.
The smell of Honeysuckle blooms
Drifted across the morning breeze.
I saw one-hundred flowers dance
And lift their faces to the sun.
They smiled and bowed their heads in prayer
And gave thanks to the Holy One.
In me there grew such ecstasy.
It blew the storms of life aside.
It gave me respite for a day
And brought back hope that had died.