Question the worry

I cross the street, I amble the fields
I meet the blue lake, the water so still
I gaze at the shimmer of rays so bright
They turned the dark, to sunup light

I hear the birds, their sound sweet of song and pray
Of glories they chirp, worries astray
I strum the tune of bees that hum, tiny wings little flutter
Beat back their way with nectar, wax homes don’t matter

Then the men they wake, early dawn break
Axe and sickle, plough share many fields to rake
To splinter wood, a blaze to keep warm
Ploughs thru a hard ground, thickets and thorn

The tiny sparrow from a far green tree flew
Held by Power sturdy, against winds that blew
Fearless she counters, her strength come from where
Watches The Power and she, as men they despair

How small the bird & bee, yet so loved
Natured and provided for, from far above
So perfect the man, created by He
Then question the worry, when on the Master’s palm carved is he.

Of a lie told

Of that, that is within
No ear has heard, no eye that seen
Of tears that filled the stretched lonely night
Of prayers that were prayed, till morning break light

Of pride that walked streets so tall
Allowed superiority feel inferior, so small
Of haughtiness that strode, met you in face
Of attitude that followed, shame, it won the race

Of a life that covered all pleasures of sin
Gone past conscience, now hollow within
Values that once were many, now done away with
The vices they stayed, all surface beneath

Of eyes that sought you in a crowd
Yet words would not say, stayed proud
Of times there were, from a distance watch you hurt
When I let my hair down, curled smiles eyes flirt

Of moves that left your watching eyes floored
Of secret sugar smiles sweet lies told
Charming says that came your way.. Slowly seduced
Time tickled by steadily, love reduced?
Hear a lie told.

I have a dream….

Of yonder blue skies to reach & kiss
Of heavenly waters come down as mist
Of strolling by aisles of green and green
Of no worry no care, nothing distraught seen

I have a dream….

No lyrics unfold, no songs to sing
Yet happy moments, life’s joys living
No fancy says, no poetry in writing
Yet abundance of joy, in smiles freely giving

I have a dream….

Of long nights, hushed whisperings
Of chatter a chatter, sweet nothings
Then watching time ice, frozen in your eyes
Melting myself, your warmth nearby

I have a dream….

The future here, distinctly seen
Of time to come, myriad turns of that has been
Emotions that rise, to joy your life
Dreamed in moments, carved in for your delight.

Where is the love?

Where is the love

And you once had asked
Were u concerned it had drifted
Had I moved my way
Did you really want to know
Was this an easy bid, for an older day?

No more than a game
An unfrequented leisure
An infrequent thought
Did you stop to consider
It is a heart

You may say inconsiderate
And I would say the same
Did I understand you right
Was the love but a game
Was it right not to accept
Was it good a ask what did not want

The heart is but a gentle one,
In pouring out love, she had been won
In her all feelings cocooned
Beauty not revealed, seen within