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Veracity

Melodies, breathless as foggiest daybreak
healing all my heart’s restlessness 
releasing the song, pure as the gentlest stream
washing away the distance
between happiness and pain,
correcting the silence so beautiful reigns
cleansing the darkness with the hope
from a glistening star, a moonlit autumn
the wonder of winter’s thoughts
blessings so alive, they tremble with delight
measuring the cries of a purpose
between knowing what is wrong, what is right
whose love glows like the purity of a rose
colored in dew, startled and new
a miracle and proof that the heart is true,
the spirit can decide between the darkness and light,
the glimmering stars who live so far,
seeking to reveal what it is that love conceals…

the rising of the moon, 
singing her lovely tune, the song
riding the shadows through the twilight
graceful and promising the soul
wherever love stills the voice, an unbroken
word, an inkling of all that’s been spoken
through the winds of laughter,
the singsong breath, glowing in the ever after
feelings like rain, erasing the melancholy
risking the ocean’s laughter
soothing and calm, like the prayer of summertime
reminding the soul why
forever is in changing lights
softly playing, a gentle breath
erasing the guitar’s ache
so that, beneath the joy and pain
there lie seeds of heartfelt grace,
nourishing the endless leaves
falling from laughing trees,
in forests wise and warm, stirred
to life by threads of allegiance I’ve known.

The moments are like tender prayers,
sought by hearts who truly care
remembered in the still 
where light falls in hesitant flames
blushing like the music of dew drenched mornings
when the stars realize night has gone
and the ache of richest dreams
rise through the lavender leaves,
and stones seem to see
beyond the faded histories,
written by imaginations in creative journals,
embraced by the mystical streams,
flowing beyond the hearts who still see
the music, so graceful and at peace
rising in the night, revealing the soul’s light
forsaking the past with its angelic mist
telling the spirit all the poetry
is like a scent, a prayer, a burst of feathery sun
breaking through the cold, the clouds
in wistful cries, leaving the old
setting fires of fresh love…

distant stillness, a hush
so kind and so buzzing with life
still so the paint might dry
but it never will
as the hesitant prayers
speak to God, who always hears
in His astounding way
like the heart who never dies
because, with love
He decides – eternity
for the one who abides
in the presence of His smile,
where joy is like a light
and grace never fades into night
where the hope is ever a guide
and the music sings in angel’s voices
just make the right choice,
to hear the heart of love, the promise
that comes to those who know
happiness is more than a word
it is the raining of fireflies
the trembling of the silence aglow
the sigh of faith and unending grace
the knowing One who is more clever
than the sun – He is the love
for evermore, for every soul
the love that lasts throughout 
more than a fantasy –
as the dreams pass through the soul
and His love kindles a warmth
that will never let go
the glow shudders and shivers
sending light in glistening sighs
He is the love that combines
notes of fire with endless to inspire
a gentle journey through paradise
where He provides
everlasting life – eternity’s light
the sound of each poem I write
in His gracious smile –

never can a fantasy arouse
through its illusion
the peace that is so real,
make-believe holds no appeal
the fantasy a weak pretense,
when it is God you finally see –
sending His love to the soul who believes
singing His love through the winds and the trees
seeing that love is the music we breath!

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