In the morning mist,

A child makes a fist,

Alone & Dismissed from His kiss,

Put there to stay alone, becomes a mine’s pray;

With thoughts of fear that brings the tear,

Understanding fleets, our thoughts we keep;

Growing in fear, to know the year;

Though growing never knowing;

Thou O Holy God, that sits in the mist of Heaven, my soul longs for your love, there in your tear, I see the rainbows of time passing as a great wind, Come O Holy One and kiss the children, that they may know you; Send forth the great, Gathering that the Holy Ones May Come and be One; Greet us O God, as a Father greets His wondering, missing Child;

A slight tipping past time, my soul looked into the flowers, that blow in the winds of the future; a fragrance of love, behold's the quivering of time passing; the children in the heavens, holding warm clouds to serve the hungry who call on the Lord; spread the supper table now that all who are invited may dine on the, Love, and Delicious fruit that the Spirit of God will serve the generations setting at the Bridegrooms table; Sing now the Songs of the Holy One’s Victory; O Death where is your Sting; O Grave where is your Victory; His Voice shall shake, not only the earth, but also the heavens; He shall shout the Victory Song From His Throne where he sits.

A slim hope lay true to the edge of life’s shores;
A falling sound, a whirl to know how to open, this eternal Door;
High in the mind of universal thought, comes many pairs, of ought;
A tremendous glimmer of hope to true;
Claiming an understanding, so high, so big; give to the air; a thought rig;

A soft, vanilla silk moon, soon to set;
The call of a morning bird, I met
Never to know, a loss of thought;
Never to see the moon set,
Softly lowering, beyond crests view,
I cling to my heart, with thoughts of you;
My God has spoken, in the fields of sight,

 In all of my dreams spun of silver, and gold thread,
Soft, and quiet, I lay my head,
To know the unknowing, feeling safe from dread,
The soul of my heart, towards Him I tread;
Off in the far distance, to a spot of untold time,
I tilt toward the twilight, with the spirit ear,
Crossing in time, and ages of could; never a thought of I would,
Within the ferment of life, there in the breeze,

There lay a deep rainbow of Sand pebbles,
Lost and alone, no one to pocket, no one to take home;
The casting of cheer, a secret, they hold,
They all lay there, with their stories untold;
Back long ago, close to the end; or maybe begin;
Where the Rainbows touch, with a grin;
The wee ones jump, and play,
Looking, and touching, the rainbows, each day,

As dimly sparked thoughts of times past streak through the mind, and spirit, of our youth lived lives, over and under the skies of this planet, with our looking up with continual thoughts of Our Father God, we know in the knowing of our heart of hearts that we are strangers in a strange land, and pilgrims upon the earth, within the heart of the soul there is a knowing that we are, and were, and will be again, with Him Forever, we also know and have been given a promise of eternal life,

A Poof, a fluff, a little cloud stuffed;
Fluffed all white, and flying like a kite, all crisp and new;
O how long can you fly, without a care, in the blue;
Standing on the ground, a little frown, the trying, so new;
That I can, I’m not yet a man, can you?
My thoughts all teeter, with the twisting path you fly;
With every turn, I look with concern, and also a sigh;

As a burning light, His Star has risen in my heart; waves of vibrations fill my every thought, I have come to Him in Holy Prayer to know the Flavors of His Love; O my God how do I love thee, let me count the ways of Love; There in the morning light, do I praise your Name, There in my lowly estate, do I call unto thee my God; With a bursting Heart do I Greet your Spirit, for I know you are with me, There in the ends of your universe will I find your Love.

A throbbing of wind, a pounding of rocks, standing in time, as a broken clock,
Seeing the pain, seeing the vain, knowing life has such strain,
To leap the echoes, to hear the fog, seeing the night, feeling the smog;
Jolting to outer fear of life’s form I hold, knowing the loss, knowing the cold,
A pain in the heart, a shot to the soul, Great things left gone, in the wind’s knoll,
Twice the Cain of falling grabs, never knowing it also stabs,

A white cloud passing, A blue sky, blurred by the tear, Come to golden grains, of ripen thought, Understand the sin of fraught, A youth based cry, far from the rye of life, Defines the gulf of fixed understanding, near as gold, The contempt of the shamed heart pierced through unto pains of thy youth; come fourth, through the small trails of knowledge, left to us by the ascended parents past; as over- thoughts passing as waves of warm winds come together to hearken the songs that raise to life the dead acts of the past; grains tossed to the wind, have taken root, unto a sweet fruit souls sounding the cries, of eternal Love, now coming fourth,