Exponentially

 What is seen comes from the unseen, 

 In the birth of a star from darkness,

 And the birth of a child from love, 

 Yet energy cannot be created, 

 Simply there are changes in form, 

 As it does find its way home, 

 Coming from God above. 

  The solid ground which is beneath us, 

 Which grants illusion of confidence, 

 Is made of atoms as thin as the air, 

 Yet the energy which holds up our feet, 

 Creates a balance of states, 

 Holding us in place, 

 With everything on Earth to bear. 

 Yet ever more powerful, 

 And mysterious all the same, 

 Is the energy flow between souls, 

 With forces measured by faith, 

 Through time love stands the test, 

 Unbound by life or death, 

 It is the only force keeping us whole. 

 Energy will enhane energy,

  In physics as well as life, 

 For a smile turns a spark into a flame, 

 And a word of strength one shared, 

 Is cherished by the heart, 

 Glifts of time we may impart, 

 Which never leave a soul the same. 

 Strings of energy spam the universe, 

 Without giving regard to time, 

 Such is the energy between hearts, 

 If one life inspires another, 

 The other gives several soul hope,

One of those conveys hope to the world, 

 And you are where this all got its start. 

How We Think

 The complexity of the mind, 

 He's a wonder beyond compare. 

 Energies upon energy, 

Enfolded in beauty,

 Enshrined within a temple, 

 Our window to everywhere. 

 A physical organ,

 Hiding behind each face,

 Though all things physical, 

 Particles bound by touch of light, 

 Holding hands across the void, 

 Are mostly empty space. 

 These particles each have spin, 

 Right or left determine charge, 

 Charges building impulses, 

 In order and in beauty, 

 Sending control through the spine, 

 Chosen actions yours and mine. 

 Yet there is so much more, 

 There is the mind we cannot see. 

 There is a soul outside of dimensions, 

 For there is nothing to measure here, 

 Held between the heart and the mind, 

 It is all that is truly dear. 

 Eternal energy bound within energies, 

 Attuned to the spirit winds,

 Born within the heart of God, 

 For nothing else could make such things,

 Yet things have a common fate of ending, 

 Whereas our souls only begin. 

 With all these energies within us, 

 We sell amidst a sea of thought, 

 Connected with a universe of souls, 

 Bonded with a kiss to the heart of God, 

 Thoughts of love flow to the Song of Life,

 Energy from our hearts unto the whole.

The Potter's Hands

 In speaking with others, 

 Trapped in the day, 

 We cannot understand, 

 Coming back from tomorrow, 

 We cannot perceive, 

 Looking forward to the past,

 Within the lineage of moments, 

 Waiting all day for tomorrow, 

 Imagination lies trapped and stifled,

 Inside a fragment of possibility. 

 We are given free will to pray, 

 To God who is outside of time, 

 Not trapped within pages of the story, 

 Having to turn one by one, 

 God sees each spread before him, 

 Laid out upon the table, 

 Not limited in his focus, 

 Seeing decisions before they happen, 

 Knowing our joy before we feel it, 

 With patience God waits for us. 

 We ask in painful voices, 

 For things God already knows, 

  For needs God has already met, 

 We just have not seen the answer, 

 Trapped on the slow path in time, 

 Trying to catch up to the moment, 

 Where the answer finally comes clear, 

 Then we see the power of love, 

 Changing reality just like clay,

 Being shaped in the potter's hands. 

 And now comes the hidden truth, 

 For this love is a power God gave, 

 Even though we have weak hands,

 The heart never can fail,

 As we act in each others lives, 

 Making change that shakes the earth, 

 Spreading like fire between souls, 

 Which I see burning in your eyes, 

 Which is why nothing seems impossible, 

 When I see life through the heart. 

Pain

 Pain is a fundamental, 

 A live component of the universe, 

 A continuum of changing force,

 This can be seen among the stars. 

 Those  stars burn of different colors, 

 For when low on the fire of life, 

 They collapse in finding new heat,

 Fusing new elements from afar. 

 Some stars collapse igniting in torment, 

  Rip apart in explosions of light, 

 Casting their elements as energy not lost, 

 Becoming new worlds born in new light.

 For energy is not lost  within our circumstance, 

 Though the pounding  may drain us within, 

 As we wonder why the sunrise brings trials, 

 That we may bring our grief to God in the night. 

 Creation comes only of pain, 

 For it is pain that fuels passion to pursue, 

 And we discover new ways to reach the goal, 

 Never seeing the true end from where we begin.

 It is new elements that comprise, 

 The new  worlds from our hearts, 

 And through the agonies of birth, 

 This comes from within. 

 There is no love without pain, 

 Laughter comes from times of trial, 

    Tears mark recovery's trail,

 Nightmares clear the path to dreams. 

 Within this process of living, 

  See the universe and all of its glory, 

 Watch the pain of creation bring unfolding, 

 The illusion of suffering is not what it seems. 

Fire of Creation

Reality,

Scope of everything,

  Energy in form,

Canvas of stars and planets,

With this world to stand on,

In wordless contemplation,

While our hearts sing.

 Emotion is energy,

Burning hotter than the sun,

Within the physical world,

Love born force of creation,

Changing the rigidly bound,

Like clay within loving hands,

Allowing the soul to sing.

Thought is a doorway,

Seeing the world of the past,

Foreseeing the future through love,

A four dimensional projection,

Energy forming imagery ideals,

So we may form the energy of matter,

The clay God gave us to shape.

We become the shapers of souls,

In seeing what others may be,

Images more beautiful in the heart,

While our words and actions give shape,

To what that person may become,

As the power of will reciprocates,

And we grow more beautiful in return.

The storms will always come,

Washing beach sand from gold doubloons,

The fires will always come,

Revealing what can never burn,

The cold will always come,

Revealing the beauty of warmth,

For love is the fire of creation.

The Weight of Thought

“The eye can never free what is real, from the throbbing of human time.”

- St. John Paul II from his poem, “Proper Weight”.

Within each person,

Resides something shapeless,

Without form or color,

With all colors and forms,

Loud within its silence,

Without measure in simplicity.

This is something,

Beginning from nothing,

Becoming all things,

The thought residing in us,

Becoming life from us,

Melting light into truth.

Nothing captures this immensity,

Which each soul faces alone,

While trying to express in words,

Exposing glimpses with shards of light,

And all of the colors of the world,

Form a fraction of the palette of thought.

Thought is formed of energy,

As rock is only energy,

Two opposing wills of force,

Resisting blows received,

Until the fire of the heart,

Bends the rock beneath the mind.

Yet the rock is but an image,

Seeming solid in its strength,

Simplicity bonded in energy,

Which yields to the human hand,

As the image within the mind,
Grapples further with the soul.

And yet the rock is one of many,

Among an ocean of human souls,

Forming currents upon this rock,

Warmed in space of the circling sun,

Spinning accurately through the infinite,

Of a thought within God’s mind.

Thought is only energy,

As energy is mass in motion,

Mass in motion carries weight,

Weight deepens wells of perspective,

Drawing the soul within the solitude,

That we may find ourselves.

The Tenth Die

 

In his hands the dice were rolled,

Seemingly random as if a game,

Each die taking shape of thought,

Every one rolling its will unto His,

Dimensions in His hands cast forth,

Three were rolled for the physical world,

Another three for Heaven's perfect realm,

And also another place taking form,

The only place without Him,

Freedom within the physical,

Creating creation in the game given,

Walking to and from without thinking,

Walking without realizing the unseen,

Stepping through the same space as others,

Others stepping through us unseen,

The tenth die was lost for a time,

Lost until sin entered into the world,

And at that time He released time,

Thrown from His hand into ours,

A gift released to us in love,

As the tenth die once lost was thrown,

And as it was meant to be,

The tenth die will be taken up.

To Buy Time

Some people do not believe in God, but still consider that actions from
an all powerful God would be miraculous in nature.  If one is all powerful, then actions
performed are actions in my mind.  What is miraculous to me is when the seemingly
impossible is done through human hands and I have observed many examples.  With that
in mind I will continue to smile, continue to believe, and continue to do wonderful
things until the day I meet the Greatest Miracle. 

Can time be manipulated?

And what if it could be?

For particles without mass alter time,

As gravity sends and bends its passing,

Photons permeate through it,

As light’s speed is everlasting,

Or is it?

Can light be slowed as it goes?

Perhaps if light were not light,

Exerting weight through the night,

Both in particles and in waves,

In quantum flux as one force,

Joining force with particles of time.

Binding such particles,

Both forward and back,

Changing spin for polarity,

In one solution’s singularity,

What if we could buy a past day,

Or take up future’s slack?

What is such a day worth,

Or even just a moment?

Words for someone no longer here,

Or time bought to find a cure,

So less souls would have to endure,

The path of pain towards death,

Full of darkness and of fear.

One could ask someone to come,

If there is hope to be,

Or for more hours together,

Two souls in Love’s tether,

A message of pure love,

For all to see.

Possibilities do not end,

To love,

To have,

To live,

To hate,

For finding,

For feeling,

For seeing,

For believing,

Just words…

All just words,

Which plant seeds.

Yet the Guide through darkness,

Leads all of us ahead,

We can hear His words,

Not seeing what He sees,

Feeling His hand on ours,

Is worth more than all said,

As Eternity is real,

As is endless scope from the Divine,

For with God within our hearts,

Who needs to buy time?

Bringer of Darkness

I do not fear the Bringer of Darkness,
as I serve the Creator of Light.

Within a state of flux,

It is everywhere and nowhere,

Both in and out of time,

Touching all of our time streams.

No eyes with to see,

It can see us in the night,

Never needing sleep,

Filling fears into dreams.

When our eyes do wake,

Within the twilight blur,

A glimpse of darkened form,

Is all that we may see.

A shapeless motion movement,

From the corner of the eye,

Unsettled dust in motion,

In daylight comes to be.

Companion of the darkness,

With fear as its blood,

Pumped with eternal fury,

Within a heart of pain.

Looks for peace to devour,

With the bait of doubt,

And our souls in the balance,

With all to loose or gain.

In the shadow of the companion,

I continue on my journey,

For many cry out in darkness,

As only pain they see.

So that through the words God gives,

With my wife by my side,

We may shine light into darkness,

That these souls may be free.

The Infinate Singularity

 How is a universe like a life?

Without dimension or light,

Infinite potential,

All history contained,

Reality pours forth,

In an explosion of light,

All directions explored,

In harmonic symphony,

Filled with mystery,

In voids of darkness,

Yet the voids are a shroud,

Concealing dimensions,

To the three we perceive.

Yet such is a life,

An explosion of creation,

Self willed inspiration,

Setting into motion,

Forever’s being,

With much unseen,

Through voids of purpose,

Though the heart is in motion,

With meaning becoming clear,

In the reflection of our universe,

Which does differ from a life,

As our universe may have bo

Beyond the Temporal

Where is the soul,

Within this world?

For it can not be measured,

Nor can it be seen,

Yet each soul manifests,

Through a living body.

So if our bodies are here,

Existing in the physical,

Then where do souls reside?

From a place beyond dimension,

God gives us each connection,

Through the touch of life.

So here we are then,

Seeking coffee in the morning,

To pay our bills before evening,

Passing each other in a second,

Each wondering what to feel,

And each asking ,“What is real?”

If our souls are not on Earth,

Where do they roam in dreams?

Reality as it seems,

Where time is out of place,

Giving time to ponder,

Existence outside space.

For all physical is energy,

And God is energy supreme,

With mind and heart perfection,

As we give miracles inspection,

Does not energy change energy?

And with God how perfectly.

We sometimes see a thing,

But was it really there?

A flash of shadow or feeling,

Can send our fears reeling,

When our realms come together,

At their weakest points.

So when we pass from here,

Should we then doubt or fear?

When God stands in all realms,

And we choose Him for life,

We are held safely from the Void,

With reality found in love.