Reach out, reach out, I cannot grasp
I feel my life escaping fast
Hold on, hold on, your turn is near
To face the Lord pray without fear.
Awake, awake, the hour has come
This journey long will soon be done !
Reach out, reach out, I cannot grasp
I feel my life escaping fast
Hold on, hold on, your turn is near
To face the Lord pray without fear.
Awake, awake, the hour has come
This journey long will soon be done !
Sometimes I think I hear the angels sing
Quite like the sound of gentle whispering
I’ve never heard the flutter of their wings
Though it might add to our imaginings !
I do not think I’ll ever get to see
Those angel faces watching over me
There in the shadow of our ecstasy
Where they are veiled in anonimity.
I am prepared to trust they are all here,
God’s helpful watchdogs with their mission clear
To seek and find as each last path appears
The journey follows without mortal fears !
Close up the door turn out the light
The fire rages through the night
The world is mad it’s lost its way
There’s nothing more that one can say.
The mob has turned into the norm
Their anger has become the storm
Like Sodom was so long ago
The story told, who does not know.
Why have all been so very blind
There is no answer left to find
It’s too late now life’s gone astray
The end is here you’ve had your day.
Begin again as all must do
With millions gone there will be few !
I have learned so many things
Bout a circus with three rings
And the seals whose flippers clap
Underneath the canvas flap.
Acrobats who ride a horse
Doing tricks around the course,
Circus master in his hat
Strongman and the lady fat
All of this it used to be
When the west was wild and free.
Caravans were part of that
Cowboys with their lariat
Indians in native paint
Daredevils made ladies faint
Such a thrill it must have been
To be there, remember when !
The smell of springtime permeates the air
That promises our weather will be fair
I cannot wait to see the lilies grow
With yellow daffodils tall in a row.
Soon all the crocus blooms are fled away
Daisies are preparing for their long stay
How marvelous to know with every spring
This place becomes a world of blossoming !
The poet paints a picture but not with paint and brush
His words create the image there’s music in his touch
Each has his own conception there are no two the same
Tis an old profession and Shakepeare’s favorite game.
Some think the words are foolish and pale in empty air
Please remember David and his Psalms we all still share
His words were so profound they will live forever here
They brought us close to God they will never disappear !
I have walked by the side of the road
As the Lord helped me carry my load
I have treasured the words that He spoke
Though my spirit’s been bent it’s not broke.
I have wandered across this great land
With its vistas all spacious and grand
Like the lady who lives by the sea
Holding the torch of our liberty
And I know in my heart it is true
I adore the old red white and blue !
I’ve failed to take the time to say
To folks I’ve met along the way
How grateful I have always been
For kindness shown, to my chagrin.
So many things get left behind
I’m loathe to think I’ve been unkind
But vow to try to make amends
As best I can to all my friends.
For friendship is this special thing
That carries care upon its wing
And shares the hopes we’re dreaming of
Amid abundance of our love !
The maladies of age are such
They rend us tender to the touch
How difficult our days become
This is not some great prize we’ve won.
Perhaps tis just we’re wearing out
Old bones begin to creak and shout
As like some aged trees we sight
We hold the dampness of the night.
The cold repelling off our skin
Is like a thief who slithers in
It seems the comfort age requires
Comes with the warmth of old hearth fires !
I have been to the top of the mountain to seek my destiny
I have walked through the valley of shadows to find my clarity
I have begged of the gods above me to silently hear my plea
There on the altar of justice I accept whatever must be !
There is a world that lives within the magic of my mind
And in this place I know exists the actions that I find
A road that twists along the way and creatures that I meet
Are there to greet this stranger as I travel on their street.
When I was small I had this toy
Of cotton cloth, it was a boy
And when I went to bed at night
I’d hug my Sammy oh so tight.
He wore long overalls of blue
His shirt was striped with pockets too
Brown hair had he of woolen yarn
His eyes were closed, his mouth a yawn.
I loved my Sam with sleepy eyes
My daddy won this grand surprise
One summer night twas after dark
In Palisades Amusement Park.
They’d spin a wheel around and round
And when it stopped the number found
Could win a prize but mostly lost
Just one thin dime was all it cost.
Sam lived with me many a year
He was my friend and brought me cheer
But after daddy went and died
Perhaps Sam ran away to hide.
I never found him after that
Of course we moved to a new flat
I’ve often hoped that he did find
Another child to treat him kind !
The year has come and flown away
This is another sanguine day
How fleetly time does pass us by
And leaves behind the tears that dried
Like memories we can’t forget
Or dreams we’ve had that haunt us yet.
I’ve learned so much as I have grown
We all must try to stand alone
For that is how each life does end
With only God as our fast friend !
There is a dream that comforts me
That one day I shall live to see
The power of our God will be
To loose our chains and set us free !
I am a saddened stranger lost
Here in this world so tempest-tossed,
Its fury which does much abound
Leaves none unscathed upon the ground.
It rages through this honeycomb
Of life that is to peace unknown
Oh Lord, be kind let calm abide
There’s no place left for us to hide !
I’ve traveled wide across the sea
To feed my curiousity
I’ve been to lands so far away
In places that I chose to stay.
Along the ridges of the cliffs
Or edges of the ocean’s rifts,
The wonders that are ours to taste
Like cultures we must not erase
Fill this old world with magic spin
And beauty we may revel in,
With so much more that’s yet to come
In God’s expected new kingdom !
Have you ever seen a mermaid when you’ve been out to sea
I’m sure that I have not nor anyone that’s known to me
Seems mermaids were a help to men at least a thousand years
There is a place on the Rhine I’ve been told that one appears,
Unlike the Disney creatures who know all the rights from wrongs,
The sailors call them Lorelei they sing enchanted songs.
Like Homer’s Sirens tempted those from Troy who homeward bound
Did flounder on the rocks about on hearing their sweet sound,
I’m sad that I might have to spend another thousand years
To hear a mermaid chant her song into my waiting ears !
The sun was hid behind the hill
It’s glimmer rose both bright and still
And warmed the air in its ascent
While hope to its surround was lent.
Be grateful that this winter’s gone
Allowing us to carry on
There are so many tasks to do
Lets tackle all not just a few.
We’ll say a prayer that this will be
A season of fertility
Perform the best way we know how
To till the land and tend the plow.
Long time ago and faraway
I dreamt a dream one special day
That someone real would come my way
And when it happened that we met
Twas such a thrill much like kismet
I felt we were on track and set !
Dreams may not be all that they seem
Perhaps pure fluff with lots of steam
I hoped we were on the same team,
Who knew what changes would be made
Or if some foolish game was played
Sad in the end when dreams just fade !
I haven’t seen a cowboy of late upon the scene
There are no cowboy idols as cool as Steve McQueen
There used to be Gene Autry his horse was Champion
Or what about Hopalong with Topper on the run ?
Dale Evans rode Buttermilk, they were the best of buds
While Roy was fond of Trigger along with other studs
Silver was so beautiful, Lone Ranger was top gun
Jay Silverheels on Scout played Tonto, Mohawk “injun”.
If there’s a cowboy heaven full of remembering
I’d love to be a cowgirl, I just refuse to sing !
Throughout our history we’ve learned
That words are more than image earned
From Cain’s admonishment reply,
“I know not”, that was his deny.
“Am I my brother’s keeper ?” so
From that day hence God made him go
Into the land of Nod went he
To live and raise his family.
( The first lie serpent spoke to Eve
“Ye shall not die”, and she believed
Alas, her true naivety
Willed us our real heredity ! )
The morn arrives both bright and new
With fragile hope soon overdue
The day awakes midst tender light
Seems we’ve just bid the world goodnight.
How fleet the time does pass us by
As youth to age will quickly fly
We barely touch what might been
Then wander off into the wind !
The picture that now greets our eyes
Perhaps too soon will don disguise
To hide away its plan perverse,
Destroy our dreams or even worse.
The time has come there’s no delay
To take a stand or kneel and pray
To beg our God He take command
Ere we are slaves in our own land !
I can remember days long gone
When we had trails to hike upon
That wound through forests clad in green
Up wooded hillsides by a stream
Along the bend where moss rose grew,
Look up you’ll catch a patch of blue.
Hundreds of trees of every size
Parade before your very eyes
Oh such a sight it was to see
What I would give once more to be
Alive upon those mountainsides
Where bits of God’s true wealth resides !
The clouds above seem ominous
And cast dark shadows over us
The wind is still and quiet now
There is no swaying of the bough.
The silence of this early morn
Bears portents of a day forlorn
Oh Lord, we weep for those we’ve lost
Is there no end to freedom’s cost,
Where is the path for us to save
Our world from such a reckless knave ?
My heart has wings, my spirit flies
Today will be a bright surprise
The air is sweet, the sky is clear
I know the grace of God is here.
So long ago on one dark day
Great plans were crushed and cast away
But rose again in truth to tell
This prophecy we all know well !
The angel tears fall all around
They sigh as each drop hits the ground
While heaven’s angels softly cry
The darkened times echo their sigh.
Can you guess why it seems so sad
This day recalls the death He had
Reminding us the hope that’s given
By our blest Lord as He has risen !
This morning as I rose from bed
I thought about the day ahead
And hoped that God would pave the way
For all of us who grateful pray
That peace and calm might once more reign
While love and joy their power regain,
Not only for the day at hand
But all that’s within His command !