Have you ever heard ,
Listening to natures sounds,
GOD speak to you,
From heavens hallowed ground ?

We write the words we write
So eyes that read will know
Within we are poets
In heart and mind and soul.

RLB

Gazing out the window
On this beautiful winters morn
Under sky's of gray
Where the flakes of snow are born

It is a peaceful scene
Snow silently crashing to the ground
All that was so dark
Is covered in white all around

The branches of the trees
Glimmer with a diamond coating
As from above up higher
The white keeps downward floating

So peaceful, beautiful, serene
Is this morning to my sight
As I watch God slowly paint
The earth in purest white

RLB

A
Heart
Turned
To
Sapphire
Under
This
Worlds
Obsidian
Sky

RLB

I watch you from a distance
Though you know not I see
And as I watch I wonder
What must your story be

I can see some truths about you
But they are very few
I have more questions than answers
As I wonder about you

I know you are someones daughter
Could you be a mother
Do you have a sister
Or maybe even a brother

I know you had a father
I ask"Did he love you true"
Who might your mother be
And did she care for you

Where did you once live
Did you have a home
Do you have anyone
Or do you live life alone

Is it your choice to live alone
Is there no one with which to share
Do you have someone to love you
And someone for which you care

When did your journey start
Were you loved when it began
Do you have any hope today
Or do you just wish that life would end

No, I do not know you
Your joys or your sorrows
But I wonder do you know
There is hope for tomorrow

To me you are a mystery
Only God knows your glory
When I see you I wonder
But God knows your story

So much time has past
So little time now left

Trees
Barren limbs
Dead leaves fly
Cool breath of God

RLB

I remember a time now past
When I was young and strong
Of  going to a quiet peaceful wood
And walking there alone

Among the mighty trees of oak
That gently swayed in the wind
Watching a leaf float down the creek
And then disappear around the bend

Listening to a song so pleasant
Being sung by a singer dressed in feathers
His stage a branch made of wood
In a tree old and aged and weathered

In my memory those days are treasured
Of walking upon the woods hidden sod
Finding I never was there alone
For in the wood walked also God

Birth
Life
Death
Eternity
Eternity
Eternity
Eternity
Eternity
Ete­rnity
Eternity
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