You live in your prison…with your butterfly soul

You live in your prison with your butterfly soul
I pray for your rock-a-bye body that suffer so
and your sweet sweet soul
Maybe your will find your way
I pray
I never let go of your butterfly soul
Find your way back to you

Tell me something…Little wildflower

Tell Me something…
Little wildflower…as you grow beneath the trees
Do you wander, do you seek?
To be like roses… So beautiful and sweet?
Do you try to be like our growing wild friends?
That’s what I love about you in the Spring,
With the sunshine…You creep and seep inside my soul
Till I can barely wait to see…
Your beauty… Oh so beautiful to me
Sweet wildflowers come back to me

 

No Yellow brick roads to set me free

Never no yellow bricks roads that set me free
I didn’t know that till I looked out at the yellow sunset
Asked God to show me something real
Wasn’t no yellow brick road,
Kinda dark and uncertain
I saw them for who they really were
Maybe a little yellow, but not the road to freedom for me
I heard someone say…he’s yellow…no, not me
I love yellow, I drove a yellow mustang, but I’m never yellow
I’m free being me, waiting for the next way, doesn’t look like a cross
Doesn’t look like me, however I have a friend who takes my hand
and says…walk with me
Never no yellow brick road for me
I’m thankful for that

 

AND so…like now

AND SO. . .
I am here with you
This moment…I don’t want to take a selfie…
and maybe we create something from this
I trust this place where we
Find ourselves
Like now… I’m trying to be true
And give myself to this moment
I never know where this space will lead
Why you seem to trust when I let go… you hope for it
I always trust in this, a space in where we just
Become ourselves and I hope you feel it too
AND SO. . . and thus I am me…

Still…Small…Voice

Baby I always got one more time for you
…so
Tell St. Peter, to hold those pearly gates
Tell all the angels, I won’t be visiting
I won’t go without knowing
That I’ve done all I can
Lifted you  …till you are sayin’
Maybe I should be listening
To the
Whispers & that …Still…Small…Voice
Amen

You know…It is Only Love…

You know it is only love
I find it really is everything?
When I think I finished or done
Love comes pushing though sends me
Back to this love and then I think
It’s all about Love…isn’t it?
You know it is only love?
Don’t you?
Sometimes I think it’s okay that I know
Maybe one day you will see this too