I love the silent moments,
times where only one sound you do hear.
And the body feels the wake of Christ,
each time he comes near.
The scent of the wild flowers,
drifts across my mind.
And the gentle brush against my hand,
from the man of time.
Eyes wide open, ears so keen.
if only all could live in my dream .
Taste of the Lord upon the wind,
and knowing he shall come back again.
"Heaven has no ends".
Born through his touch live in belief,
and the Lord you shall see.
Bring forth the love and tears shall not fall,
it's his way after all.
Heaven is here only we cannot see,
for it's the way of our teachings indeed.
They feel in the wake as he passes them by,
and even today the tears flow from his eyes.
Eyes wide open ears, so keen,
if only all could live in my dream.
Taste the Lord upon the wind,
and knowing he shall come back again.
"Heaven never ends".
If we reached out and shown love his way,
could we all taste the Lord upon the wind this day.
Feel his wake as he drifts by,
would we then learn to open our eyes.
He so watches through the children and bows his head,
for what he has witnessed through their eyes he cries instead.
Where their could be laughter and love and freedom for all,
most never take the time they never heard his call.
Eyes wide open, ears so keen,
if only all could live in my dream.
To taste the Lord upon the wind,
knowing he shall come back again.
"For heaven never ends".
Author notes
Do you feel lost or sad and lost and feel their is no where or nothing that can make your life right again .Well I must tell you this night you can be brand new again and you know in your heart he is the only one that can bring you this joy but first you must taste him on the wind and feel him brush past you from the wake as he travels through his homeland .See him within the children's eyes and know you are still his child but like most who pushes their [parents away so do they push God away feeling so grown up and can go it alone . No one does well alone for in the time you don't believe is the time of the whispers of the mind so directed by evil and yet you still ask why do I do what I do why do I feel this way why doesn't anyone care for me . I ask you what good deeds have you done to draw love to you for love is like a flower without the proper care it dies
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Comments
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Lovely just lovely. i love the weaving of the Lord with the simple free pleasure of this beautiful world through breezes and scents. just feels like spring. awsome penning.
5th stanza: tears flows i think should be tears flow, thats the only thing that tripped me in the whole thing
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this is so beautiful. your story is one of hope and unending love that only the Father gives. Only God can give security and unconditonal love. He is Father to all who need and want Him.
what a refreshing read my friend!
Mary
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