Love is born in gentle breeze
come to blow through silent leaves
stirring round, all things still
by the power of His will

Love is born in soft cool earth
for the seeds to break, give birth
now to aim for higher things
to the sky they stretch, for wings

Love is born in depth of blue
close, the sky bends over you
now it bursts with brighter joy
for that little baby boy

Life is not a bowl of cherries
round and sweet and red
It's not a box of chocolates
where you don't know what you'll get

You can describe life just like
all the foods you like to eat
But I bit right into life
and found it bittersweet.

life
the gift of god
many people share it
and see
butifull things
all around us
from the tips of the mountains
to the deapths of the sea

wynd
it moves us
kites and boats
we hear
butifull things
floating all around us
from the tips of the mountains
to the deapths of the sea.

fire
it burns brightly
everywhere
we feel
its warmpth around us
from the sun

To live is not just to exist.
It's so much more in-depth than that, so much more daring, so much more dangerous.
To live is to take a risk, a great and holy risk. And what do we risk?
Our lives.

I had a dream,
'twas fascinating:
it was joy,
it was fear,
it was hope,
it was fun;
it was was every thought and feeling
all rolled into one

and now for some reason,
I've awakened,
and found myself still here,
still living in this wondrous world,
of hopes and joys and fears

And the wind still sings,
it sings to me,
it says, always whispering,
'life is but a dream'...

home is a hard thing
to find
a soft place
to fall into
a dream
like a cloud in the sky
white on blue
where the sun shines through
to my heart
as it winds its way
over the landscape
of this sojourn
unwinds its strings
seventy times seven
moves on again
driven to a
home, a safe place
to land
a promise
of belonging
to give you a name
and a strength at your back
like the wind

living half empty
driving after a love that will fill us
hanging by a half-starved hope
that around the next bend
we'll find happily-ever-after
nobody stops to wonder
if maybe we're running
away from the one thing
that can ever bring peace

Used to be I could see
into the sunset of my future
Everything smiling at me
and just crying "adventure!"
Somewhere between then and now
I caved to fear somehow
Next thing I know he has
stolen my hope from my hands
and I find my dreams
on the ground at my feet
in pieces

And now I'm locked up without even a view
captive, without a hope of finding you

Come find me tonight

I remember that it was a bright night. The full moon cast ghost-like shadows of leaves and palm branches onto the hard-packed sand and coral road. On any normal night of the year, I would not have ventured up there. The trees of the jungle were tall and dense and silent, and seemed to harbor everything in the way of nocturnal creatures that my ten-year-old mind could dream up.

A hall; a tall foreboding house of stone:
Set upon the lonely, stretching snow,
And there, by its rusty iron gate, I stood
With a tall, strange friend I did not know

“Come,” he spoke, and went on, through the gate;
I followed him, past quiet trees which stood
Like long dead sentries, menacing the path,
With blackened leaves and limbs of rotten wood