Love: A Double Diamond Dreamer

A double diamond dreamer, one who finds
The wondrous heights of joy, a path that winds,
Beyond mere realm of hope's reality,
Surpassing any simple fantasy.

A double diamond dreamer stands inspired,
With hopes and dreams beyond the faint or tired,
With knowing far beyond that of man's will;
With comfort from our God, who says, "Be still."

A double diamond dreamer sees those dreams
As if accomplished, even though it seems
The dreams are still not a reality
In terms of something that can ever be.

A double diamond dreamer takes a thought
And places it where dreamers really ought,
In other words, beyond the realm of man,
And sees it as a part of God's true plan.

The double diamond dreamer sets a goal,
In spite of seeing part and not the whole,
And builds upon that double dream each day,
Instead of simply dreaming it away.

A double diamond dreamer dreams of love,
And knows that God can work from up above,
To make a single dream, a double dream,
A double portion promised, is His scheme.

God gives His own a double portion.

Thoughts: Wee Laddie

The wee laddie marched on as he played.
Stalwart did he seem; to watch, I stayed.
The bagpipes were piping loud and clear.
Crowds began to gather close to hear.

His kilt swayed so gently in the breeze.
Ev'ry song he played, the crowd did please.
I thought as I saw him standing tall,
Surely love inspired him, was his call.

The wee laddie played and marched along,
Round and round his stage with ev'ry song.
Now and then someone would wipe a tear,
As his music roused a mem'ry dear.

The melodies, yes, one that I heard,
Resounding as sweetly as a bird,
Showed me the wee laddie in each man,
Softly playing bagpipes in God's plan.

In each man, there is still a wee laddie. 

Unspoken Thoughts: First, I'm Going to Build a Mountain

First, I'm going to find a mountain
And I'll buy it for a song,
Then I'll chisel out a fountain
And I know it won't take long.
When I get the water flowing
And it will in my own time,
I will turn it to a pipeline,
Not a bucket of mere rhyme.
Soon it will be overflowing;
Others too, in pools will bathe,
Or they'll walk the streets of gold built
From the nuggets they all save
And they'll be such special nuggets,
Gems of truth exposed in deed,
Everyone of them is planted;
Each in turn will bear new seed.
Build a dream, yes, build a mountain,
Reaching ever to the sky
Where the birds fly or the sunbeams;
You can reach eternal high.

Unspoken thoughts can lead to reality’s action.

Gifts: There is a Gift That You May Give

There is a gift that you may give;
It's deep within your soul.
It is the one thing all man needs
In order to be whole.

It springs from love within your heart.
You feel it deep inside.
Compassion is that special gift;
In you, it does abide.

The race of man cries in his pain;
Each one can hear the cry.
In answer to his humble plea,
Please open wide your eye

And see his need, that deepest need,
For which his heart still seeks.
When you allow your soul to move,
Then your compassion speaks.

Compassion is that unique gift
That you'll need someday too.
So share your gift, as now you give,
And some may share with you.

You can give the the gift of compassion.

In God's Hands: There's a Bluebird

There's a bluebird,
A pretty bluebird,
On the window of my heart.

There's a rainbow,
A double rainbow,
Where I stop and God does start.

There are good times
And very blessed times,
In the future that I see.

There are great gifts,
Yes, wondrous new gifts, 
In God's promises to me.

Claim God’s promise as fulfilled.

War: The First Lady

Waikiki's first lady, this grand hotel
On O'ahu Island, weaves its own spell.
'Moana', it stands on volcanic shore.
Tourists and limosines come by the score.

Tropical flowers with palms waving high,
All bid 'aloha' as waves roll on by.
Surf riding tradition, monarch's delight;
Gath'ring of people while surf's at its height.

Tall pillars standing while breeze way floors slant;
Palatial grandeur, but somehow one can't
Justify windows that stand at half mast.
Soft mournful breezes; war's shadow still cast.

Artist's portrayal with unspoken sound;
Architect's splendor, myst'ry all around.
Victorian elegance holding sway;
Verandah, spindles, grand piano play.

A banyan tree terrace, shaded white beach;
Extinction of monarchy. Branches reach
Far back in history, ancient folk lore;
Hawaiian mem'ries erupting once more.

In honor of the 100th birthday of the Sheraton 'Moana' Surfrider Hotel, Waikiki Beach, O'ahu (1901-2001). It reflects the World War 11 tragedy, at Pearl Harbor.

On Love: What Kind of Love is This?

What kind of love is this
That bids us stand like art,
When coupled in a tie so dear
That none can tear apart?

If love is e'er so wise,
Then is that love to see
Us ever bound in fear or death,
Or locked in tragedy?

When love would have us stay,
Why does life bid us go,
As if to say it rules the world
And ne'er will kindness show?

We know that love will win.
Life, only at its best,
Is what we want and what we need
And life perhaps a test.

Thus, life will e'er move on
And closer, we will grow,
Proclaiming love as life supreme,
Thus letting true life show.

There is love and then there is true love.