Sunday, July 1, 2012

Secret Land

I know about a secret land
That's hidden far away.
So if you'll only take my hand
I'll bring you there today.

A place of stories, legends, mist
As old as time itself
Where those who know it can't resist
The vast amount of wealth.

A place of solitude and peace
And where the children play
A place of comfort and release
And fears are stripped away.

But, oh, beware of bitter storm
That tries to come and steal
The beauty out of all the land
And make it all unreal.

The air is full of magic
And the water full of youth;
The scholars study endlessly
To know its deepest truth.

For much is undiscovered still
With so much mystery
But if you open up your eyes
Then you will be set free.

But I suppose you've guessed by now
The things that you will find.
I think you know that place quite well;
That land is called the mind.

Friday, December 23, 2011

My Visit to Middle Earth

I went to Middle Earth today
Into the land of old
Where wizards laugh and children play
And dwarves are mining gold.

I wandered through the cornfields and
The hills throughout the Shire;
I ate my second breakfast 
With a hobbit, by his fire.

I visited dear Rivendell
And those that dwelleth there;
I listened to their poetry
And music, oh, so fair.

I traveled on to Rohan and
I visited the king,
And now that peace reigned in the land
I heard the children sing.

I also stopped by Mirkwood,
Though it seemed as dark as night,
I came out on the other side
And saw the sun's gold light.

I saw a wizard on my way;
Mysterious was he,
For there was knowledge in his eyes––
Much more than I could see.

I briefly looked toward Mordor where
The shadows once did dwell,
But that was many years ago
And broken is the spell.

And then I flew to Gondor and
I touched the old White Tree.
I thought about the brutal war
And final victory.

At last I leapt onto a boat
And sailed a silver stream.
But then I opened up my eyes,
For lo, it was a dream. 

(Nov. 2011)


The wind is my friend; he plays with my hair,
And chases the clouds all away.
He cools me when hot; he whispers my name,
And beckons me come out to play.

And he tells me when to go back inside
He talks to me all through the night.
He keeps me awake, or sings me to sleep,
And sometimes may give me a fright.

But when he is gone, I might not be sad
If then I am already cold.
But if he comes back, I just might be glad
For summer may be getting old.

The wind is my friend; he plays with my hair,
And gently he whispers my name.
He sometimes is angry, and sometimes is calm,
But I still like him, just the same.

(March 2010)


Of all the things I'm dreaming of,
Why am I running from this love
That binds my heart to Yours?
I go away and then I weep
For petty things I could not keep
Instead of what endures.

I know it's crazy, know it's true
All of these things I've done to You,
And yet, You love me still.
Why do I want to run away
And leave You for some other day
While other "loves" just kill?

And when I'm down, and times are tough,
I feel Your love is not enough
To help me make it through;
But doubts like that just go to show
How much of You I do not know––
I just don't have a clue.

(July 2011)


Some words are just better left unsaid;
No way to reverse the things you did.
Sometimes you just need to ease your mind,
Take the time to let it all unwind.

All these thoughts keep churning in my head––
Combinations of the stuff I've read.
Time to stop pretending how I feel
And admit that it's just all unreal. 

If I ponder as I lie in bed
Counting tears that never have been shed,
No more hiding, no more time to run.
Some things are just better left undone.

(July 2011)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

He Calls

When He calls my name I must listen
And always must let His light glisten.
Not my work, but His, that you see,
For He works a good work in me.

When He calls my name I must hear
And put away worry and fear
For that time there never has been
To waste on bad thoughts and on sin.

When He calls my name I must act
On faith and believing, not fact
Through good times and bad times alway,
And ask for His favor each day.

(Nov. 2005) 

I Sleep

When sunset draws near
And it's time for bed,
I shall never fear,
But lay down my head;
I sleep in the hands of God.

As I close my eyes
And wait for the morn,
The young moon doth rise;
A new night is born.
I sleep in the hands of God. 

(Nov. 2005)