How Can We?

How can we fathom
The depths of the ocean
And the secrets it contains?

How can we dream
Of worlds far away
And stars shining so bright?

How can we laugh
Laugh at sorrow
And laugh at love?

How can we sing
Songs so sorrowful
And songs so joyous?

How can we love
The loves that we had
But cherish those we have?

How can we live
Live without love
Love without songs
Sing without laughter
Laugh without dreaming
And dream without our fathomless God?

Writer's Block

What do you do,

When you don’t know what to write?

What do you do,

When your mind is completely blank?

How do you write,

When it feels like there is nothing?

Well, as for me,

I write about nothing.

That is why

There is this poem.

Oh, what do you do,

When you don’t know what to write?

Trees

Towering high above my head,

Swooping down below my feet,

Glossy green sweeps around my face.

The crunch of last year’s leaves,

Is soft under my feet.

Rough ridges brush my fingertips,

And the cry of birds surrounds me.

Can you hear the sound?

The Powers of the World

I cried out to the wind so wild,
"Save me, save me, from this terror!"
But the wind then answered,
"I shall not, I shall not,
For I am but a breeze.
I can do nothing against this terror."

I cried out to the earth so deep,
"Pull me from this sinking hole!"
The earth then answered,
"I cannot, will not,
For I am but dust,
There is naught that I can do."

I cried out to the sea so wide,
"Take me, take me, from this road!"
The sea but laughed,
"I will not, shall not,
For I am but water,
And I have no wish to help you."

I trod along the road so long,
Despairing as I went.
For there was naught,
Of wind or land or sea,
That would save me from these things,
Those that wrapped me so tightly,
I could not carry on, for they were myself,
And me and I.

But there a light,
A light through the darkening fog!
And so, by grace alone, I found,
The only thing that drew me out from myself,
And gave me life anew.

I knew naught that this thing existed,
Others like myself.
I knew not what to do,
With all these like, and yet so different.
They shared with me the road they took,
Of their cries and their despairs.
And in this all, I found,
Despite all powers of the world,
That friendship is the only thing,
The very only thing!
That makes a heart beat clean.

Cats

Big cats and little cats,

Fluffy cats and furry cats,

Solar powered cats,

Old cats, baby cats,

Every cat is different,

But I like every cat.

Rain

Drip, drop.

Drip, drop.

Little drops,

Big drops,

Falling down.

Drip, drop.

Drip, drop.

On my nose;

On my glasses.

Now I cannot see.

Sing Like the Bird

We shall sing like the bird

And cry like the wind.

Our hearts laugh as one

And their song brings life.

We are a chord,

Apart we are incomplete

Together we are full.

The world is calling

We must go to her.

There are those whose hearts are broken

And we must heal them.

Our song shall make them whole

Our hearts' laughter, fill them.

The cry of our mourning will never be heard

For we only grieve for others.

When shall we ever give thought to ourselves?