Seeing Beyond the Ordinary

Discover the Beauty in Each Day

Heaven’s Gate

On wings of doves

she flew,

with her loves…

as promised on faith,

some day we may

have a talk,

to learn the way

to paradise.

What its like

and how to claim,

the wonder waiting…

beyond the rise,

of clouds and rainbows,

created by…

a million sighs.

Of dreams and passions,

thrown to the heavens,

sprinkling earth

from the skies,

like tiny raindrops overhead,

meant to fulfill

our deepest desires.

We know the gate

is by death itself,

but to cry and wail,

is lacking grace,

as has been told

through the ages,

images we hold…

Love, light and peace

Just waiting there

at the end…

of heaven’s stairway.



Morning glory

sunrise beams

colors of softness

highlight pain.

Little by little

the light slips through,

Leaving only bright


Then the soul cries

its done…

no more body

only peace,

till the sunset

of a life,

We go on

through days

quickly paced,

when finally departed,

thats the time,

most will realize

its not in space,

but of a certain

perfect haze,


or lover’s gaze.

Heaven is what

we treasure most,

Reunion with spirit,

love and grace.



The world alone

shudders in fear,

as glaring reality

forces us to atone.

We close ourselves

to what may come,

creating an illusion

as to draw near…

our dreams and loves

of turtle doves,

gentle images surround

silent tears.

For love may come

and love may go,

but friendship lasts

forever so…

that when the time

comes to say—


the bond remains,

between hearts,

it never dies,

whether in spirit —

or in your lovely blue eyes.




Conference Report — Writer’s Digest Novel Writing | J. C. Conway


Standing upon the sodden shore,

gazing upward at the moon,

all are shipwrecked here,

as Luna wakens our inner core.

Light a fire in our soul,

shining brightly in the sky,

cleansing the sadness and more,

luminous energy raises high…

all is possible in our eyes.

Now is time

to break the past

visions of life

begin to surpass,

disappointments are sly,

now its time to smile,

knowing today we can but shine.




Morning clouds hang

high over the trees

flying skyward

listening to me

singing softly

all night long…

setting my soul free.

Blue and white and purple still,

sun set’s shining rays

belie the thrill

witness to an Angel’s flight,

a splendid highlight of the night.

Evolution reveals the path,

of Ancient wisdom…

to unlock our human strife

help to others on the road,

to-ward freedom

to-ward life!






Dream It

Upon waking, she heard a voice

sweet and still

nothing shrill,

whispers in the morning


Saying slowly

strong and sure,

never fear

there is always more.

For those who ask

and those who choose,

the way is clear,

of this we are sure.

Lilting and low,

the tenor led her

to a field settled with snow,

whereupon she witnessed

the rising sun.

See this field of wheat my dear?

The song asked her so, so near.

All of the town

may have this to eat.

Rise up and tell the people

of the town,

sleeping still,

to come and harvest

the bounty here.

Running to alert the folk,

she saw a vast green patch,

wondering …

she stopped.

Seeing vegetables rising

and growing to the sky!

Now she felt

her excitement grow,

she thought her hopes

were all but lost,

this WAS a miracle,

before her eyes.

Skipping now

she went fast,

barely breathing,

flying past,

a stand of cows

with a sign

that read, free milk here

come for repast.

Stumbling into

the center of town,

she could not talk,

or even frown,

wonderment filled her cherub face,

sparked with joy,

and beaming grace,

the town was saved,

by pure belief,

that all would be well,

and all would be safe.

Praying each night,

when all was lost,

hope restored,

onward to see.

The villagers gathered

to hear the tale,

told by a young girl,

of her beautiful dream,

and all were beholden

in their quiet faith,

knowing the way was always there,

uncovered by the love of

a sweet dear girl,

and presented by God,

to save them all,

safe & sound

who heard the call.

Be the Light

When all seems lost

the way is near,

burdened by loss,

whatever the fear…

open your eyes

to the here-

and now.

Belief is the key,

to unlock the door,

the world is waiting,

rise and tend

the precious gift

meant for you

to share.

Change the scene,

before your eyes,

just think it –


now see and smile,

Faith is trust

in your ability,

to be the light,

toward a brighter tomorrow.



In the dark

she saw a flicker,

a shadow of

life yet to be,

sensing movement

seeing there,

future unfulfilled..

she bade him come,

to sit beneath

the oak tree.

Future mine…

she asked him near,

what is so dear

that brings you close,

here …

in the dark?

Let us stay together

waiting for sunrise,

then I’ll know you

when the need


Future sat

and wrapped her

in love,

giving her a sense

of the way

a feeling of security,

for all her days.

Then he left

without goodbye,

exept a small refrain

to remember him by…

“Stay bright

Stay alight

Be the comfort

On a cold night.”

Without a sound

Future was gone,

she wandered slowly into

the dawn.

But, now she had

beginnings of  a song,

to carry in her heart

to sing along,

to whisper softly

keeping a secret

on a shelf,

To unlock in near

or distant times,

to help those in need

with her rhyme.

Now, she feels the coldest air

blow down

from the mountain

into the town.

Tis the present…

she must stay abreast,

doing her work,

preparing winter’s nest,

making the children

secure in the home,

making each night

warm and light,

giving each- a tender hug

good night.

As for the past,

that is all there is…

to remind us of memories

both cherished and sad,

bringing the moments

once in the present

now gone to the wind.

Remember the lessons

to never again

fear the mistakes

or cry for a sin,

just keep looking forward

never to bend,

“Stay bright

Stay a light

Be the comfort

On a cold night.”



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