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.


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.


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.”




Dreams escort us

though the night,

see the fairies

in skylight,

glowing, twinkling, ever so,

then its time to let them go.

Upon awakening

we feel the thread,

was it real ?

or a beautiful vision?

Teasing us into oblivion,

there to wander

peace filled and light,

to build our world

from beyond the veil,

now back down to earth,

with eye opening scale.

Believe its time,

Believe your worth,

We are all responsible

to share the dream,

to silence the dark,

to open the door,

to make a new world …

forever more.


Turn the page

Morning spirit

joins the dance,

wakens heart

with a glance

at rising sun

colors warming

from the one…

Feel the earth

spin round and round,

see the energy

without sound,

free the heart

from tarnished bonds,

seeking freedom

in the night

to dance the dance,

within the light.

To lessen evil

in the fight,

the greater good

taking flight.

In the lesson

the word is there

circled with its own despair,

yet its meaning

lacks a flair,

for reality

to pretend…

tis not there.

Leads us to

a breaking point,

where to now?

lead the way…

strengthens us

this very day

with the victories of old.

Into the fray,

from which we’re told,

the prophets and saints

throughtout history

turn the page,

seeing what others

cannot say…

Only seen through

heart and soul,

what we’re meant,

from mother’s womb

then we waken

to the doom,

of earthly life,

without memory

lost but not

yet holding on

to the inkling

in the dawn.

With the faintest

ray of sun,

knowing at once

the plight

of each one

who wakes to ponder


in all its wonder.

Paradise Now

When once we see beyond the veil,

secret galaxies revealed,

ushers in a moment when,

all else within this reality -pales…

Try as might,

its too late now,

the vibration changed…

the heart has grown,

into an otherworldly hail

of light…

To strike the organ we call love,

an open blow, a deeply felt wound,

whats the use of this? we cry to whom?

It is the journey we call life,

nothing less than sacrifice,

of selfish focus, words and deeds,

of inner voices we must not heed.

To circle back and join the rest,

or fly ahead and at Source’s behest,

to live our mission helping all…

ascend to heaven.

What is heaven, yours or mine?

How is it defined throughout time,

Tis the paradise we know,

love throughout and letting go,

do it now on Earth and show,

the perfection we have within…

to create the now.



Our Faith Remains

If I  cannot expess,

my broken heart,

If I cannot understand why it

all fell apart,

then what is my purpose,

what is my art?

Why am I here

what is my part?

In the grand scheme,

I break the paradigm,

righter of wrong,

speaker forsooth

can I,

will I,

stand up for our our truth?

Surrounded by enemies

ever vigilant to depart,

from the path of honesty,

ready to stand apart.

That is the plan

for the darker evil,

divide and conquer,

no matter the collateral.

What can we do ?

Our lightworkers ask,

how do we remain,

conscious to the task.

As we have before,

with broken hearts,

we strive onward,

stalwart as before,

through the dark night,

onward we must go,

onward we sow,

the  seeds of hope and light,

as lightworkers we go.

It is our path,

it is our plight,

to hold the lantern

forward through the night.

How you ask,

how do we bestow,

hope to others,

laboring below?

Below the layers of dawn and  dusk,

below the layers of favorable and

utmost trust…

We have been here before,

we will be again,

we must prevail ,

or evil will reign.

We know not why we have to endure,

but it is our fate,

and here we are,

it our choice, it is our fate.

So do not lose hope,

do not lose faith,

in our darkest hours,

the light remains.







Rising sun

reflecting on still water,

cooling breeze tickling my hair,

dew sweet wet grass

hugging my toes,

fresh clear air fills my nose.

Breathing deeply,

feeling the day begin,

I say prayers of thanks,

for all that has been,

and all that will come.

Creating the peace,

that I feel within…

to be present in the world,

is the reason for existence,

in this time and place…

The web that connects us

is our heavenly grace,

we must use it for good,

to uplift the human race.




I saw the Sun,

sending golden waves,

to meet me …

As I sailed through the milky way.

I saw the Moon,

as I flew into outer space.

I saw the stars,

and I suddenly felt …

out of place.

I saw the Heavens

as I raced,

to fulfill a dream…

to understand grace.

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