The Distance Between Here And Heaven

Sometimes the distance between the deliverance and the trial
can seem to be a million hard miles.

And at times the distance between bitterness and peace
can seem to be a far ocean we could never reach.

Sometimes the distance between despair and hope
can seem to be an endless gravel road.

And at times the distance between our doubts and our faith
can seem to be many worlds away.

Yet the distance between each one of these
is simply the space between the floor and our knees.

Deep Inside The Ocean

We cannot reach the measurement of the distance
between one bitter heart unto another.
Nor can we calculate the moment of transformation from
tenderness to callus. Yet like some shells deep
inside the ocean, every hard heart has cracked places
that could break, we just cannot get
close enough to see.

Reflections From The Water

The follower is like a leaking faucet that just keeps dripping
and dripping until someone comes along and turns off the valve.

The fool is like a puddle in a busy pathway that gets stepped
in time and time again.

The dreamer is like a arctic glacier that lives in constant
longing for a spring that it has never known.

The hero is like a high flowing fountain that's fervent
spray touches all who come near.

The leader is like the tide that has the power to pull the waves in and send them back out again.

For all mankind is like a thousand differently wound rivers
yet each one is reaching toward the same ocean.

Greater The Loss

Is it the longing for the majestic sunset for the man
that can no longer see?
Or is it the ignorance of the colors for the woman
that has never seen?

Is it the ache for the one now left with just recollection
of years of mother's embrace?
Or is it the emptiness for the orphan
who cannot recall her face?

Is it the loss of the mighty tree
burning as it falls?
Or is it the lack of the tree
that never stood at all?

To Know The Meaning

To know what freedom means
ask a soldier.

To know what loneliness means
ask the elderly.

To know what trust means
ask a child.

To know what regret means
ask a fool.

To know what cherish means
ask a lover.

To know what strength means
ask the handicapped.

To know what devotion means
ask a Mother.

To know what mercy means
ask God.

The Force of Weakness

The weak ego of an insecure man is an utter paradox,
like comparing the force of a feather to that of
a atom bomb. When it is hailed it is frivolous like a
feather that must be delicately put in it's
place, for the slightest wind can carry
it up and away in a gloriou delight,
but when it is crushed
it is fierce like a atom bomb
that will surely kill itself
and everything directly it it's path.

Something To Hold On To

You would not walk the edge of the highest bridge without holding on to the rails.
Nor would you ride the ocean's wind without holding on to the sails.
You would not climb the tallest tree without a good firm grip.
Nor would you receive an offering without unwrapping and holding the gift.
You would not set up a ladder and climb it on shifting sand.
Nor would you accept a trophy without holding it in your hands.
So why would you walk through the trials of life empty handed your whole life through.
For hope is there and it is something to hold on to.

Brilliance

Brilliance is not a newly cut diamond,
but the glistening eyes of a child so full of hope.

Brilliance is not a scientific theory,
but the enlightening that can occur
in the colliding of two souls.

Brilliance is not a orchestrated opus,
but the deep flutter of the leaves that
only the forest can compose.

Brilliance is not a numeric formula,
but the unmeasurable capacity of
what a heart can hold.