A Glimpse In The Night

The difficulty with putting Inspiration into Words.

The words only exist inside of me

There is no solid

There is only vibration

Without Frequency Matter could not Be

 

A Child looks and Sees

And turns to Me

For an assuring Glance

That He might know it is Real

 

The Stars shine down on Me

They set me Free

For their Light pierces the Dark

Putting Hope within the Emptiness

 

Holy Angels whisper thoughts

I try to find a word to relate

There is distance between

A falling short, but yet enough to see

 

Skies of Blue

Rainbows Too

Declare the Word

We are Sons of Truth

 

Clouds pass by

I wonder why

Where do they Go

Drifting through until Reborn

 

Trees talking in the Breeze

Saying ancient Mysteries

Brooklets running by

They do not lie, they do not lie

 

Rivers mighty cutting through

The Granite Walls

They speak of change

Energy moving On

 

The golden Flower

In the Field

Free To Be

Standing to Be Seen

 

And when I see it All

It is then it comes to Be

Not Before

No, Not Before

 

Resting on the Shore

A lonely Pebble

Sits and Waits

To be Seen, To be Seen

 

 For all comes down to this

A Sound

There is Nothing More

For all is Sound

 

Without the Sound

There could not  Be

Anything

It holds and molds Together

All That Is