I Take Off the Mask

This may not be a time for dances, but this is a time for prayer. This may not be a time for clapping, but this is a time for songs. This may not be a time for merriment, but this is a time for awakening. This may not be a time for running, but this is a time for rest. This may not be a time for kisses, but this is a time for hugs. This may not be a time for laughter, but this is a time for smiles. This may not be a time for parties, this may not be a time for noise, But this is a time for healing, and this is a time for joy!

I am so small, and You’re so BIG, how can I ever love YOU the way You love me? Sometimes I hate myself for just being me, yet how wrong am I to think that way. For I am me because of You, and You gave up part of You, so I can be me. Please help me Lord, to live with gladness; Knowing that I am me, and believing that each moment, I shall be more of You! poem+religious

A walk in the rain my feet in the mud a patter of raindrops as I look up above Streets are flooded I wade my way through like a child lost in wonder like a child lost in awe And if I can dance without tripping if I can just sing once more I’ll thank the rain now washing my face and I shall walk on and on and on… poem+rain

You ask me why I’m happy? I am happy because I have a great inheritance. My Father is the King of the Universe, And I am a daughter of royal blood. My time never runs out For my time is forever; Never will I worry of the moment, For mine are the eternal reaches of time. My peace surpasses the understanding of the wisest men For it is a peace that never shatters With the most troubling shadows of the night. It is a peace that comes from the spring of letting go, Completely letting go. You ask me why I’m happy? I ask you rather, why not?

A little tear, a little crying, For not all of life is smiling; A little cloud, a little rain, Though the sun is always shining. A little pain, a little aching, So our hearts can keep on growing; A little cross to see the right, A little night before the light! poem+cloud

There are so many things, I cannot understand, Like space in all its vastness, Like time that never ends. Such things, which I cannot Even grasp by the hand, Like the music of the wind, Like the glowing of the sun. But though this is so, I shall forever keep, All things, which are to me So good and very dear. Not of course in my mind Where there is emptiness and doubt, Nor with my hands Which cannot even hold. But here, here in my heart, Where there is peace, Where there is love, Where there is YOU!

Joy is in cool mornings, A cool morning breeze when the sun is bright; Joy is in this feeling, Of rebirth and delight. And I yearn to wake up and awaken; I yearn to walk beneath the light; I yearn to walk just near the trees, And watch some little birds in flight. I yearn to walk just near the shore, And watch the waves at sea; There’s nothing I could ask for more, Than earth’s enchanting melody. In the early hour of the day, When night has just passed away; When all is fresh, and all is beautiful, When all is brilliant, ever pure. Joy is in cool mornings; A stroll amidst a brand new day, When life is just beginning, When angels sing and dance and pray! poem+morning