Reflections of a Child

A fire dances on the ground, The darkened forest makes no sound, The sky is pricked with pins of light, And the lake reflects them to my sight. *** The water moves with a calm grace. As I glance down and glimpse my face, I try to look past the distorted reflection, I wonder if I'm able to gain perfection. *** This forest world is shadow filled,  The darkness breaks what'er I build.  Light and truth are seldom found,  In a forest with no wholesome sound.  *** Upon this earth is nothing worthy,  Of any form of transcendent glory,  But from the twilight I lift my eyes,  And perceive the stars upon the skies... *** I see light and truth reflected clear, And I to heaven now draw near!  The darkened shadows of the earth,  Are small when next to the stars rich mirth.  *** The fire here echos the fire in my heart,  The heaven above is but a small part, Of the beauty and glory of our lov...

The snow is falling in soft stillness, So peaceful for my mind, But the night soon rests on the heart Bringing the cold of the winter wind. In the twilight of the day, The wind wakens beings confined, And faeries begin to dance and flit, To the music of the winter wind. The shadow of a gentile breeze, Now seen dancing with the snow, Awakens something deep inside, A winter wind in the soul. In the deepest hours of the night, The power of dark is highest, The faeries turn to ogres now, The winter wind is whitest! The snow and shadow go to battle, the faeries slay the storm and kill, The ogres of the darkened sky, and the winter wind begins to still. The walls of wind encircle now, Like white ribbons in the air, The night still rules the storm and sky, Dawn finds the winter wind still there. As a new sun rises on the day, the storm, at last, is broken, But the storm of soul still swirls on, Your winter wind awoken. Thu...

I do often find myself, When thinking quietly, About the world around us,  What has nature taught to me? As I see the reds and golds,  Of Autumn's cheerful glory,  I see the falling leaves and think,  What is nature teaching me?  I watch the wind blow through the grass,  As the leaves fly from the tree,  I think of faith, and things not seen,  The ways nature teaches me!  I think of winter coming soon,  Like the Saviors misery,  Taking color from the world, What nature teaches me... But after winter, spring will come, With all it's brightness be,  Like Christ rising from the tomb,  And His nature teach to me!  Oh Lord my God, what is my part, In making all men free?  May nature fill my heart with light,  By what it teaches me. 

Faith, Hope, Charity, Love, With an eye set on the glory above!  I wish it were just that easy, To be just who He wants me to be... Faith is believing in what isn't seen, this is the key to who I'd rather've been.  It's so hard sometimes to know what to do, But with it, Christ, will bring me on through! Hope is something deep down inside, Sometimes something which I'd like hide. It is simply something you want to be true, Sometimes it's something not true about you... I love you so much, you see,  I want to give to you through Charity. Not just with money, so bland. But by reaching out a caring hand!  Love is not what you think, it's a verb. It's how we act on God's mighty word! Through service and joy and softness of heart, it's love that shows me just what is my part!  The last of these points, the hardest of all, Is constantly keeping my eye on the ball. It is in the last stanza, the key t...

From white to red,  From red to white,  The Moon glances down  In the deep of the night. * * * * As I gaze toward the Heavens, And think of the strife, I can’t help but ponder,  The Lord, my Savior’s life! * * * * That despite all His glory,  He came to follow the plan,  And though He was so perfect, He bled for all of man. * * * * And just like the Earth, Blocking light from the Sun, The Noble of Birth Died for everyone. * * * * Now as I ponder The Moon so bright,  Though your sins be scarlet, Your burdens may be light! * * * * I know that I’m His, This life is not mine, He has shown to me His love, In the Moon, in a sign.  * * * * From white to red, From red to white, My Savior can heal me,  In the darkest night.