The Scent of Love
In a dream, I saw how the world would be
if all the people were free
from prejudice, hunger, war or fear
knowing God's presence is everywhere
In my dream I traveled around the earth,
watching peace, love and harmony give birth
seeing people gather and grasp each other's hands
In the arctic, the mountains, the prairies and desert lands
faces of ebony, bronze or ivory white
listening and seeing with spiritual sight
Generating healing energy that as a mist lifts from above
then showers the earth with the scent of love
Now my friends, grasp the hand of another
acknowledge them as your sister or brother
look into your eyes and say
Namaste' Namaste'
Generate healing energy that lifts as a mist from above
Then showers the earth with the scent of love
The Ice of Nice
Ice seems impenetrable to crack,
it needs power and energy and might
yet on a summer day, it just melts in the warm sunlight
and is transformed into a puddle that flows into the thirsty earth
and helps a blade of grass to grow
or on a gust of wind or gentle breeze
it is carried off and again may freeze
or fall as rain, sleet , or delicate fluffy snow
In faraway Dublin, Bahgdad or Tokyo
I can form a shell impenetrable, hard and cold like ice
it hides the hurts, sorrows and fears: it's the veneer of nice
The ice of nice has caused my tears to freeze firm and cold
and hide the authentic heart and soul
that was meant to unfold
I can crack that shell of ice of being nice
go within to find the light
so the ice of nice melt may begin
The radiant Christ light thaws that veneer
unlocks the pain, sorrow and fear
The shell disolves into a mist
there I discover the gift
the icy shell has been transformed
and compassion, kidness and mercy have been reborn
The delicate mist moves to increase
awakens the powerful, authentic me to gentle peace
deep within, then travels out and sweetly grows
So it's essense touches many hearts and souls
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