The valleys so low
Yet mountains so high.
There’s no searching Your understanding.
Beholding Creation Life’s Holy Splendor…
Reaching down, touching me
Ways so perfectly You
So perfect for me so tender.
Beyond understanding, beyond feeling
Sweet intimacy healing my soul.
Singleness of purpose; clarity of mind;
Beyond shadowy doubts, I KNOW
You are my God.
I’ve had you, Kymbo, on my mind.
Your sadness veiled beneath your smile.
Your loss so very great, having lost your soul mate…
Unto our silent eternal embrace.
But…as a guitar that sings,
For a song that’s sung,
Life & death are altogether in one.
So gather up your tears on a thread of your memory;
And then sing a song from the depths of your heart.
It’s shattered fragments will flow in harmony,
And you and your loved one will never be apart.
Voices in the Garden
Voices in the garden make me weep,
Like all the memories I want to keep.
Are they from my future or past?
Why do the sounds fade away so fast?
Is it the wind playing tricks on me
Or heavenly bodies I cannot see?
The voices are as smooth as thick, velvet silk.
They almost make me forget my guilt.
Perhaps I am dreaming so this is not real.
But who placed the flower in my hand that I feel?
A little girl dreaming
Of love, strong and true
A man to have, to hold, to depend on.
One day realizing
Such men are a forgotten breed
And settling for a lonely kiss
On a winter’s eve.
Opening my eyes, seeing you
The dream realized, the forgotten love
To cherish like precious stone.