The Crown

We’re kings and queens

that won’t own our crown-

Constantly, incessantly

letting each other down.

Damn, we’re so empty.

Just so fcking profane.

Screwing each other,

all for bucks and fame.

No one’s gonna admit we’re sacred.

No one sees we’re divine-

created in His image,

losing our way over time.

We believe we’re alive,

but it’s all in our head-

physically alive…

emotionally dead.

Good Morning

It’s miraculous.

The wind blows and I feel my soul shift.

I feel the wind blow and my problems lift.

The sunrise and the sunset,

The Glory of God,

I am not soon to forget.

Another day has come,

and another day will go.

Blessed beyond measure.

Blessed more than you’ll know.

The Sun awakens and grazes all that is and

All that ever will be.

The Sun awakens and awakens the Life inside me.

No greater sight to behold,

than the slightest tilt of the Earth on its axis-

than the Earth reaching out of the darkness,

right out to the heartless, and

into the morning light.

It’s a miraculous thing-

To know,

to treasure,

to revel in all that is Life.

In all that is Love.