The peace of this night

The wind rushes through the trees,
like an orchestra playing three nocturnes,
creating the perfect setting for fireflies,
to dance to this sweet melody of Chopin.
The stars find their places in the dark sky,
and I wait for Orion’s belt to appear,
so I can see him shoot his arrow.
Nothing is more peaceful than the night,
where silence is a warm blanket,
where you can meditate on the essence of life.
My rocking chair calmly swings back and forth,
as I play non-existent notes on my guitar,
giving my thoughts a way to escape my mind,
and slip into the oblivion of this peaceful night.
God speaks when the world is silent,
so I listen to the voice of Spirit who speaks,
on the whisper of the cool midnight wind.
If I would close one of my eyes and sleep,
I would miss all the wonderful things,
nature has in store for me,
so I try to stay awake and listen carefully.
All I can hear is the sweet sound of love,
penetrating my flesh, taking over my soul,
bringing me the peace, I have been looking for.
It is her desire to bring me joy in the morning,
so I thank the night for Chopin and his music,
for Orion’s belt and his arrows coloring the sky,
and the gift of love I found in this peaceful moment.
As the dawn arrives in her colorful glory,
I pray that the peace of this night will remain,
during every minute of this brand new day!

New Rays of Hope

New Rays of Hope

Trees dance in the rain,
as a sparrow shakes his feathers dry,
on the soft sound of the piano keys.

The hot steaming liquid in my mug,
reminds me of the fireplace at home,
but the beach is to inviting to leave now.

Storms on the shore take my tears,
and send them along with the wind,
in bittersweet love letters to far away places.

Small towns are like warms blankets,
keeping the cold out of the weary heart,
where it begs for love to find her.

As an artistic flow of creativity touches me,
I can only take what I have left in my hands,
for it to find a way to come surging out.

With a pencil in hand I sketch the night away,
for the morning to arrive in words and pictures,
that align with the Divine connection with my soul.

For a short moment longer the sea rages on,
and I witness the dark clouds disappear in the distance,
only for the rainbow to whisper the new rays of hope.

New rays of hope