You - with audio

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When I am afraid
You see the child
A crying man
You hold me
In your arms
You give me
Your hand

You are my candle
In shadows dark
My companion
As I embark
Light on the way
You are my guide
On stormy sea
You are my peace
Among the turmoil
You never cease
You fill my
Lamp with oil

You are my
Health and shield
To your love
I gladly yield

Love Is Not Dependant - with audio

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Love is not dependent
On being with another, what others think,
Vaunted sex, social status, or looks

It is not at once passionate
And then disillusioned, rather it endures
Love is not possessive, but patient and kind

Love leaves room for thought and understanding
Freedom, autonomy, reaching out and compassion
Love is more than just passing knowledge, it is active

Love is a happening from beyond our existence
Apart from our efforts, love lives, touching all
Forgiving, believing, overcoming, hoping

Love is the author of miracles, a courageous spirit
Love brings us pain, sadness, joy and gladness
It brings us together and cares for us when we're apart

Love makes a fountain of an empty heart
It makes sense of chaos, wisdom of foolishness
Loves is healing, building up, renewing, eternal.

When we open ourselves to love
All things good and right are possible
Love watches over and serves all things great and small

Love creates and holds the multiverse together
Light, darkness, creation, and brings us little children
To seek love, help others, find peace, happiness and life.

Holidays Far and Away - with audio

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The glowing red embers were dying away
As the young girl drove off after evening prayers,
With chestnuts, hot tea and short bread cookies
Roasting in the still, bright fires of her mind

The host was gone to bed after offering
The young traveler the dainties of a cozy guest chamber
Her goodnight flew down the stairs
Like a stocking filled with candy

Her thoughts were aflame, filled with snaps of
Images and the ribbon of feelings from her past
Tidings of family, friends and all the persons
Whom she had known and loved over the years

The old clock like one whose mind could not be made up,
Pointed decisively first this way, then again that way
With it's long brass arm and disk, until the rhythmic
Telling became the subtle heartbeat of silent thoughts

The old folks, Nellie and Lynus, lay in slumber
Visioning a more peaceful time and day, like a silent film
Of flowers and the waving of wheat, within which
One might view the embodied freedom of their souls

Kindred distanced from us by time and space
Swirled into dreams with a kaleidoscope of happy memories
The angels marveled at how softly each breath was taken
The fluttering of eyelashes, soft chuckles and rosy complexions

The Eternal One was working miracles this night
Across town, the young miss arrived home,
Took off her shoes and was quickly into her sleeping gown
Then hopping into bed she bade the house pets to join her

After reading a few verses of Edna St. Vincent Millay
To all the curious eyes and pointed ears on the bed
A  ponderous sigh expressed itself on her countenance
While escaping from deep within her gentle frame

Life, she thought, how wonderful and mysterious
As the enchantment of midnight overcame the day's excitement
The girl could no longer feel the room's cold air about her
Only her little friends and the stars above were aware of her quiet smile

The green leather sofa murmured from beneath his form
As the bell in the old clock called the young traveler's name
Sleepy burning coals hissed, sputtered and tap-danced a kindly lullaby
Faintly hinting of the hearth's earlier fire outlined by the room's darkness

Thus, Christmas eve, passed into one with Christmas day
The angels in Heaven rejoiced while the hilltops
Changed from the shadows of night to the pinks of dawn
And merry became the sun's rising as the birds sang with our spirits

So shall peace remain in our hearts and thoughts beyond the fullness of time
We rejoice and give thanks, because the Almighty one has seen to all this,
Awakened his creation once more this day, wrought wondrous things,
And even now continues to bind all things together in the Messiah's love.