Secret Place

Secret Place

A hush falls quietly on my soul and stills my beating heart

I've come to worship as I do and set myself apart

In a forest wonderland of snow beneath the white tipped pines

I walk in silence all alone and forget the world of time.

I cannot say what draws me here, I think I do not know

But when the world becomes too much, it's to this place I go

Far from the road and off the path on a trail you cannot see

My secret place to seek God's face and where He meets with me.

I turn my face up to the sky and let the snow fall down

Laugh like a child born in the wild and kneel there on the ground

The wind plays with me like a friend and blows my cares away

And if I could I surely would forever this place, stay.

The snowbirds come to visit me and sing their winter songs

I listen rapt with joyful heart till the day is almost gone

The trees, tall and attentive, wave the odd left behind leaf

And as the snow covers up my tracks, I leave behind my grief.

The world's a big and bitter place, most of the time to me

And loveliness and kindnesses are rare for the eye to see

In fellow man, in heartbreak's hand, it's hard to find the love

So I go running through the woods and search for it above.

And there I find it in the quiet with hillside covered in the white

The sparkling brook, the crystal fall, the One who made me, made it all

And for my hungry eyes that yearn, I listen, watch, observe and learn

Then take away the unwritten page He writes for me on nature's stage.

God's whisper, tender, like a glove, restores my soul, renews my love

Washes me clean, removes the stain, then sends me to the world again

And though I travel through the mire, fall in the quicksand, burn with fire

To that sacred place again I'll go and kneel my knees on fallen snow.

Cry out my pain and lay me down, to seek the mercy where grace abounds

Lay down the load I cannot bear, to walk away and leave it there

Pour out my heart for Him to see and let Him mend it once more for me

Reach up my hand to touch His face and meet Him in that secret place.

©by Voo

Jan 31, 2005

 7:30 p.m

The In-Between Time

Saturday, December 28, 2019

The In-Between Time 


Sun going down into the black well of night,
It sighs and whispers, "See you in the morning."
And holds onto the day as long as it can
Not wanting to be alone.

The shadows come first, like errant clouds
And then the sunset, the twilight
The golds and cobalt blues so ethereal
They make you want to cry without knowing why.

Slipping now, slowly, like a broken kite on the water,
The sun dips, rouses again, and gives up the fight
Going under the blanket of pink clouds in the West
Yawning like a sleepy baby sinking into dreams.

I know how it feels, the sun
I know how hard I try to hold onto your voice
On the telephone, your words on the piece of paper,
Your hands as they pull out of mine and rush off towards tomorrow.

My lips hold to yours as long as they can
Tasting your kiss even after you've gone away
My heart feels your imprint against my chest
As my arms close and grasps your form of empty air.

Twilight is so lonely, so lovely, but oh, so lonely
The in-between time, not day nor night, but a time all it's own
'Twixt shade and shadow and blue gone to midnight and moon
The time the heart fills with longing and hears only whispers.

And when the darkness comes, as it always does,
I wait for the man in the moon to smile
And if he does not, I know he is sitting alone
On the dark side of the moon, sighing, just like me.

Waiting for love to wave it's hands and gather me back
Into the daylight and out of the darkness
That can only be lit by your love and the waking sun
The bright day separated from the beautiful night
By the in-between time.....and the magic of the twilight.

©by Voo

December 28, 2019

11:20 a.m.

Golden Time of Day
by Maze

JUST TOO PERFECT put on full screen Merry Christmas

Your Eyes Are Like.........

Your Eyes Are Like....

Your eyes are like the ocean

Deeper than the sea

And swimming there inside their depths

Is where I want to be.

Your eyes are like the heavens

Up above my head

Sending signals to my brain

Demanding to be read.

Your eyes are like soft rainy days

And sometimes like a storm

Blazing up with passion's fire

To make my cold heart, warm.

Your eyes are like twin mirrors

Hear me, yes, it's true

I see me in your eyes of love

And in my eyes, you see you.

Your eyes are my jewels and my gold

My silver shining sea

And joyous I live now I've found you

And your eyes shine on me.

©by Voo

12/10/19

THE GLORY TRAIN

Train sounds

 The Glory Train

         

Down by the old train tracks in Glory, Mississippi

                There is a man that walks alone

Almost every night when the moon is high

                Waiting for a train..............

That never comes by.

Sometimes you can see him

Sometimes you can feel him

Sometimes you just know that he's there

Walking and weeping and crying like a baby

For the girl who had left him 'cause she didn't care.

               They say he died there waiting for the train

                To come back through and go searching for her

                In the blast of a blizzard and the arms of the wind

                He froze like a statue for the train had derailed

                 And neither he or that old train would be running again.

There are too many stories

               That come out of Glory

And I haven't a clue if any are true

But I know this one is and that man's not a myth

And this is the story I'm telling to you.

I've seen him myself and that is the truth

When the night was quiet and the moon was full

A pale apparition with big ghostly eyes

Piercing the silence with his heartbroken moans

Walking and wailing like the poor man could die.

One night I walked there as I made my way home

Following the tracks in the cold December fog

Longing for warmth and the comfort of fire

Sad for myself and the love I had lost

                 Lost for my lips were the lips of a liar.

A coldness colder than  deep winter's breath

Blew on my face and clutched at my arm

I  froze where I stood like my cold feet were fused

For a man stood there holding.................

A ticket he'd never used.

I shook my head when he held out the ticket

                 Staring at him and not wanting to see

Then I turned to flee in my terror's mad grasp

                 Running away from my future

                As he ran towards his past.

                But then I stopped and turned to face him
Standing there waiting on those tracks of pure rust

His face was a see through mask of such pain

And in the distance in the darkness

We both heard the train.

It hadn't run in forty years

                It hadn't existed since before I was born

It hadn't sounded that old whistle low

And how it ran then, I couldn't tell you

But the man caught the train and that's all that I know.

         

©By Voo

Oct 9, 08

2 a.m.