Space In My Heart Waiting For You

Small Lives

Small Lives

It is hard for people like me
Who have bigger hearts than most
To live such small lives.

It is hard for people like me
Who have such large dreams
Never see them come to pass.

It is hard for people like me
Who have such tirelessly thoughtful minds
To be disdained for the very thoughts we think.

It is hard for people like me
Who have more love in our little fingers
Than a thousand hearts who don't care that they don't care.

Why must it be so, this deadly truth?
This common fact,
This observation made on a daily basis
By those of us with all of the above and yet none of the above.

That is, the dreams that are fulfilled,
The grand thoughts brought to fruition,
The love we've given, returned
The hearts so filled with the yearning for life, given a chance to live?

Why must we live destitute
 In a world full of treasure chests spilling over with love?
Why must we dance in our dreams on feet floating on air
And wake holding nothing in our empty arms?

Why must we build the castles in our minds
Only to see them crumbled by reality's hands?
Why must our hearts wither and die, deprived of the thing
That keeps them alive more than blood?

Why must we live like this, helplessly watching
The big tidal waves sweep our dreams off the shore
Why must we live these small, small lives
When there could be so much, much more?

©By Voo
April 2020

The Eyes Of Old Men

The Eyes of Old Men

We've seen your heart in the eyes of old men

Taken under your wing every now and again

You gave them a home and a laugh, and a meal

You gave them a refuge and some peace they could feel

God was pleased with your compassion, I know

I don't need anyone to tell me it's so.

You grew up strong and you grew up wild

To your parents, a gift and an only child

You got their blessings and cursings, too

For their only desire was controlling you

But you honored them with all that you had

Even though it would often make other folks mad.

When I was a child, you were busy and gone

And left us there often in our hills and our home

At times you were hard and seemed to us, cruel

Provoked and provoking us like we were tools

At times you were gentle and spoke with a soft voice

And we wondered what happened when you made that choice.

You were such a strong bodied and willful man

Guiding us all with your strong, willful hands

Even now as you lie there all broken and weak

You're still making us cower like we're tiny and meek

We try hard to honor you just as much as we can

But we take our guidance now from Heaven's strong hand.

Father, up there You must know just how much

We struggle and long for our Dad's gentle touch

A word of concern, or a soft loving glance

Some interest in our lives. Is there any chance?

Please reach down, I beg You and open his heart

For all we are growing is farther apart.

For we are, as those old men, so lonely and cold

Friendless and untouched, much like things bought and sold

Betrayed by his hard looks, cruel laughs and mean words

Orphaned by his father's heart. Oh, Lord, it's absurd!

We are cut to the quick till the tears sting our eyes

While we reach out in vain for his love like a prize.

Oh, Lord, hear the prayers in our unhealed childish hearts

Resolve and restore before death pulls us apart

We've waited so long for a Daddy that cares

And who smiles with his eyes and doesn't pierce with his stare

We just want the same love that we know he has shown

Open armed to the outcasts, to these outcasts at home.

Daddy, we've seen your heart in the eyes of old men

Homeless old beggars, and you took them in

But Daddy, we need you, to look now at us

Your children, grown up in a world without trust

Trusting in God now to guide from above

But we still need your kindness, we still need your love.

Look now upon us, six trees standing tall

We are your children, you fathered us all

But we need a daddy and we need a friend

And all of those things that you've never been

We're motherless now and soon you'll be gone

While there's time, won't you reach out and make us feel at home

In the eyes of an old man...............

©by Joy and Voo

Jan 07, 08

For our dad
who died in 2014
Don't know if he ever read this or not
but we sent it to him
There are 4 of us left now
and he never made his peace with us

Love Come...love this so much

Earthrise

May It Be..2Cellos

Earthrise

I stood on the new moon 

And I watched the blue earth rise

With forests of green

And bright clouds in her eyes

I saw how she danced

In orbital glee

I saw that she loved the wide skies

And the sea

I watched her embrace

All the colors of man

Knew she'd been created

Before they began

Saw how she formed

Was molded with love

Saw how the light came

From the light source above

I felt in my heart

How the Creator knew

That his creatures of clay
Would cleave his heart in two

Like my brothers before them
Many servants, beloved
We saw their lights fade
 As they were banned from above

And yet he created

And gave man that place

Earth's garden of Eden

With such love on his face

And the earth was his treasure

In the vast universe

And he taught man his poetry

Each line and each verse

And he taught them his songs

And Earth applauded for joy

As it received all the wonders

That his hands did employ

Till the brightness went dark

And the faces of men

Hid themselves in the shadows

As they chased after sin

And the plowshares, to weapons

Turned the wonder to wrath

And the Creator's head bowed

As his heart tore in half

And I know how he feels

For my heart's breaking, too

For the forests' shorn foliage

And the skies, rarely blue

I loved all the colors

That sprang from his hand

On the earth, every planet

And the variety of man

They've forgotten what joy is

They've forgotten to feel

That they are a family

Though they're his family, still

And the earth is unhappy

And has fallen to fear

Mourning for mankind

And the love that lived here

For I am an angel

That watched the earth form

Saw the sun set in evening

And then rise in the morn

I beheld all the miracles

That were bestowed from above

Yet few of Earth know me

Because my name is Love

Love, scorned by Hatred
And with Hatred, replaced
Took the loving from living 
And man's sweet smiles, erased

Dark ages came, dark ages are
And ever more will be
Unless the darkness in men's souls
Will turn and call for me

I'm told that all can be made new
Some bright and happy day
When the dark has run it's wicked course
And no longer has it's way

For eons long, we've waited
My brothers, just like me
 To see that sad old world made new
And the hearts of men, made free

 Tonight, I stand on the ancient moon 

With teardrops in my eyes 

Watching through that darkness, waiting

To see a new Earthrise.

©by Voo Shining Stone
August 28, 2020
5:33 a.m.