This is history

Heather Houzenga is a sunny summer day. 
Heather Houzenga is a sign of dew drops in the spring.
She is filled with creative personality.
She stands in front of the glass.
People and I, we imagine a works with courtesy and love.
We share that vision.
Maybe she is lost to them, maybe she is not a rock like they need, maybe she is only a small bee.
Possibly, she should be buzzing around the flowers.
She should be pondering world hunger.
Next year, the stars will be tangible.
But, in the skies puerile say she is already there.
This is Heather Houzenga.
She is a comet, touring the universe, soaring through the heavens.
And, this is history.

Some days

Some days are meant for stillness,
Some are meant for play,
Some are simply lonely days
In need of chasing our clouds away.

Some days are meant for loving,
Some are full of tears,
Some are merely courageous days
Where we cast off all our fears.

Some days are meant for rushing,
Some are slow and steady,
Some are simply reflective days
Awaiting the moment we're ready.

Swept up

I simply wish to be swept up and away,
Off my feet and into the blue...
My wings are there waiting,
For just the right breeze...
It's coming quick and carries
The perfect melody and hue...

Forget all your sorrows

Forget all your sorrows,
Forget all your fears;
Cast of the reflections
Others have placed on you
All through the years.
Surrender to the moments,
Surrender to your calling;
Rise up and stand firm,
As a new day is dawning.
Witness the natural,
Witness the simplicity;
Take notice of the cycle of life
In all its enormity.
Remember to breathe,
Remember to always listen;
Lift up your voice of purpose
Unless it go missing.

June 1, 2016

What are the moments?

What are the moments
That make you happy?
Turn the circle around.
No amount of money
Can lift you up
Or put you down.
There is a line
That God
Wants you to cross;
Lift up your head,
Put on a smile
And KNOW
That He is in charge.
Nothing can happen
To you who believe
And have Faith.
No amount of worrying
Will change your fate.
You're doing the bidding
Of the One up on high
And with this love,
You never must die.
Remember in your heart
You will be provided for;
Never minding those
Who come banging
On your door.
Their motivations are not pure,
You can tell and
See through them.
Be on watch,
For God will make
All things clear.

May 22, 2016

Pull the Thread

Pull the thread
That holds it all together;
Tug at the loose ends
Until it's all tattered.
Unravel it all out,
Until there's nothing
left of you,
But to be able to submit
To the higher calling
Upon your heart.
Strands of energy,
Feeding through the construct
Of the world,
With connection anew,
Through the needle pull;
Eyes feeding upon
The nothingness
That is really the essence
Of the base,
The fabric,
Of all that is and was.

May 19, 2016

The moments

What will you do
With your moments?
Shall not one be in vain,
Lest you do nothing
At all --

Be aware of the energy
Around you and within.
There are no wrong steps,
Only moments that lead
To the full purpose
Of your higher calling.

Let go and see
Where the net appears,
But make the decision
To be present in the moments.
Breathe.
All is well.
Do what needs to be done
To make your heart sing.

February 2015