Your Eyes

Eyes painted with so much beauty,
Windows to the house of God,
Bottomless oceans spread out forever,
Stories, poetry, and holy secrets.

Oh gates of eden;
I know where you sit,
Mystery of the universe;
I know where the truth is hidden,
What a fiery blaze.

I am a bird on a ledge,
Trying to find my way to heaven,
A lost stranger looking to get warm,
A poor child staring in wonder,
A fish in a bowl.

Do you see me here now?
What goes on in there?
What is it like?

To My Lovely Wife with her beautiful eyes. I love you and your eyes. February 9, 2011

There Is No Other

I often wondered why I couldn't see the beauty in a sunrise, or marvel at a rose,
People say oh isn't it lovely to see such a sight,
The birds in the trees and the colors of the sky are so wonderful,
But though I tried to see it with all of my might,
I could not, and so it's been since I learned to count my toes,
So I wake up early and I go to bed late,
I look around everywhere while I sit and I wait,
To catch a glimpse of these amazing wonders spoken of by so many,
As they point and nod here and there,
But day after day I haven't seen any,
And I've been all over, but haven't seen it at all.

Oh, I see birds in trees, and colorful skies,
I see sunrises and sunsets,
Roses and fields of green too,
But the beauty in it all escapes me by far,
I cannot see the beauty in such things,
Not on this earth nor on the furthest star.

So I wonder what is wrong with me,
I doubt my own sanity as surely this is not normal,
I search for the answers within,
I stare at such things trying to force myself to be in awe,
Over time I become comfortable with these feelings,
The feeling of feeling nothing in my soul,
As the days go by and turn into years.

Until the day I saw the most beautiful sight ever known to this world,
Surely this world and any other there ever was and will be,
A sight so amazing I can't easily put it into words,
No matter how many times it catches my eyes it still amazes me,
Wonder of wonders surely there is a heaven,
Because it took so much love to create such a thing.

Now I know why I don't see the beauty in an ocean or a forest,
These things were not meant for me,
They are meant for everyone else,
For me was reserved something even more wonderful,
You.

To Shiena my beautiful wife, I love you. Febuary 8, 2011

Thank God

I'm not the strongest guy,
I'm not the smartest guy,
I'm not the best looking guy,
I can't sing, and I can't dance,
To be really quite frank,
I don't have a talent to brag about.

I'm not rich or powerful,
I have no wisdom to share,
I have no tales of daring adventure;
Though I was once on a ship that sank,
But it was only a methaphor.

I've been told I can't do anything right,
People say that I'm good for nothing,
Sometimes I'm not good for anything at all,
I'm not short and I'm not tall,
Stupid is my middle name,
I never ever drank,
But you couldn't tell that by my mistakes.

I'm not that lucky,
I'm not that bright,
I'm not the life of the party,
I don't win first place,
I'm not anyone special,
I'm not anyone of importance.

Thank God I have you.


To Shiena, the reason I smile. I love you. Febuary 7, 2011