Do you see what eyes cannot see?
Can you see what is beyond the natural?
Are you aware of what is hidden?
Do you see the vision?
What’s the vision?
The Vision?
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.
They are mature …
They are free.
They are wild.
They serve and live for something bigger.
They create.
They laugh…
They make love.
They suffer patiently.
They belong to the nations.
They write their addresses in pencil,
And laugh at their strange existence as sojourners….
They live in honor of His Majesty.
They love the dying and hurting,
And use their wealth for just causes,
And creating beauty.
They are not stingy or selfish.
They are set apart,
And their wisdom is honored by all.
They reach for the stars,
And live in integrity.
Their lives are pure… and dangerous.
They lay down their lives for the cause,
And are heroes.
Their lifestyle outside,
Matches their inner life.
They are history makers,
But they are often hidden.
They are disciplined,
And fearless.
They wait…
They watch…
They listen,
And they take action.
They are attractive both inside and outside.
They are…

A Man Alone

A tall man with slightly wavy dark hair and green eyes,
With a powerful build and a gentle smile,
Walks alone under the twilit skies.
His mind is full, as he stops to think by the river awhile.

His business has been going well, but one thing he lacks…
Something that constantly appears in his mind’s vision…
Or while his feet over many highland trails and roads have walked.
He lacks wisdom.

How could he forget that night?
How could he forget that gaze?
Where she was … he knew not.
Would they ever again cross pathways?

Not even 5 km down the road,
She sits outside on a bench… wrapped in silence.
Her thoughts so loud… can they be heard?
How she longs for his embrace.

An inclination… could it be?
Could it be that he was close at hand?
She turned this way and that… to see…
If he would emerge from the fog of the land.

Down the road, he continues alone,
Unbeknownst to him, he is approaching…
His heart feels like it is nearing home…
And suddenly swells…as with a poem.

Rounding a corner suddenly….
He spots his beautiful love.
She recognizes him … instantly.
Elise! Is it really you, my dove?

She rushes forward.
His heart in somersaults turns…
Her heart quickly beats onward.

Softly, she rests her head on his chest.
He whispers his love in her ear,
And knows her heart is at rest…
The stars above shine bright and clear.

The man’s heart is overwhelmed,
And he smiles with contentment.
Elise enjoys his presence and his smell.
They soon walk together on the pavement.

Sharing stories of their past,
And dreaming of their present,
They feel the trees watching… observant…
And know they must be patient.

Dreams do not come true in a day,
And relationships are not built in one second.
Her eyes dance today,
And his dreams are reinvented.

She sighs….

He kisses her under the moon,
As the nightingales sing their tunes.