for there is always hope

under the freshly fallen snow

there lies a seed waiting to grow

above the storm filled sky full of woe

there is the sun waiting to glow

for every soul beat down

and cast with a frown

for there is always hope

waiting to help them cope

for there is always a way

through each and every day

there is no troubles so bad

that they are ever more than just a passing fad

thanx Courtney Livingston for the theme

of the power of peace

an open field of wild flowers

bending to the powers

of a wild but gentle breeze

how i long for these

for the simple views

hold the truest hues

of the power of peace

and our stress does decrease

in every day

we can find a way

to renew our inner peace

and give our turmoil release

thanx to Samaeopteryx Reeser for the

opening stanza and theme

from death's permanent hold

so this is the time

that a mighty star most sublime

rose to point the way

to a very humble soirée

for in the manager

was found the end of danger

from death's permanent hold

a wondrous baby to behold

for 2000 plus nine

years our lord does shine

the greatest gift ever given

and all our sins forgiven

for i was to blame

the money was granted

for presents to be planted

beneath the holy tree

a little bit of shiny wrapped glee

only so many it would buy

and my heart did fry

for i was to blame

for this christmas shame

but suddenly a new light shone

and i realized it is always known

that no amount of presents

can replace a good parents presence

so god bless us all

from the tall to the small

from over there to over here

for love and hope is always near

Flung Like a Lightning Bolt

i gave to the world a song

and after not very long

the world gave me three

equal in beauty

i gave to the world a curse

from my heart it did disperse

flung like a lightning bolt

and was given ten more in revolt

i have nothing of my own

for everything is on loan

and can be any time in recall

from one above who controls it all

to the slow grind of time

when we reach the place

at the end of the race

and find another lap to go

it can feel like woe

for nothing is ever perfect

and everything is suspect

to the slow grind of time

and there is always some grime

but it is all part of the grand design

and we all still shine

to the giver and taker

of the universe's great maker

it will pass in time

its a searing pain inside

its a heart that is fried

its a soul feeling betrayed

its a spirit becoming a deeper shade

i want to escape it

no longer feel it

it will pass in time

is all that i can rhyme

nothing more i wanted to be

than to be a father in a family

for nothing more i prayed

than for children i helped made

You will believe in me

this destiny can not be dodged

what can i say?

that will ease the way

the future it goes

where no one knows

can i be the monster they see?

i have the evidence all pointing at me

this destiny can not be dodged

unto my heart it is lodged

for every step ahead

i must bow my head

and give thanks for another day

what can i say?

a daily reminder

there is no doubt

that there is an end to the clout

and soon shall pass

the cloud sent to harass

this poets frail heart

the pain is off the chart

a daily reminder

of faith in a grinder

struggle through this we all do

for we have no clue

of the master plan

of what does end and what began