Messages





It comes sometimes

A burning inside

A feeling



A knowledge that is deeper than deep

A wisdom beyond the realms of man

It comes as a message

Sometimes as text

Which I diligently relay by finger and key

To share a word; Just a word or three

So others may see how the angels guide me



Many times it comes

In forms just as clear

As pictures in my head

Or as a melody so pure



An image unknown to others I see

A song unsung from vast eternity

Messages as strong, that I long to share

Brought to me with such divine care







        Something I have not

        It sorrows me to say

                Is the skillful hand of an artist

                Or the practiced ear for music to play







When messages come in picture or in sound

The come in forms I cannot relay

God be willing, that I spread these around

And given time and technology today

Perhaps I can tell these stories someday

Stories that laugh

Stories that cry

Stories in color, or tune low and high

But until that time as memories play

These messages fine, in my head they'll stay

Here is yet another of several pieces that I have laying around and have yet to share until now. This one, I remembered not when I wrote it. The page, however, tells the date as November 16, 1999