I’ve heard of
energy flow and
transcendental
meditation
Mind over matter
astral projections
one-ness and
self-observation
Aren’t they all
a way to explain
we really don’t
understand
How our lives
have been created
by God’s own
hand
Is it so difficult
to accept we
are more than a
scientific fact
And true meaning lies
with faith hope
and love being our
biggest act
Gisteren avond keek ik
naar boven en
zag duizenden sterren
in de zwarte nacht
En de glimmerende puntjes
miljoenen jaren ver
vertelden mij van hoop
en gaven me kracht
Om te beseffen dat zolang
ik kan genieten van
Zijn scheppingen die
in de hemel staan
Mijn leven genoeg waard
is voor Hem om
steeds maar moedig
door te gaan
Blue neon angels with
Golden trumpets and halos
Strung along snowflakes and
Holly on lampposts herald
Peace and goodwill triumphantly
To all without a sound
As I drive home
While the man on the radio
Talks about violence and sex
In comic books and his hopes
Of a multi-billion dollar
Franchise complete with
Action figures of the heroes
For young children
And I think to myself how
Fitting the metaphor of the
Silenced divine messengers among
Passersby in the night where
Violence and greed are eagerly
Explored after the Christmas
Sale signs have disappeared
Reality rips through me
like a fever
shredding everything
inside
And every time I
think I’ve healed
the fresh wounds open
wide
I wish I could simply
deny the constant
haunting day and
night
Oh to wake up in the
morning and see
everything in new
light
Please give me strength
dear God
as I keep wondering
why
If I can ask you to
stay with me
until my tears are
dry
Will I ever find
sanctuary
is this chaos really
necessary
To find the peace
I seek
to see my future
not so bleak