UNKNOWN
I came today as the falling rain
And gently covered each hill and plain
Tomorrow I will come again
And still you do not know me
I came last night as the silver moon
No shadow to my light immune
The night is gone alas too soon
And still you do not know me
Each tree and river, each fish and bird
Can feel my touch and hear my word
My greatest gifts on Man conferred
And still you do not know me
I am summer, autumn, winter, and spring
I am every note the song birds sing
I am part of every living thing
And still you do not know me.
THE MEETING
The sun reigned supreme in a cloudless sky as I went along my way
My senses were filled with the sights and sounds of that lovely summer's day.
The cooling breeze that kissed the trees and tempered the mighty sun
Caressed my face with fleeting grace and like a young coquette was gone.
Then I heard a voice behind me when I had thought myself alone
And although the day was rather warm, it chilled me to the bone.
In fear not knowing what I would find I turned my head about
But to my surprise before my eyes stood a happy smiling youth.
*I did not mean to frighten you*, *you did not* I replied.
In truth, he did not believe me for his smile grew very wide
Then my momentary anger was soon dissolved away
By the look of open friendship from the youth, I met that day.
We walked along, this youth and I, and talked of many things
Of having a contented mind and the happiness, it brings.
We talked of truth and justice and of God's love for us all
And the hours went by so swiftly for night began to fall.
He said I have delayed you with all I've had to say
And now the night is coming on you should be on your way.
I asked if I might know the name of the happy youth, I'd met
He looked at me with steady gaze and said my name is Death.
Oh come on, you deceive me, for Death is not like you
But a cold and gruesome skeleton with skull and crossbones too.
I'm very sure what Death looks like; I've seen him in my dreams,
He's just like all his pictures in the books and magazines.
The young man shook his head and laughed * those pictures are not me
But products of a frightened mind so full of misery.
For death is but a messenger, an angel sent by God
And if it should be he looks like me is that so very odd.
I asked if he had come for me, he quickly answered no,
He smiled and touched me on the arm and said I have to go.
Your road is long and lonely, full of tragedy and strife
But come the day we meet again I will truly bring you life.
He pointed to the sunset and quietly said it's gone,
And as soon as he had said it I was once more all alone.
Why did he come and join me as I went along my way
That's something I shall think about until my dying day.
THINK OF ME
And when time has come between us
And I can no longer be by your side
Think not, but that in some way, I shall still be with you
Not one sun will rise or set, nor will a season pass,
But I shall look as you make your life's journey
I will share in your joys and sorrows
Which must come even as the sun and the rain
Walk in the fields and among the trees
Where the gentle breeze can touch your face
And know that I am in its caress
Look for me in the face of a flower,
And breathe deeply of my fragrance
And when at any time, you can listen to the songbirds
They will speak to you of me
Though grief must have its time, let it tarry not, or else,
It will keep you from finding me again
Believe in this truth I give unto you
For I will be with God
And God is in all things
A HAPPY MAN
Happy the man who goes without
And does not need to fuss and shout
Who never lies and keeps his word
Though others think him quite absurd
He carries on with his own plan
By God, I wish I was that man
Happy is he who finds his God
In places others think as odd
Out in the fields and in the trees
Or moving on a gentle breeze
In all the universes span
By God, I wish I was that man
Happy is he who seems to know
Though toil and troubles bend him low
Whilst pain and sacrifice demand
His strength is always close at hand
To show his place within the plan
By God, I wish I was that man.
WHERE ARE THEY NOW
Where are they now? No one seems to know
No one stops the turmoil, nothing stems the flow
There's no happy ever after, no prince, no magic wand
No fairy God mother comes to say, I'll take you by the hand
All the things of childhood, which brought magic to my life
Are now but distant memories, I yearn to keep alive
The frosty breaths of winter time, presents round the tree
The drawn out summer evenings, playing safely by the sea
No knights in shining arnour, no damsels in distress
No heroes with their daring deeds, no holy men who bless
Why have they all forsaken us, why are we all alone
No holy grail, no golden fleece, no sword within the stone
Perhaps they did not leave us, but were sent by us away
For we no longer needed them we found new games to play
Games of greed and violence, of war, despair, and death
We play these games at such a pace, there's no time for regret
The communication networks are now the food of life
Selling anything you need, a home, a child, a wife
We live in a material world, and it isn't odd you see
There's nothing now that's not for sale, God's a commodity
We kill the things of nature, and in truth, it's we who die
Where is your species going to, I hear the soft winds cry?
And I can give no answer, for I do not understand
Why mankind cannot live in peace on any stretch of land
Each day I say a humble prayer that things will turn around
And the heritage of children to prosper will be found
May truth and justice light their way, may happiness be met
If they find the things that can't be found, on any Internet.
