“Soothing alms,

bathed in charity; washes

clean your inward excuses.”

Written By: Delores M.Sparks

On Silent Sound

I beheld an old man

with leather-ed skin.

His clothes, were tattered,

and peeling away from him;

like bark from a dry tree.

His gray eyes were cresting over with tears.

I couldn’t help but stare.

The sun seemed to be dancing

on his shoulders.

He stood very still in his

silent sanctuary.

I wondered…

He must be pondering something,

confessing something,

wishing something, in his

private prayer.

He didn’t notice me, but

I saw a eulogy in his monumental

stance… An ode to a mystery.

This was calling God!

Amen!

A compassionate scene showing

the creator…gratuity.

All the layers of reality

connecting into the single prayer

of an old man,

standing on the horizons

of Silent Sound.

And I was there,

by invitation…

Destined to see God

literally communing with us.

I hope your invitation

will be as miraculous,

as this one.

Written By: Delores M. Sparks 2009

Peace

No! mother don’t cry…

Your  baby couldn’t possibly fight

those fires, which rain from the sky.

Oh, mother wars will  always be wrong.

Bombs only snuff out Gods love

and dry up harmony’s song.

No! mother don’t cry…

Life on Earth was never

meant to be our final paradise.

Poor lady take what remains of your

broken voice, and shout out

to God… to stop

the disease of war.

Lest we forget,

and humanity collides.

Written By: Delores M. Sparks

Travel Natural

Convene with me and nature;

We’ll stand together at the edge.

There we shall feel, neither

life nor death.

How good it is…

Just to unfold our spiritual cloths

until we’ve reached the peaks of meditation.

There is serenity in traveling natural

when the mind is at peace with the soul.

Ashes into roses…

roses into blooms.

Never forget, your body

is a part of nature.

Yet, your soul belongs to the One.

Travel  natural, until

your soul goes back to God.

It’s your job to repeat; that which you’ve learned

and to live like your connected to the rain

to the sun, to the stars, and to the moon.

Come, convene with me and nature

We’ll stand together at the edge.

We’ll look over, all of this living, and

begin loving every moment

we have left… to discover our

spiritual conciseness.

Written By: Delores M. Sparks

Divine Design

The Earth is shaken up…

Every time, energy and matter collide.

Even so, just breathe; Average one,

for transference never stops, without

the creators consent. Astral explosions, burn

the winds of space, transporting

super giants and tiny microdots,

into a new realm of origin.

Climatic storms break down matter

into smaller, and smaller regiments.

Allowing microscopic threads to hitch a ride

on the waves of divine proportion. Seems

Wild reunions form, until tension does its

thing, and forces them, depths apart .

A fugitive arose!

Though, there were no glitches in its design!

A spore borne of clay

will not be denied

a pulse…

Life dissolves/ melts away… to drip

upon the sand, and each new day

it works its way into a human skin.

Veins proceed, and a heart begins to pump!

(The creator winks)  with his shining face,

and says, “I think I’ll do that again!”

Without hesitation, God blurts out,

“I look forward to communing with them!

I’ll give them, these invisible gems

of awareness, and I’ll bless those

curious heads.

So, long as they keep it a secret…

until I see them all again.”

Written By: Delores M. Sparks

Acceptance

Within the dim light of difference,

we gain sight from our familiar foundations.

This surreal place of providence, rekindles

a yearning for balance. Yet, it will open

and close, old wounds, which come here to heal.

Were we not so benignly superficial;

Love and respect would have prevailed.

Life assigns us all to a lesson in humility.

Concluding our common struggles

into the care of one another.

We must allow everyone, permission

to feel equality, and to hear it, ring, everywhere!

We are all endowed to be messengers

to the world. We need to be new:

To be old,

To be heard,

To be needed,

To be different, and still

To belong… Together.

Written By: Delores M. Sparks

copyright 2008

Summer Rain

Sweet, summer rain;

cleanse my heart, and

take my pain.

I surrender those ill spent hours,

I wasted to complain.

Cause, only real love can unchain

the constant sorrows I’ve lived through.

Was a drifter; miles lost.

Everyday, I’d lose my way, with

Soggy shoes and worn out socks.

I’m sure I must have held  a broken compass

or two. I’m sorry I don’t  listen well

or take direction

very good… On account its hard to change,

the error of my ways.

Spare my soul…

Dear God.

Whisper low, while the pressures nigh,

remind me Lord to keep  pressing  on.

I’m in need of motivation, and a kiss

of Heaven’s dew.

Sweet,  summer rain;

cleanse my heart, and

take my pain.

O’ Lord you’ve gotta know

who this is… I’m the one,

In the dim light of this dark and lonely room.

Hold me still I am calm, and pardon

all of my wrongs.

You’re the flower in my sunshine, and

the torch of timeless youth.

Yet, the sun will still bid me fare well,

and it’ll hurt to say goodbye.

So, Dear Lord, lead this weary stray

on home.

Oh, sweet summer rain;

cleanse my heart, and

take my pain.

Song Written BY: Delores M. Sparks

Copyright 2008

The Point of Purpose

Nothing is loved in vain; really.

Nothing is yours; truly.

Nothing is beautiful, until

its purpose is seen.

Nothing created was left un-touched

by relativity. Nothing, is unrelated to you or to me.

Nothing, lost will ever be found the same.

There is absolutely nothing, which change can’t re-arrange.

Nothing, unknown should ever be under estimated

here, on our mysterious plane.

Let me reiterate…

Nothing, remains at the same frame

in time…Not you – Not I.

The only measure of matter to relive,

is the essence within our soul.

We are freely unrestrained to roam,

and to learn, how to reconnect

to our eternal point of purpose.

Nothing is meaningless!

When you learn, you’ve been

formatted to be… endlessly

curious.

Written By: Delores M. Sparks

copyright 2008

Where Is God When We Need Him the Most?

Where is God when our lives fall apart?

Where is God when our loved ones die?

Where is God when I needed a friend;

the ones that I had, never came back again.

Where is God when our hearts get broken?

Where is God when we need help, understanding

this crazy world we’re living in?

Where is God, since He’s so big and all?

These questions…must seem so small.

Well, here’s what I’ve learned, on my knees

one lonely night, when my tears wouldn’t stop.

I heard this still small voice, say “YOU WERE SO CLOSE; THAT

IF I WERE TO BREATHE, YOU COULD HAVE FELT IT ON YOUR FACE.

I’VE ALWAYS BEEN THERE HOLDING YOU UP, GIVING YOU HOPE.

SO, NEXT TIME YOU WONDER WHERE I AM…

CLOSE YOUR EYES IN A SILENT PRAYER, AND I’LL BE THERE!”

Written by: Delores M. Sparks

copyright 2008

The Young Must Fight Off Hell

“The old are inclined to sit and brag

of past, victories in battle, while

the young must fight off Hell!“

Their task is certainly daunting

for they must beat, those

disgusting, weapons of war

back into the dust…

Awake, ye drowning lions

that crooked symbol is

on our heels. (Zulu, Romeo,Whiskey!)

This time, it’s almost over!

The shadow of bombs, are ready

to tip the delicate Earth. Riches are no longer

golden, nor can it save the lives of

mankind. Let us pray that the

young have the strength of heart

to toss those coins of betrayal, aside

and stand beside…Peace.

Written By: Delores M. Sparks 2009