Photos Of Things and Times

Death to Life

Oh the beauty of the earth
Stars and grass and sun and skies
Marching to death straight from your birth
Have you been blinded in your eyes?
Over earth there is a haze
Of beautiful unending praise
The trees have their leaves
And clap their hands
But you've been deceived
And just see death

Death to life
Oh death to life
Change our eyes LORD
Change our eyes!
The frost is thawing
You are calling
Let us open up our eyes

And when the children finally see
They fall upon their knees
They see your fingerprints in the earth
And from your death receive new birth

Death to life
Oh death to life
Change our eyes LORD
Change our eyes
The frost is thawing
You are calling
Let us open up our eyes!

And when the fool is finally wise
You will open up his eyes
Your hands that did guide him in the dark
Will ever surround his aching heart

Death to life
Oh death to life
Change our eyes LORD
Change our eyes
The frost is thawing
You are calling
Let us open up our eyes!

Oh Delightful Sunshine

Oh Spring weather on a mood swing

cloudy storms and sun that sings

All creation waking up

Vanilla tea in my white cup

Sunlight notes filter light

The windows open up their eyes

The shades sigh and open their lungs

to receive the warm light of the sun

It shimmers gently through the trees

and brushes against honey bee's wings

Oh delightful sunshine

come here in the spring time

like a piano concert sign

in the rain and in the grey

the ivory keys continually play

Come and sing the haunting notes

even those that hurt the most

Sing the things that break my heart

so I can heal straight from the start

warm my face after winter storms

Raise the hopes of trees forlorn

Shine brilliant and delightfully

Like the sparrow sings in the old oak tree

A Painting Project

This was the project I had to do for French. I wrote the OH ARTISTS, while studying the painter of this painting. I was quite proud of the hand which I drew. Here's a better picture of it

The Fields of Armond

Somewhere calling me are the fields of Armond
But I do not know where they be
Someone from there is singing a song
But I don't know the song that they sing
Have I been to these fields in the days of my youth?
Have I heard this wild song in the wind?
Is the call simply rain pounding on my roof?
Or is it the call for my life to begin?
Perhaps it is the end of all things that have been
Perhaps I'll find it in my last days
But I think I shall always be searching then
The people will see me on their ways
For I shall always hear this call in the sunrise
And hear it ring forevermore in my heart
And in my last days I will lift mine eyes
and at last find the fields of Armond