Precious People

Come, let's put on our eyes of love;
I think we have a few pairs,
Somewhere.
There's something to see, trapped between the layers of their lives,
What you do not expect to recognize --

The treasure,

The golden light,

The greatness and the beauty and the sweetness and

Everything we hope to find

In Paradise.

They never seem to see it, no,

They don't really believe in it --

Their innocense,

Living out a life sentence instead of a life.

You must look behind

The bitter facial lines,

Accusing glares,

Smirking mouths,

Attacking stares.

You can see through their walls

And down their halls

Into their secret cellars of light --

Golden treasures locked up tight.

Precious people.

We were made to be the lovers;

Not to waste our time in fear.

Come, let's put on our eyes of love and see--

Precious people.

Dusty Road

Walking down a dusty road
Beside the everyday people,
You saw their despair and reached out your hand.
They followed you for a while, and you healed their diseases --
Walking down a dusty road,
A dusty road.

When you spoke of a better way,
The way of Truth,
They turned away from you and left, empty-handed.
You stood there holding life in your hand,
And they went walking down a dusty road
With what they could not let go.

Just a phantom of you was all that they could do,
And the phantom went walking down the corridors of Time.
He never looks the same,
But they always claim to know him –
Walking down a dusty road.

You stood there
At the intersection with a street of gold,
But they went walking down a dusty road,
A dusty road.

from "Jesus Songs" collection

Universal Hug

You all fit comfortably into the circle of my arms.
When I really see your heart, you fit lovingly into mine.
I take a step back to where your truth can be seen, not just my reactions to your exterior and surface vibes.

Benevolent indulgence, appreciation and non-judgement enable true clear sight and positive vision.