Seek not peace, yet seek not strife, But be assured that all will be As God has set forth for all destiny. Come not looking for answers smooth To questions of life as yet unused. Live each day knowing that when The time has come for things undone, That all will unfold and all will be told, As those of old have seen and spoken From days long ago. L. Grimley
Music sweet, yet be a piece of gossamer wings,
Aflight with angels of love divine,
Winging ‘way across the twilight sky,
Echoing forth the sounds of song
That blissfully fill all the air
With a rapture of romance and soarful fare.
Glorious tunes fill far and wide
The epigenic entire of paths inside
The everlasting auras of those aglow
With light upon light of heavenly flow.
The music compleat is nary complete
Till time is stood still fourfold upon time,
And all that resounds can then be abound
With light and love that produces a sound
Of clarions complete upon heavenly seats.
For all colors of candles that burn with a light
Of purity pure and heavenly might
Will then be poised and perfectly pleased,
To stay awhile upon flowered knees.
L. Grimley ‘75
If you should be visiting Scotland do try to see the Iona Abbey on the Inner Hebrides Islands. It is place where many go for spiritual retreats or just to find peace and quiet – a lovely feeling of tranquility washes over one just sitting or walking over the beautiful landscape.
The rustle of the trees Shook the quiet of the day, When much to my surprise Way up high in the sky Came the mighty sound Of swhooshing!
With a hearty high-ho! My love came swooping From the trees And fell upon his knees. Taking my hand lovingly, Saying “Please, Fly away with me now, I be your Tarzan You be my Jane Sweet music we make While lying awake In the treetop of love With the sky above, Shining stars twinkling, Moonlight falling on your hair, Face oh so fair!
Then I nodded yes, And with great finesse He gave a wild whoop, Grabbed hold of the vine And away we did fly to the Top of the sky, making love To the tune of Cheetah’s sweet croon. L. Grimley
English: Color cover of the book ‘, written by and published in 1914. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Beauty is fresh and as lovely
As be the flowers in springtime,
As they wobble their heads gently in the breeze,
As they slowly climb their way to the stars,
For only to see the purple aplomb
Of all the angels ‘round the lilacs fair.
Centered there amongst the stars
Is a d’lightful hand of jubilant giants
Of molded mounds of marigolds,
Sitting round the echoless sounds
Of daisies pleasantly pleased with
Their effortless ease in growing
And being the forefront of things.
As all the flowers perk alike
To the stars that be aglow with light,
Sifting and seeding the sky with love,
And showing all the flowers that be:
Now, yes now comes the time to sing,
As each little flower learns to bring
Its radiance of love to all above,
And to shower about their fragrance fair.
In sharing with nature their heavenly air.