Friday, October 26, 2012

Beauteous, O' beauteous is thy face!
How raving lovely is thy face to peek
Upon with soulful eyes and 
Take into one's finest sight
Thy loving face of infinite grace.
What giveth thee such rapport
To dwell upon with heavenly score
A treatise to partake and another to placate!
'Tis worth to all of me a precious measure
Of thy love to sate and satisfy.
"Tis filling need enough to furnish deep inside,
The splendor of your loving face
Beholding, next to mine.
                                              L. Grimley

Monday, October 1, 2012

Light of my life, light of my dreams,
How art thou to mine heart?
Thy ways evolute and so dismiss
Our quantum of love divine.
What be the answer then
To questions of eternal bliss?
We go our ways 'til death do us part,
And then for a token of toil well done,
We again unite as one.
                                   L. Grimley

Saturday, September 1, 2012

From whence do I come?
From whence do I go?
Does it really matter?
Nay, for I say, as surely
As the wind does blow,
As surely as the sun shines,
So then shall I be.
                                       ©L. Grimley

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Envision If You Can

Envision if you can
The wonders of the world,
Blossoming forth into a beautiful plan
Of oneness and love,
Harmony and peace,
Beauty and grace for all to have.

When will this be, this day of change?
And who opens the eyes for one to see
The mysteries of life in eternity?
Go within and you will find
The stirring of One who will open your eyes.
Will open you eyes for you to see
That the time is here for eternity.
                                   L. Grimley

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Who may they be, these Jews?
But people playing for all the world to see
The savor of so many saints,
To see the light brought forth with love
Upon the world of all alike.

Who may they be, these Jews?
But only all of all there is,
Of all there is and always be.
For destined are the Jews of He
                                   L.  Grimley


Saturday, July 14, 2012

Time is an absolute -
An absolute which careens
Head over heels towards
The path of light.
Which then commences its
Journey inwards
Towards everlasting
Expressions of love.

Tis yet to be seen 
The magnificent scenes
That will manifest full,
As light makes it way
'Round the endless treks
Of suitable sounds which
Echo again the joyful odes
Of various modes that
Founder alike the eternal
Bliss and the agelessness
Of all that comes without time.
                   L. Grimley

Friday, July 13, 2012

Saints and sinners all alike 
Do we make of thee our bed.
Stripped of death do we shed our outer trappings 
To reveal what one does deem 
His inner soul's most holy dream.

Nowhere else canst it be said 
That man's true self is ever dead;
Dead to dreams that sparkle through one's life existence 
'til like new,
One wakens from the sleep of death.

To come alive to visions true,
To take one's place in God's good Grace,
To make a stand for one's holy land -
A land of love that takes one's hand
And leads to light and visions bright.