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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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.