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.