And then I think now we are - you know his - like I've always said. His spirit is so large that we feel his presence around the show, and we always will. He will always have a voice.
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God Of All Creation
God of all creation,
Enter into my soul.
Let me feel the love you show,
So that I your kindness know,
Help me please to learn and grow,
Making my spirit whole.
God of all creation,
Enter into my soul.
Let me feel your presence near,
So that I will have no fear,
And your name to so revere,
Make my spirit your goal.
God of all creation,
Enter into my soul.
Lift me up when I am down,
Take away my solemn frown,
Wrap me in a holy gown,
My spirit to thus console.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Whispering Angel
our hearts always feel the presence of an angel
not an instinct to say, nor a wisdom to foretell, it
is the spirit that moves us of its greatness and the
power that illuminates from the one who sent them
our spirit allows us to feel that, someone who is a little
beyond our state, lies a wonderful avenue to
take in, a guide who in everything wishes to be
near through all eternity
our days is just a passing moment of an endless time, we
always see, what we believed, alas! all are just a
moment of dream, where the soul always thirsts, the
happiness that brings
our life has come to feel that, the only vessel to listen
and experience the voice of a whispering voice of
an angel is the temple of flesh that i have since, that
very moment i was conceived
our ways have changed a lot, that life we live has to listen
what it feels within, the mind tells, for what the unspoken
words of an angel, our soul whisper
poem by Antonio Liao
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The presence of the truly great
Yes yes.. I’ve not forgotten that:
the presence of the great –
when destiny has brought you
to their presence; destiny
brought them, here, now, to you;
how in their presence, duality itself
is magnified: do your palms slightly sweat?
while unity is merely apprehended
as the world grows before your eyes?
Great crooks too – who believe
that the world, the oystered pearl, is theirs;
and those great souls: whose gift
it is, to know the world, and tell;
they show themselves; and you know that
you’re graced – but by the grace which, as they show,
is always there; is always here; and humbled by this show,
in surfeit of this taste of grace, then quietly you leave..
And they recede – or do they? – to
the sternest test: the memory:
a photograph, or record of their voice..
Now: look upon their image, but without regret;
for this, your sternest test; the duty of true unity:
they come to life again; again in you;
you carry them to show the world anew.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Aaron
My works are spirit so,
Read them very slowly to feel my presence;
But do ask always at Abel to get your answers.
I am Aaron from Africa and,
That which was dead is now alive!
And this poem will wake you up from your bed.
You know my love and works and,
I know your love and your care;
But this poem is like your streamline body!
And it will touch the sweet of your body as well.
My works are spirit so,
Read them very slowly to feel my presence;
For you are the one that i have chosen among the lot!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mama
Mama where are you...
When I feel your presence near?
Mama where are you?
When I hear your voice plain and clear?
I wish I could see your face
Appear before me now.
To see the smile that I know
And those hugs I wish God allowed!
At times we were so close,
I didn't care who called me 'Mama's Boy'.
We had our differences and opinions
That brought to us both tears and joy!
It doesn't seem as if
Many years have passed since you died.
Some days I wish I could hear you say,
'Boy, please go and play outside! '
Mama where are you...
When I feel your presence near?
There is one thing I know,
Even though I miss you so.
In my heart I hold you, Mama...
Where I feel your closeness grows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spirit
I can see my destination
I can hear my call
No more hesitation, mmm
This time I'm goin' for all
'Cause I know where this road leads to
And therefore I will rise
I know this dream will come true, mmm
And I will soar the sky
(Spirit, spirit)
Would you guide me? Oh
(Spirit) oh (spirit)
Stand by me
Come on, Come on, Come on
Set me free
I can feel the penetration
Of a strong wind movin' me, mmm
I feel can the elevation, mmm
Of an angel lifting me, mmm
'Cause I know where this road leads to
Therefore I will rise
I know this dream will come true, oh
And I will soar the sky
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Would you guide me? Ohh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Standin' by me
Come on, Come on, Come on
Set me free
(Oh spirit)
Now that I've found my way home
I've got to get there, get there (get there)
Though one step seems one mile long
Your bridge before my face (your bridge before my face)
I will take the leap of faith (I will take the leap of faith)
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Would you guide me? Oh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Stand by me, oh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Set me free...
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Spirit, set me free
(Spirit) help me find my way (spirit) stand by my side
Spirit take my hand and be my guide
(Spirit) run free (spirit) run free
Run free, run free
(Spirit) run free (spirit) run free...
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Give Me A Dream
Give me a dream that I will surely cherish
Unless I walk in conformity
Grant me a vision that I may not perish
Or death shall overtake me
Give me your presence or give me death
One is, without the other anyway
From your lips may I feel the Spirits breath
Let this be the dawning of a different day
Let my spirit be consumed by the burning flame
This is life, all else is death
May I walk in your presence and never be the same
Let me follow you to the ends of the earth
This passion, this furnace, let the flame burn
Set my lukewarm spirit on fire
And I will fly where the eagles fly
And I will fly higher and higher
poem by Frank McEleny
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Response: I Will Follow You
I wasn't gonna write
I didn't plan on losing this internal fight
I really thought I couldn't handle what I could become
I still don't, but it's in those times of greatest pain
Those times where I tend to feel most insane
When I need an outlet, so I guess this time, this is how we'll speak because I'm Your son
I'm sorry if I just failed You
I'm sorry that right now it's hard to trust You too
You gave me a Spirit that is strong
You gave me an unstoppable strength, my joy, my song
This I sing out, with every breath of life
But my body yells and shouts louder than my Spirit
You feel far from me, but my body is me, alas with its strife
It is a deafening scream, even if it were silent... I must admit
The painfulness, the closeness, the selfness make its cries-
LOUD... Loud... loud, it's hard to sing over the yelling as my soul dies
So give me again this life and joy, slience the death and screams
Show me there's more to this situation than it seems
Show me that You're there
Show me that You're here
Show me You're with me now
Show me that You never left, such as you did vow
So amidst the torment, amidst every stab, amidst every scream
Give me Your voice to scream
Give me Your voice to scream your praise
Silence my cries in malaise
I feel the blood, I see the blood, I lose the blood
I feel the pain, I see the stain, it's physical... and spiritual
Sorry I didn't listen, you tried to save me, but please reign down your love like a flood
As I choke on pain, I do not ask for physical healing, but God heal my spirit and make it perpetual
I want to forever hold on to you
I want to see this pain with your view
Dear God, do not let it end here, do not let that be the end of this reponse, not that end
Please I pray you do send
Send more, not just Your view of my pain, send more of You, I want see people like You see them
I want to share Your love and forgiveness to every sin
Thank You already Lord that THIS is my response
Thank You for giving me the words to respond to utmost pain
Thank You for showering me with Your love that does not wain
That never runs out, and never runs dry
I will follow You, I will follow You, I will follow You, I will try
Let me not again stray away
I will follow You, I will follow You, I will follow, now I see Your words that I am to respond with, say:
I will follow You
poem by David Knox
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You Have Skeletons In Your Closet
A faithful presence kept within,
Isn't in need of outside intervention.
Or someone to assess the depth of it.
A faithful presence kept within,
Has been tested through one's experiences.
And not a piece of it is scattered,
To allow judgemental critique...
Others unconsciously,
Enjoy to see another in defeat.
A faithful presence kept within,
Reflects a strength in battles against opposition.
With an emotional bleeding,
One may feel but does not show.
'You are not perfect.
I've known and have seen what you've done.
You have skeletons in your closet.
Just like everyone.'
~Those skeletons.
Were they behind door number one, two or three?
And while you were whispering behind my back...
There's not an aspect of my life,
Hidden from the eyes of God who keeps contact.~
'I know you 'sin'.'
I never said I didn't
Or will not again.
A faithful presence kept within,
Isn't in need of outside intervention.
Or someone to assess the depth of it.
I am a work-in-progess.
And 'that' I don't pretend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Rehearse
Feel my presence and feel my love,
For i am the only one who knows myself;
Feel my love and feel my presence,
For you are the only one who know yourself;
And i want you to feel the fullness of my story.
Don't rehearse and don't be prepared for it,
For it will only hit you automatically like magic! !
And love is the key and you will feel the beat.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Great Heart
Great heart
By: johnny clegg
1987
Travelling always increases the appetite for new music and I found johnny clegg tapes in the south of france and was immediately hooked on them. Im glad there are still younger artists who writ
Play their own songs that I wish I had written. this is one of them.
(chant)
The world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But Im searchin for a great heart to stand me by
Underneath the african sky
A great heart to stand me by
Chorus:
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under african sky
Sometimes I feel that you rarely know me (sometimes)
Sometimes theres so much you can show me (sometime)
Theres a highway of stars across the heavens
Theres a whispering song of the wind in the grass
Theres a rolling thunder across the savannah
And a hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind
Chorus:
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under african sky
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel that you rarely know me (sometimes)
Sometimes theres so much you can show me (sometime)
(chant)
Chorus:
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under african sky
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel that you rarely know me (ah... sometimes)
Sometimes theres so much you can show me (ay yai... sometime)
Coda:
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a mzimbo sala nhilziyo
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a mzimbo sala nhilziyo
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a mzimbo sala nhilziyo
Im searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a mzimbo sala nhilziyo
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Muse
She sits there so peacefully,
So beautiful.
Her mere presence, an inspiration.
My spirit delights in her lovely being.
The taste of her lips holds a thousand pleasures.
A different pleasure each time.
Her voice like a Psalm of the angels.
Her comforting presence is peace.
Her being is stunning.
In her eyes, love's eternity is foretold.
As I get lost in her eyes, I am found.
For the sheer beauty of heavens creation unfolds.
She is God's greatest creation.
She is love.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Christmas Spirit
Everyone gather near
And Ill tell you a story that youll love
Ooh its christmas time
The seasons right
The seasons right
And all around the world we celebrate the birth of christ
He came to bring us peace
He came to bring us everything that we need
To set us free
Oh I long to feel that christmas spirit in my heart
Oh I long to feel that christmas spirit in my heart
As a child I still recall
Well christmas was my favorite season of them all
Oh my heart was filled with child night praise
And I hope there is you know it
Why the savior came
He came to bring us peace
He came to bring us everything that we need
To set us free
Now I long to feel that christmas spirit in my heart
Yes I long to feel that christmas spirit in my heart
So turn your heart throbs in
And let God grow within
Not to destroy
The greatest gift Ive known
He came to earth to bring love
To show us love
He came to bring us peace
He came to bring us joy
He came to bring us everything
Have faith if we believe
The gift that we receive
Is like that love and everything
The greatest gift Ive known
He came to earth to bring love
He came to bring us everything
Still l long to feel that christmas spirit in my heart
Yes I long to feel that christmas spirit in my heart
Now I long to feel that christmas spirit in my heart
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Nebulous
I know I don't love you, yet I miss you so.
Perhaps 'tis obsession that's benighted me.
My heart doth ake and grieve,
my mind spirals into the birthplace of sorrow.
Why do I feel this way?
There is no love for you that I feel,
except in friendship.
I am sure of it.
There is a missing of you, burning like an ardent storm of fire.
My heart is lit up with lightning as your voice falls upon my ear.
When you laugh, my heart pounds with joy.
How sweet it's music is.
I cannot detach myself from this feeling.
It is no attraction.
No love.
Yet I yearn to be near you.
Why?
What is there inside of me?
This 'love' infects me.
It poisons me.
I must leave, for your presence erodes my kidneys like the sea and shore.
I cannot say why it is this way.
When you are apart from me, my spirit grows grey.
It is clouded, clad with a nebulous emotion.
Free me, please.
poem by Soren Valentine
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No Voice
There are times when we feel
we have no voice
we are suffocated by circumstances.
Our voice is lost in the void;
we wander with eyes open
and no mouth for things to say.
Those around us are oblivious
that our presence is near.
We are invisible
with only our ears to hear.
We have no voice to shout our protests clear,
no voice to vent our anger at what we can hear.
Our voice is silenced by circumstances
some of which we do not understand.
We have no voice today or tomorrow,
and even if we had a voice
would it be heard?
Would our words fall
on vacant and deaf ears?
The question remain unanswered
for around us silence reins.
Silent as our protests
and frustration is all we gain.
One day our gag maybe lifted,
but will it be too late.
There maybe no one around us
and our anger will be lost,
lost in the silence when no one is there.
We can only hope that one day
when the silence clears
our voice among the millions
will finally be heard.
15 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Mountain and A Squirrel
A mountain was saying this to a squirrel
'Commit suicide if you have self-respect
You are insignificant, still so arrogant, how strange!
You are neither wise, nor intelligent! not even shrewd!
It is strange when the insignificant pose as important!
When the stupid ones like you pose as intelligent!
You are no match in comparison with my splendor
Even the earth is low compared with my splendor
The grandeur of mine does not fall to your lot
The poor animal cannot equal the great mountain! '
On hearing this the squirrel said, 'Hold your tongue!
These are immature thoughts, expel them from your heart!
I do not care if I am not large like you!
You are not a pretty little thing like me
Everything shows the Omni-potence of God
Some large, some small, is the wisdom of God
He has created you large in the world
And He has taught me climbing large trees
You are unable to walk a single step
Only large size! What other greatness have you?
If you are large show me some of the skills I have
Show me how you break this beetle nut as I can
Nothing is useless in this world
Nothing is bad in God's creation
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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I feel real ownership in this show. I feel very invested in it. I care very much about it. I don't feel any more like a hired hand, you know? It's a strange feeling - I feel personally responsible for how the story goes. What happens. What the weaknesses are. And so in a way, some of the changes gave me an opportunity to have a voice in a different way.
quote by Lauren Graham
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Spirit
I’m the presence you sense
when there’s no one around
I’m the whisper you hear,
when there is no sound
I’m the place where things go
When dropped on the floor
I’m the secret repository
Of things to be seen ne’er more
I’m the unexplained chill
That one feels late at night
I’m that unremembered dream
That awakes you in fright
I’m that sense of forbidding
That primitive feel
When the hair on your neck
Stands up cold as steel
I’m that aura around you
That mist felt, but ne’er seen
That brings to your skin
A cold clammy sheen
I’m that shadow you see
From the corner of your eyes
The faint voice that you hear
Or do they both whisper lies?
I’m perhaps antimatter
From another dimension
Conjoined to your presence
In a Quantum suspension
I’m the one in the mirror
That stands just behind
I’m the one that cohabits
The deeps of your mind
I’m a free spirit, I belong
to no one and no place
I’m one with all people,
I’m time…I am space...
And you are...all mine
poem by David Whalen
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Haunted
What are these nameless mysteries,
These subtleties of life and death,
That bring before our spirit eyes
The loved and lost; or, like a breath
Of lightest air, will touch the cheek,
And yet a wordless language speak?
In every breeze that blows, to-day,
One voice seems speaking unto me;
And north or south, whichever way
I turn my gaze, one face I see,
And closely, closely at my side
A mystic shadow seems to glide.
A motley crowd we move among,
We surge on with the mighty mass,
And yet no one in all the throng
Looks strangely on us as we pass.
No eye but mine own seems to see
The nameless thing that walks by me.
I cannot touch a proffered hand
But this strange shadow glides between.
Why came he from the spirit land?
What brought him from the world unseen?
Why am I troubled and oppressed
By the vague presence of my guest?
He was my friend! I should rejoice!
I loved him once! Why do I fear?
And yet I shudder as his voice
Speaks in the wind. I feel him near,
This restless spirit of the dead,
And shiver with a nameless dread.
I loved him once; he was my friend;
He held the first place in my heart,
And might have held it to the end.
But our two ways spread wide apart:
I kept the path upon the hill,
And he went down and down, until
He reached the depths of sin and shame,
And died as sots and drunkards die.
I ceased to even speak his name.
God knows I never thought that I,
Who blamed his lack of moral strength,
Might answer for his fall, at length!
O restless dead, lost friend of mine!
I might have saved you, had I tried.
I saw you lift the glass of wine,
And, seeing, had I warned you, cried,
'Touch not, taste not the drink accursed!'
I might have saved you from the thirst
That swallowed up your brain and soul.
But nay! I scorned you when you fell,
And, looking upward to my goal,
Left you to stagger down to hell.
Accusing spirit of the dead,
Your presence fills my heart with dread!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Lovely Lady
when you close
your eyes
and feel my presence
i too feel it
even if i am on the other
edge of this world
we have to believe
in presence
that is all that it costs
for us to be here
again together.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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