Monday, January 1, 2018

New Year's Path to the Riches of the Soul

New Years Path to the Riches of the Soul
By Curt Vaughn

Awake to the New Year with new eyes and new visions

But do not forsake your past but embrace your future

With the knowledge and experience of your days of old

And go out and make new paths that will lead you to the treasure

Over the sun and past the stars that may seem so far

But can be found right here at home among those you love

And there you will find riches beyond measure for all of life’s true joys

Come from where love is freely given and shared among our

Every longing soul’s on our life’s journey to yet be told.

Monday, October 9, 2017

Flying around the Sun Once Again

Flying wingless around the Sun once again, I gaze at my past through broken binoculars borrowed from the old man in the clock.  And when the leaves start to fall from the overdue library books, I begin to paint my lost dreams in the wet cement.  Oh why does the celebration table seem to sink into quicksand before I can blow out my candles and as the chatterbox winds blow my hair made of sand, I wonder if we will meet on the other side of the brick mirror in the paper Mache church.   For the dancing stain glass sings to me as I capture pictures with my invisible camera on a string and search for a light bulb In the tangled Christmas lights in my head.   And as the midnight typewriter on my bed reaches it’s last page for the evening, I take the eraser from my tongue to clear the night sky so we can dance with these lovely bones into my ocean of old TV trays as we pass notes with my grandfathers old coffee can.  And when God’s light switch turns on that new days sun, I will be ready to fly once again with friendship bracelet alarm clocks and clouds made of softly spoken prayers to help guide me through this amusement park map of life.

Friday, January 1, 2016

The books of my soul

A new year dawns and as last year's book is put on the shelf, a fresh new book is being written in with the memories of new.  So what stories did we bookmark in these books of old and what do we hope to write down this year for the goodness of our souls. For I do not know for what my future story holds but letting go of last year's book has given me hope in my soul. For our library is vast so let's make this stories last and last.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Rock, Dust, Stars, and Super Blood Moons

I see my face in the mountain as it begins to fall, surely I will remember the adventures I took with grandpa as he told me of our family of rocks along the old creek.    The rocks are now dust under my bare feet as I run up the trail trying to catch a glimpse of the super  blood moon eclipse that only happened 3 times in my life.  The dust has risen into the stars now that I have made it to the top of the mountain to see that big red moon on my 53 birthday.  Is this it, I think,  but there are other mountains and paths, one just only look to see.  So we're to go from here or there I guess I just need to look at those ancestors of bright stars to guide me along life's endless seas.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

A Prayer for the Everlasting Dawn

A Prayer for the Everlasting Dawn,

Lead us and guide us oh Lord, through the light of each new day, that we may spread and cherish your love and your grace.  For it is through the light of your dear grace we are able to see Christ path among our human race, even when it so dark we can not see what is right in front of our face.  And you call us and beg us as we worship and pray on each and every glorious new day, to follow your love in each and every way.  Oh give us the strength from your mighty throne that all will find there way home, for our feet may grow weary but our souls go on, for there is an everlasting dawn for one and all God’s children who seek Heavens Song.  Amen.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Each New Day Comes

To rise high, to look low, to listen to the world below.  We feel love, we seek peace, we hear the world at his feet.  So be blessed, for we all appear just a miss, and sing a glorious song as each new day comes for it's heavenliness. 

Saturday, November 9, 2013

By Autumn’s Grace

By Autumn’s Grace
By Curt Vaughn

You see an autumn leaf falling to the ground,
I see an old book dive-bombing through the air.

You see brown and gold trees over hillsides,
I see living clouds over endless oceans of light.

You feel cold breezes sneaking up along your neck,
I feel an invisible dancer slowly wrapping me with her scarf.

You see and feel a misty morning and a big bright moon at night,
I see and feel a storybook coming to life and a spotlight from above.

You taste pumpkin, candy, pecans, and turkey delight all through the night,
I taste joy, laughter, tradition, and family and friends that never end.

So what does autumn mean to you when it peaks its head this time of year,
Well to me it is that warm embrace that never feels out of place

thanks to true grace by autumn’s Grace.