With open arms...

the risen Christ he is so beautiful

like a Saint, Master, Buddha

he comes to the 

one that is aching 

and sets himself down there 

to be a living light 

he does not ever hold back his love

he does not ever turn away any that 

are open 

nor does he turn away those that are 

closed 

those ones just need to turn towards him

and feel and see and accept this 

beauty 

he never fails to bring heart to the soul

that is asking with sincerity

the risen Christ was born from the ashes 

of his

suffering like a dove so fresh and untouched 

he rose

he is here  now as love and light 

he is here as precious, still waters 

he is here as moonlit evenings that are sweet

he is here as endless peaceful days 

he is here as fresh, pure air 

when he comes, he takes the dark away 

immediately 

like a light that has been turned on 

then where is the dark?

he does not impose himself on any

for he is inside the heart 

and when the heart is opened unto him

he is there with open arms 

i have watched him come as light

to open flowers in the early morning
hour

and give sweet nourishment to the earth 

he gives like this friends 

and so much more 

the ring of his song is beauty and joy

the way his music wafts thru the air 

is like a sweet summer day scented with new life

the way it hits the heart is as the sun

melting the coverings

and leaving that which 

lives eternal

the way it moves one is like the ocean, deep

and mysterious 

filled with wonder and glory everlasting 

what has he to say to you my dear?

but be still, be still

do not suffer any longer 

be the light that you are 

be that which lives eternal
be still, be still