We Shall Be Free

The wind is singing out a melody,
And hearts that are willing to listen intently
Shall hear what blinded eyes will someday see:
The wonders which have been withheld from you and me.
What we truly are is what we shall someday be:
No fetters, no walls between us; we shall be free.

It's coming, it's dawning; there'll be no postponing
The truth when it finally appears.
Be still, now, and listen: creation is groaning,
Spellbound by the music of the spheres.
Close your eyes, and let your spirit see
That blessed day when we shall be free.

It shall ignite the pow'r of the four winds
And become a mighty flame of boundless mercy.
There'll be no stopping it when it begins;
It will demolish the walls between you and me.
Heaven shall descend, and the earth will gladly yield
To the wondrous light, the truth that shall be revealed.

It's coming, it's dawning; there'll be no postponing
The truth when it finally appears.
Be still, now, and listen: creation is groaning,
Spellbound by the music of the spheres.
Close your eyes, and let your spirit see
That blessed day when we shall be free.

Forest creatures and birds shall rejoice;
Rivers, mountains and valleys will applaud.
Joyfully, with one expectant voice,
Earth and all its inhabitants will laud
The heavenly light above,
The magnificence of love.

It's coming, it's dawning; there'll be no postponing
The truth when it finally appears.
Be still, now, and listen: creation is groaning,
Spellbound by the music of the spheres.
Close you eyes, choose to believe it, and you will see:
Free at last, thank God Almighty, we shall be free.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez

Counting the Ways

The way the misty morning comes,
The way expectant seedlings grow,
The way the yawning day yields to night...
The way a mighty storm cloud drums,
The way exultant rivers flow,
The way o'ershadowed vales yield to light.

And I love the way your otherworldly eyes
Illuminate me,  captivate me, 
And make me feel brand new.
And I love the way you make me rhapsodize
About a world where you belong to me
And I belong to you.

The way resplendent raindrops fall,
The way azaleas zealous wait,
The way the sun and moon rise and set...
The way majestic eagles call,
The way wild dolphins congregate,
The way the stars their pathways preset...

And I love the way your fascinating eyes
Illuminate me,  captivate me, 
And make me feel brand new.
And I love the way you make me rhapsodize
About a world where you belong to me
And I belong to you.

And the way you say my name
When fears are threatening me,
And the way you gently tame
The stormy waves in me.
You bring me peace and joy that endures.
I love your love; I'm so glad I'm yours. . .

And I love the way your mesmerizing eyes
Illuminate me,  captivate me, 
And make me feel brand new.
And I love the way you make me rhapsodize
About a world where you belong to me
And I belong to you.


©  2016 David Acosta Perez

Flowers Rejoicing

Looks like they're quietly lazing,
But little flowers are praising
Their maker ebulliently.
Even when storm clouds assemble,
Petals awakened resemble
Heaven's winged entities.

And if I choose to see
That which my eyes can't see,
I can sense their joy and hear their invitation.
Spellbound by their song,
I dance and sing along;
I'm suddenly part of a vast congregation.

Watching the lilies beginning
Their day without toiling or spinning,
I marvel, for they are arrayed
More splendidly than Solomon.
They welcome the dawning sun,
And remind me when I feel dismayed

That if I choose to see
That which my eyes can't see,
I can sense their joy and hear their invitation.
Spellbound by their song,
I dance and sing along;
I'm suddenly part of a vast congregation.

[Extended Instrumental interlude]

Spellbound by their song,
I dance and sing along.
Then I close my eyes for a closer observation.

[Brief Instrumental Interlude]

Looks like they're quietly lazing,
But little flowers are praising
Their Maker ebulliently.


© 2016 David Acosta Perez

A Hiker's Hymn

Awakened by the buoyant beams of dawn,
My soul emerges from its slumber deep.
Loosened, lifted, longing to gaze upon
Peaks and cliffs only suggested in sleep,
I climb, drawn by what I feel, hear and see:
A vivid song crescendoing in me,
A timeless hymn, a spirit-melody,
A love requiting nature's fervent plea.
It is a peace which cannot be disturbed,
A wintry-white, whispering wave of grace,
A fury serene, a language unverbed,
Surrounding and filling this mortal vase.
My brimming spirit sings and rejoices:
O for a thousand angelic voices!


© 2016 David Acosta Perez

Always

Sometimes I hear wild, ecstatic music;
Sometimes I prefer a whispered hum.
Sometimes ocean waves are roaring loudly;
Sometimes I'm a stream's untroubled strum.
Sometimes I'm a flame of brave emotions;
Sometimes I'm a cloud of silent doubt.
Sometimes I'm a highway of commotion;
Sometimes I'm a smooth, untrodden route.

And yet, if I could live a thousand lifetimes,
I would know with utmost certainty,
That if I were to add up all my sometimes,
They'd fall short of what you mean to me.

And it's really quite simple, you see:
Always is the word I choose; sometimes just won't do.
You're the dearest, truest part of me.
Always is the word which best conveys my love for you.

Sometimes I hear laughter in a rainstorm;
Sometimes I prefer a muted mist.
Sometimes I seek solace in a sermon;
Sometimes it's a hymn I can't resist.
Sometimes I'm enthralled by shifting colors;
Sometimes on a sunset swirl I glide.
Sometimes a canyon grand makes me feel smaller;
Sometimes my thoughts are high and deep and wide.

And yet, if I could live a thousand lifetimes,
I would know with utmost certainty,
That if I were to add up all my sometimes,
They'd fall short of what you mean to me.

And it's really quite simple, you see:
Always is the word I choose; sometimes just won't do.
You're the dearest, truest part of me.
Always is the word which best conveys my love for you.

Through winter, spring, summer and fall days,
I promise I will love you always.


David Acosta Perez © 2016

Cause and Effect

Intelligent design and intelligent observation
Go hand in hand: there is no randomness in our history.
Seek the unseen in that which you see. Is there a foundation,
A certainty that is purposely veiled by a mystery?
Are there not forces in this world--in nature and beyond it--
Which have deftly revealed the great cause hidden in the effect?
If love has been woven into the design, gaze upon it,
But not merely externally; let your inner eye detect
The wonders of an intricately fashioned world around you,
And you will find wonders within, which will also astound you.


© 2016 David Acosta Perez

Shades of Orange

Chew on that sunshine, then lick the snow:
Good Humor mem'ries from long ago...
Mmmm, creamsicle orange.

Tangerine orb seeks blue lemonade.
Sunset martini, please stay--don't fade!...
Tropic twilight orange.

Tangy, gummy slices make me smile:
Sweet, crescent moons in the candy aisle!...
Brach's mandarin orange.

The Great Pumpkin seeks a patch sincere;
Linus is sure this will be his year...
Bright Halloween orange.

Ginger kitty asleep in the shade--
Tabby, I shall dub thee Marmalade!
Looks-like-Garfield orange.


© 2016 David Acosta Perez