How dedicated to Steve Cantrell

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How many times will my gratitude speak

when gifts of love fall at my feet?

How many times will I stop to say,

beloved dear heart, I am glad you stayed?

How many arms will I open wide,

when my love I can no longer hide?

How much love will it take to heal,

how much longer till I get to feel?

How often will my joy increase,

how many times will I offer you peace?

How much love will it take to grow

until it is time for me to go?

How much service can I give,

to thank you for this new way to live?

How much love does it take to  be guessing

how much I needed forgiveness, confessing?

How many lifetimes before I grow 

into following this path with the silence I know?

How many sunsets will it take

before I surrender, before I break?

After the silence, the surrender comes…

I find my sacred song on the tip of my tongue.

How many ways can I say thank you?

The eyes of love of the Spiritual Traveler

The Masters Gaze - (eckankar.org)

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Into my mirror

I used to stare

Watching myself crying 

To see if there was

anyone who cared.

I screamed.

I cried.

I fussed about.

I wanted to know.

I was tired of the doubt.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Then, in one moment…

The spiritual traveler came.

They opened my heart.

They called me by name.

They looked at me

with the eyes of love.

They told me

of the wisdom within.

They shared with me

I could begin again.

They have walked with

me many lifetimes before.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Now they sit with me

in the early morning light.

Showing me….

all will be well.

It is always going

to come out alright.

Oh, the eyes of love.

They have lifted

me from the pain.

They have given me

Joy on the Journey.

They are here now…

until I go permanently 

Home again.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Until  then there is the service

That I can give

each moment of the day.

There are the poems to write.

The songs to sing.

The paintings to paint.

The hugs, the laughter and joy

and encouragement to give.

That is the Joy of the Journey.

Having the eyes of love

not only look through me

in service

But by sharing that love,

giving and caring

throughout the day.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

Being a listener,

in the night,

as I walk the narrow way.

The eyes of love they never cease.

They teach me more.

They show me

how to increase.

How to give,

how to rejoice.

How to stay open

to love’s true Voice.

The eyes of love 

Are within you

They are within me.

They are the music of Soul.

They are our reason to be.

They are the

instrument

through which

we  remember

and become whole.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love. 

The eyes of love 

Will always renew.

Will always refresh.

Will always rejuvenate.

The eyes of love 

Will not hesitate. 

The eyes of love….

give love…

unconditional love.

The eyes of love will not hesitate.

They walk with you in all do.

The eyes of love will see you through.

All is peaceful.

All is calm.

All is gentle.

All is warm.

When looking 

through the eyes of love.