How Sad

How sad not to believe in anyone but self

Too intelligent to fathom

The possibility of Heaven or a Hell

Believe in only what is seen or touched

To believe in a higher power is simply

Just too much

Mock, laugh and smugly ridicule the fools

For believing God’s promise of salvation

Don’t they know, religion is man made by

Lunatics with fanatical imaginations

Death is final, end of story

No gold paved streets, no songs of glory

How sad to think no one really loves you

More than you

Descendants of evolution who follow

Darwin’s rule

Believers pray the lost will find their way

Through the lonely dark road they’re on

No matter what one thinks, does or says

God loves each and every one of us

The only thing He asks

Is complete obedience and trust

© Leatherman 2012

Follow Me

We are spiritual beings anchored

By human flesh

Waiting to reconnect with

The Creator

Souls weaved and stitched

Together with an

Imperceptible thread

Attached to the hand of

God

Ever so gently He tugs

Be still and in your

Absolute silence

You will hear

Him whisper

“Follow me”

"(C)" Leatherman 2012

I Choose to Follow the Son

V1:

We don’t choose to be born

Into this hard and sinful world

That choice is His alone

But it’s up to us which way we go

At the fork in the middle of the road

V2 & Chorus:

Follow the Son, follow the Son

I choose to follow the Son

Thru the trials of life

From a world full of strife

To His kingdom come

Let His will be done

I choose to follow the Son

V2:

We all have faults,

And foolish thoughts

Done things we know are wrong

Never think you’re not good enough

He loves us one and all

His love will make us strong

Won’t you choose to follow the Son

Repeat Chorus

Follow the Son, follow the Son

I choose to follow the Son

Thru the trials of life

From a world full of strife

To His kingdom come

Let His will be done

I choose to follow the Son

Lyrics by Brenda Lee Leatherman

©Leatherman 2012

Parallel Universe

Imagine a world of beauty

Different from your own

A reflective magical place

You once called home

Skies the color of burnt orange

With two fuchsia moons

Waterfalls spill platinum liquid

Fields of dusty teal petals bloom

You soar over crystal buildings

Without the use of wings

Feeling of nirvana

Your soul flies fast and free

Parallel universe

Long since destroyed

Your dreams take you back

At night and fill a gaping void

The mind is a wonderful tool

It can take you anywhere

Close your eyes and hold on tight

How do you know

You’ve never been there

© Leatherman 2012

Death

Death, bold, inflexible

Lurking about with your

Bitter smug authority

Stealing life

Like a pickpocket

On city streets

Collecting souls exuberantly

Demise

The final act

Of whomever you touch

Impartial to age or gender

Prosperity is of no concern

Nor destitution

Neither genius nor dim-wittedness

Nor beauty or repulsiveness

Loved or hated

It matters not to you

Swiftly you come to some

Without warning

No preparation

For those

Left behind

Akin to a rude houseguest

To clean up your

Unwelcome mess

While others linger

Agonizing

Knowing, knowing

Awaiting your arrival

Tic Toc tic toc tic toc

Time drags on

Begrudgingly

Then poof

Performing your final

Magic trick

You move on

© Leatherman 2012

Who's at the Window?

“Who’s at the window?”

She asks of me.

I answer gently,

“No one there,

That I can see."

She stares for a long while,

In a far off daze.

“Go to the window and check

Anyway,” she repeats.

I walk over, still nothing…

That I recognize.

Puzzled look in her eyes…

Makes me think…
She thinks I lie.

She talks with someone,

Who isn’t there…

I hold her hand as I

Whisper a prayer.

She reaches up only to grasp

Thin air…
Softly she smiles at the one

Who isn’t there.

I feel no fear at this peculiar act.

I sense it’s the Angel,
Here 

To take her back.

© Leatherman 2012

Love is the Rose

Love is the rose,

Unsullied crimson beauty,

Longing to be touched...

Velvet petals exude...

Sweet pheromones,

Searching for a mate on a

Tempestuous breeze,

He cannot resist…

“Come to me”, she beckons…

He finds his love… magnificent,

They dance….

Springtime, romance anew,

Summer, full blossom,

Fall, her beauty slowly fading,

Growing frail...

Crimson to brown,

Winter, dry, she wilts away...

Goodbye my love.

In the springtime...

She is searching.

Farewell

Out of the depths of darkness

I emerge

Shedding layers of sorrow

No longer to succumb

Diminutive ember of life lingers

In my soul

I’m animate

I must bid you farewell

Dear one

Until our spirits meet again

© Leatherman 2012

Mother

Mother, dear mother

How I miss you

The wink of an eye

Our secret signal

The most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen

My protector

My Heart

My friend

I cry for you

I long to be with you again

I am missing a part of me

Since you went away

I have never felt pain

Like this before

I can’t catch my breath

You were my breath

Dear Mother

"C" Leatherman 2012