Homer Free

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HOMER FREE

Holiday inns and ways
to escape
the core of my being
the life in my days.

There’s dialogue with others.
There’s hope midst despair.
There’s love in my living
Not getting stuck in repair.

So, I’m singing my song
Painting my poem
There’s love in my living
when I am being home.

Walking across the brilliant white hot pavement in one side of Big Spring park behind my house, I happened upon this homeless guy who I’ve seen all over downtown Huntsville. I’ll call him Homer, though I’ve been reluctant to engage him in conversation and don’t know his name

He carries all of his goods in a kind of basket and shows up rolling it, walking or sitting on a park bench around town. I think he might be a vet who hasn’t recovered from PTSD because I saw him often at the VA clinic when it was downtown; they never kicked him out and he never caused trouble, though he sometimes talked to himself inaudibly.

This morning he was throwing something white on the ground near the park bench, and I thought, “He’s littering the park with waste”. When I got next to him, however, he was drying his wet socks on the hot pavement in the sun.

God Bless you Homer in your freedom to be and on your arduous journey.

Rhythms and Rituals

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RHYTHMS AND RITUALS

1 The colors of evening, now color the sky
Signal of passage to night
and the hills in the distance, silhouette and fire,
sundown’s now radiance of light –

CHORUS: Rhythms and rituals, now, life all around
Sharing our lives with the Earth –

2 The colors of the city, now, light up the night,
viewing from mountain on high,
The buildings, the people, their daytime jobs done
Merge in the stillness and flow into One –

Passage of time/ now/ feelings inside
Forever flowing within,
Expansion of ecstasy/ now/ moments in time
Great Mystery in all our lives –

3 We’re coming together, now, evening’s embrace
sharing our feelings, our day –
It’s a game – it’s a dance – it’s a sharing of time –
it’s a rhyming, a ritual, and it’s yours and it’s mine

CHORUS: These rhythms and rituals, now, all in our lives,
Sharing our life with each other –

4 Time is now bending, journey of dream
Voyage to distance of stars
Wonder of universe – Earth rising up,
brightens the view from afar

Repeat 1st verse and chorus

***Are we living as co-creative partners with all the abundant life we have on our fair planet?

 

It’s Only Rain

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IT’S ONLY RAIN

It rained all day
and through the night.
The wind was fierce
in the night,
seemed to moan,
and the flags outside
were whipping around.

All this rain,
is it Mother Earth crying
when she is loving us
with so much blessing?

Is she crying over
how we’re losing interest
in being her stewards,
wanting rather to explore
the unknown desert out there
in our universe?

Is she crying
or am I only imagining?

Because, get real,
It’s only rain.

Richard Evan MacKay

Love in a Minor Key

Inner Child

[A song written for the Columbine Shootings in Colorado
– now a seemingly ongoing tragedy]

1. The pictures on the news – are tragic and sad.
All those young people – all laying there dead.
Emotions well hidden – except to show hate.
Two people in illusion struck out on that day.

Chorus

Love, where are you going?
Love, where have you been?
Do you have a song to play
for all these young friends?

And where’s education
bureaucratically amuck?
Have these lives uncovered
the blind spots where you’re stuck?

2. You’re now calculating the terrible cost,
all the emotion and all of the loss.

So what is the lesson, the lesson to heed?
What is the lesson? – What is the need?

3 Now, where is the healing? – Where has love gone?
As we all feel the bleeding, is there a new dawn?

And the song that is playing is playing for thee.
The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

4. Now, love’s full of passion, but love’s full of care.
And love’s full of healing – when love is there.

And the song that is playing is playing for thee.
The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

Richard Evan MacKay

Love in a Minor Key

Inner Child

(A song about caring for the young voices and lives of our future.)

I share my heartfelt grief with this song I wrote

 after the Columbine school tragedy about 20 years ago.

This tragedy continues to unfold still; –

no pictures, just words.

 The pictures on the news – are tragic and sad.

All those young people – all laying there dead.

Emotions well hidden – except to show hate.

Two people in illusion struck out on that day.

Chorus

Love, where are you going?

Love, where have you been?

Do you have a song to play

for all these young friends?

 

And where’s education

bureaucratically amuck?

Have these lives uncovered

the blind spots where you’re stuck?

You’re now calculating the terrible cost,

all the emotion and all of the loss.

So what is the lesson, the lesson to heed?

What is the lesson? – What is the need?

 

Now, where is the healing? – Where has love gone?

As we all feel the bleeding, is there a new dawn?

And the song that is playing – is playing for thee.

The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

 

Now, love’s full of passion, but love’s full of care.

And love’s full of healing – when love is there.

And the song that is playing – is playing for thee.

The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

 

 

And the song that is playing – is playing for thee.

The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

Richard Evan MacKay

On This Christmas Morning

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The snow is melting, now, on this Christmas morning,
revealing of the dormant Earth below.
We gather ‘round our tree of many colors,
Exchanging gifts and all the love we can show.

The sun is showing again above the mountain
Even in this darkest time of year.
The miracle of the light comes celebrating
The time to share the gifts will always be here.

We gather celebrating of life’s miracle
We gather celebrating the virgin birth,
And sing our songs for love of baby Jesus,
Can you sing some prayers for love of Mother Earth?

Now, Santa has gone back to his home in the North Pole,
leaving a song and gifts for all of us to see.
Gone with all his sleigh and magical reindeer
All the gifts for you and for me.

And Spring is only now
A far away fantasy,
A place waiting for
All our dreams to grow,
Knowing that the energy here is biding,
We celebrate this chrysalis morning glow.

Richard Evan MacKay

**This song came as an inspiration during the Christmas season when I happened to be feeling sad and lonely, ruminating about the recent transition of my mother that year.

Oh, I Hear God’s Voice

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OH, I HEAR GOD’S VOICE

Oh, I hear God’s voice
in the setting sun,
in the cricket’s song
We are all One.

1 So I sing my song
for everyone
share all these feelings
new day has begun.

2 Oh, I hear God’s voice
in the wind and rain
in the rising sun
in this brand new day.

3 In the rising sun
and the rising Earth
Oh, all these feelings
What are they worth?

4 Is this voice inside?
Is it all about?
Is it mine alone?
or is it everyone’s?

5 Oh, I hear God’s voice
within my mission
in love and in care
in a loving vision.

** I suppose this song doesn’t make sense unless you imagine or contemplate as I do
that vision, sound, song, colors, and nature are all energetic components of the One Spirit in a fabric of a vibrational harmony.