If the ceiling were the floor

If the ceiling were the floor,

the sky will be no more

or more like sky becomes the ground.

Shakes normal to its core. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

great peace our hearts'd implore;

for we would see beyond our walls

and find what time has wore. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

we'd settle all our score

because our dreams would be availed;

we'll see what Love has bore. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

we'd open wide our door

to blessings and the futures bright

and graces over pour. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

our souls would always soar;

for hope and faith would be our shield 

and charity our sword. 

If the ceiling were the floor,

The curtain'll find it tore

revealing truth to all who seek

the treasures now in store 

For if the ceiling were the floor,

My spirit would be poor. 

All glory, honor, praise to Thee

both now and evermore. 

Ave Maria

Alas! Draw near to my heart.
Vicious foes oppose our path but
Evermore shall we fight.

Upon the hill crest of our endeavours
we see the pains we faced and
the triumphs we feast freely for.
Terrors and demons you may
encounter but completion
and the Divine you will come
to absorb and assimilate.

Weakened are you from the battering
for which you soul has endured.
So much you crave peace but
troubles await beyond the hills
you've trodden and conquered.

Your heart churns within you
and I feel the twisting blade
lodged so deep within you.

I cry as you cry, my child.
I sing the same song as you
for never shall I leave you.
In peril and in joy,
I wait with open arms.

Rest now, my child,
for strength will find you soon.
You may not desire this path
but you are called to merge
your image to that of its Original.

Take my hand, for I have been
down roads leading to our goal.
When asked to bear the impossible
respond as I did--surrender your
will for the Greatest Glory.

Simple, we are born.
Extraordinary, we're asked to
assume transformation in total.
By our hands, the world will
wake to wonder's light.
In our heart, our humble actions
speak spiralling splendor to calm
our broken minds.

Mantle, I will wrap you with.
Atonement, my Son has satisfied.
Revelation, we see as fire burns.
Injustice, we're called to conquer.
Adoration, we remain in eternity.

R. R. R.

Sleep, my child.
The day will come when
you will be called upon.

A world filled freely
with conceit and concupiscence;
Shaping minds towards
crumbling pillars of salt.

I gave them a pact
promising provisions
as vast as the waters gracing
Heaven's mirror--
As deep as roots of
the Silent Giants that bear our
fruit and life.

Rest be upon you,
for your thoughts are
gateways to your soul.
Sharp and sober be your
motives--your heart.

To dread waking
is to avoid the duty
you've been called to.

Renewal. Revival.
Rebirth.

You'll Never Be Alone

When the world

softly crumbles,

I'll be here

and I'll be tall.

When your life

turns and tumbles, 

I'll be there

to carry on.

Through fear of pain-

In tears of sorrow;

I'll wipe your face

and I'll console.

When darkness falls

engulfed in shadow;

I'll be your light

to guide home. 

When your heart aches slowly

and your walls come down;

Lead me to your arms

and I'll never let go.

For I know hope's around the corner 

and I know that faith's in sight.

Don't you fret my sweet darling.

I'll hold you close. 

You'll never be alone.