Christmas Eve

I was looking out the window tonight,
When in the sky I saw a sight.
Was Father Christmas in his sledge,
Flying high over field and hedge.
On his way to Nairobi he said,
To fill the stockings on your bed.
I shouted out as loud as I could,
I know William and Emeline have been good,
Give them a hug from garandma and me,
So they know we love them you see.

Love and the bee

Love is the water
that nourishes the seed,
that grows the flower
that feeds the bee,
that makes the honey
for you and me.

One spirit

The you you see, is not you.
It is the body shell of the spirit that is you.
You are not Muslim, Catholic or Jew.
You, we, me
Are spirit in energy.