Titles:

Life to Ascension
Mother Earth
Fly Away
Little Creatures That Fly
The Guide
Great Performer
God's Creation
Lasting Love
Encouragement

All Gods little living things grow so green and lively early in spring.
With nourishment from above the ground each mystery of growth below is found.
The beauty is each so rare some hold flowers, some don't care.
Some produce food for feathered friends and some give fruit and nuts to men.
Some give shelter from the sun while others just remain for fun.

Shelter, home, food and flower Greener and greener by the hour.

Though some are known to be of red the oldest are in California it's said.
The years of time are gently spread around its middle, beneath its head.
From redwoods we can easily say life on this planet goes on day after day.

If nothing was left but you and I And Gods green little things, we'd all get by.

We all must think of reasons why so much famine reaches across the sky when nature provides more than enough for you and I.

If man would pick from each of his trees a bushel of fruits and nuts for free collectively we'd feed more you see.
By together sharing what God meant to be food for all humanity.

What is it to be hungry? Most know not this feeling.
We tend to spend life just wheeling and dealing.
But once, just once, we all need to be exposed to famine and misery.
So each and all can consciously be aware of tiny tummies that need, something more than empathy.

May 22, 1988 ............CRISTAH

Flying over clouds and blue wings above your plane and you.

Carry you through weightless air in wind that can not blow your hair.

Up with the stars, sun and moon you're free as a bird, but come soon.

The reality that you are not free just in a plane, that you - not me...

Can sail away the sky of blue and return to earth the same way too.

For your dream was flying and it came true. Closer to nature than you ever knew.

Who thought it possible? I did - did you?

March 25, 1988.....CRISTAH

The birds that sing so sweetly each morning that I rise,
Reminding me of all that is and suddenly by surprise,
The beauty and the wonder are right before my eyes.

What God has given each of us the earth, sun, stars and moon;
Are only parts we take for granted as we listen to the tune.

Of precious little things that fly as time stands still, then passes by.

These little creatures have me wondering why God has them fly, but why not I.

March 25, 1988......CRISTAH

I miss you so - some days more you know it's been so very long ago.

But once in a while, I'll see your face, so plain and clear I know that you are near.
What can it be - are you watching over me? I hope you are - what can it mean?

Maybe I'll understand in time.
Maybe it's the rhythm of my rhyme.
It's so confusing - what can it be, this rhyming that's come over me.

The messages I write aren't clear. What does it mean, please help me dear.

Each day when here at eight or so, as I sit down my pencil goes.
Without my knowing how or why, the words on paper seem to try,
To send a message to someone with thoughts from me as well as some...

From another source, of this I'm sure, because of how each one occurs.

I sit five minutes sometimes more and words start rhyming which I adore.

I wish I knew my spirit guide who takes my pencil for a ride!

March 26, 1988 ...CRISTAH

Quiet tears have shed many times from emotions, thoughts, sounds and mimes.
The wonder of it all distorts my mind, and confuses my very thought at the time.

The mysteries of the gifts I witness, are so profound I find me listless.
To distractions that so commonly would take my thoughts away from thee.

But the excellence rebounds, as I listen to the sounds,
That were created by a man, by which you lead his hand.

In movement, sound and verse - as he wrote, played, then rehearsed.
The perfection he has found was a gift from you of sound.

A Master in his class, hard work and time have passed.

Did you ever hear him years ago? Time does not wait, he had to go.

April 3, 1988.....CRISTAH

How did the stars, moon, sun and earth develop?
Where did man, plant and mineral come from?
Why does man speak, weep, breath and die when all else that lives fails to tell us why?

Trees have grown for a thousand years, when cut and trimmed may form the tiers of a structure to shelter human kind and blind us from earth and all divine.

Flowers grow, bloom and die; some return and some bid good-bye.
Valleys and mountains - oh, what stories they could tell, from beast to insect, over hill and vale.

Such beauty they hold -
Inside their being remains the gems of old... diamonds, emeralds, rubies and gold.
They keep repeating the message of life from times ago, and of a Creator whose mission is burried below.

How did this happen?
How is it some fly?
Who made man, beast, plant and sky?

One can't say for sure, but I think that I, will always believe 'till the day I die;
That God made it happen - the earth, birds and sky.
And then in all this beauty,
He made you and I.

April 3, 1988 ....CRISTAH

The sun may fade the moon may fall, but my love for you will last over all.
Your warmth and love embraces all that is, and God's graceful arms surround your kiss.
A lover, a friend, you will always be, our love will go on through eternity.
The future beholds all the magic and charm, of eternal love in each others arms.
Your kindness and courage holds fast every day,
Bringing sunshine and roses to each along the way.
The day that I met you was many ago, and now out hearts beat loudly...
I love you so.

March 8, 1988 .....Cristah

Her warmth and love surrounds them giving herself again and again.
She goes around in circles never knowing the end.

Her faith is never dying, in her heart she's always trying.
For something better for those around her, when in fact it does surround her.
It's not her destiny to be of wealth, more important to have good health.

The material things of this earth are meaningless when under the dirt.
The love and charity in her heart, abundantly is there to start.
To look ahead into the future that is rich, beautiful and mature.
To guide her to the path of contentment and at last...

The happiness she deserves here on earth has been preserved.
For days ahead she'll be ahead of all the rest as we enter the test-
Of the wisdom of His ways during the rest of our days.

As this new age approaches, do not be dazed
For life can be fulfilling in the mist of the haze.
Let your conscious be your guide, do not venture, do not hide.
The answer is still there but do not hurry, do not care.

For the plan is still in action and the sequence takes a fraction of your time,
So use it well, and before too long you'll tell,
That the pleasantness you see is merely meant to be.
The goodness in your heart is the beginning, just the start.

But do not stop at this, guard the longing of a kiss.
Just keep Him close in mind and you will find something Divine in the rest of time.

March 31, 1988 .....Cristah