Wednesday is the day when everything happens and dreams come true, in time Moira Levant Jan. 15 2020
Hope
Hear the sound of life? Joyful nature singing true. circuling the sun. Moira Levant © 2019
Noel
I had the privelege to play 5 Christmas Eve performances at Ginghamsburg church. It made for a long day, but worthwhile. Here is one of the songs we performed, in its original form, by Chris Tomlin. Ginghamsburg Church https://ginghamsburg.org https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Vwu-t7QRaE
nothing
silence everywhere there seems nothing more to say is anyone there? Moira Levant December 27 2019
Childhood's Dreams
Where is your true joy?From childhood, when you were free?pits of adulthoodDreams that become thoughtsfrom childhood can become trueAdult floweringThe pups become dogswithout too much struggle anddogs know joy, they dolet go to becomethe joy you knew long agothe dream you once wereMoira Levant © Dec. 11 2019
Christmas Fervor
Photo by Andreas Wohlfahrt on Pexels.com running everywherebusy, buying, wraping andwhere is God's meaning?Moira Levant © Dec. 9 2019levantmusicstudio.com
Adventure
Why me, why me, oh!The bad things that happen couldbe good in the endMoira Levant © December 8 2019
learning selflessness
when you feel your needs are not metit is hard to be selflesswhen it seems no one is there to care for youit is hard to care about otherswhen you face loosing everythingfamily, home, reputationit is hard to show respectfear of what might be lies to youdon't listenall you need you haveyou are cared foryou…
What do you want?
Me, what do I want?Respect, purpose, friends?What to do with the rest of humanity?Love them the best I can, and leave them alone.I wish it were that easymaybe it is, and I make it more difficultbut when something unfair seems to happenwhen my vision is obsuredall I see are mine, mewhat of the other?Should I…
A Feathered Thing
Hope, so says the poet, is a feathered thingit rests in the soullove is eturnalit keeps those it loves warm and safeit cheerfully sings in every kind of weatherlove is eturnalit never asks to be repaidlove is eturnaldisquieted souls have no hoperestlessness is in their bloodlove is still eturnalthey are cold, lovelessthey never singlove is…
