THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL

As the dawn breaks,and the sun's golden rays shoot upward to illuminate the dark sky...  I sit in awe and wonder at this beauty and my heart gives a sigh.

The breaking of a new dawn is a sight to behold, It's majestic beauty is for the young and the old...

There is so much to see that I can not even start to comprehend,  Only when I take time to heed,  my understanding of these things will depend.

Just as beautiful but in it's own way, is the setting of the sun at the end of the day.....

The array of colors are like a painting we love so much. 
Done with grace and love, and finished with the master's touch......

Then as night falls, the stars shine like diamonds in the sky. We could not improve on this, no matter how hard we try....

The full moon is a marvelous spectacle that rivals anything I know.  Consider the beauty of the reflection of it's rays on the new fallen snow.....

It is only up to us to heed the call.  Then we will be able to witness the beauty of it all....

O.W.(Smokey)Cleveland
(c)1997



TIME STOOD STILL


I remember the day that time stood still.
Darling, it was the day that you said, "I Will".

I can't remember such a thrill,
As I recall the day that time stood still.

I gave my life to you to have and to hold.
And prayed to the Lord that it would be until we were old.

I thought it would last forever.
Or, at least until the twelfth of never.

Inside our world my love grew so true.
I can't really grasp that it is finally through.

Now, that time is on the move,
I have absolutely nothing left to prove.

I can only remember now, the day that time stood still.
Now, about my love so true, honey it will always be there
for you, until.


O.W.(Smokey)Cleveland
(C)1995



WILLING TO SHARE

Peace will come when we are willing to share our views with
others.
We all have our views, trouble is, we forget that we are all
brothers.

We all have a religion and it is good that you do too.
You follow yours and in the meantime, for me, mine will do.

My home is here and yours is there.
For each of us to look after our own, would be rare.

If you need help, just call on me.
I will be there quick, if I need to be.

If I have a view and you do not agree,
We can still be friends after we agree to disagree.

If my collar is blue and yours is white,
That is fine with me because that is our right.

My skin may be white and yours another,
But just remember, you are still my brother.

I read a verse that is plain to tell.
If we would all heed it, we would all do well.

This verse is worth more than all of our wealth.
Just "Love Your Neighbor As You Do Yourself".


O.W.(Smokey)Cleveland
(C)1995



OR SO IT WILL SEEM


I will be with you even though I am gone.
You will feel my presence when you hear a certain song.

On a hot day and you are touched with a cool breath of air,
It was just me letting you know that I still care.

When there is something you have forgotten how to do,
Do not worry, I will take your hand and lead you through.

At night when you finally lay your head down to dream,
I will come to visit you, Or So It Will Seem.

Always think of me when you feel alone.
Because you can not see me does not mean that I am gone.

For as long as you keep me in your heart, I will always be alive.
It is for that reason, the love we once knew will surely thrive.


O.W.(Smokey)Cleveland
(C)1998



COLORED PEOPLE


I have dealt with colored people all of my life
For some, it seems to cause a lot of strife.

When I was younger I was colored and that is a fact.
Because when I was in high school I was red and black.

In the military I changed my colors to blue and green.
Then they taught us all how to be a fighting machine.

In the field we were all the same color and it could easily be seen.
Just look at all of us and you could see that we were all green.

For the ones that went to college, their color changed again.
It is not so easy when you expect your present color to remain the same.

A man's outward color has never mattered from what I could see.
It was the color on the inside that mattered to me.

The color of a man keeps changing and it is always new.
For the color I see in us now is that we are all red, white and blue.


O.W.(Smokey)Cleveland
(C)1999


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