There is something profoundly beautiful, almost peaceful about seeing the wings of angels. It’s as though they have all the answers and they wish we could see those answers.
This song, takes your heart, holds it tight, and for just over three minutes makes you forget that the world has so many problems. The wings of angels hold us, as does this song
In being so inspired by Angels, and the beauty of their wings, this video poem talks about “Angels on Duty” surrounding us each day with the intention of helping us through our day.
I was completely inspired to write this poem for Susan Boyle http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY from Britain’s Got Talent 2009. She truly moved me to tears with her performance. Congratulations Susan!
If you were put on this earth to do just one thing,
What would that one thing be
Would you arch your back to the moon
And belt out a passionate Dion tune
Would you fly to Africa
Or go around the corner to feed those hungrier
Would you fundraise for those less fortunate
Without glory, without praise
Would you lead the blind
Aid the deaf
Assist those inept
Or put your thoughts to paper giving out pleasure
For all to measure
Or would you gently tap humanity’s shoulder with this question
In hopes that after pondering some would take action
Does nobility exist in one or all of these
Or is the nobility knowing who you are
And what that one thing would be
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, copyrighted
Poem, Destiny: This poem was written with our own personal life’s purpose in mind. What is that you were put on this earth to do, to complete, to perfect. What is each of our contribution to this world suppose to be. We are all here to perfect something. So in very simple words, I ask this question in this poem. What is your one thing. I don’t mean that we are here for literally “one” thing, rather I’m speaking of our overall life’s theme.
“When a Son Loses His Father” was originally written as a poem, but was then expanded into song lyrics. Below is a video poem of the song, the song lyrics, and the original poem.
For those looking for that perfect father daughter wedding or other special occasion song, “Songs for Fathers and Daughters” can also be found.
Now that he’s without him
what is he working for
He had never truly realized
His dad drove him to want more
With working came acceptance
replaced emotions he concedes and his father unavailable,
he kept his schedule filled with deeds,
When his father passed away
it broke him to the core
just learning he and his dad
had things in common they stood for
His dad had loved unconditionally,
despite his character flaws
and perhaps was thinking he’d call his son
when the winter thaws
but winters came and went
and neither reached to call
yet they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
His imperfect life with his Dad,
is now the oddest gift he treasures
He’s vowed to be a father
for his sons to proudly measure
He says “I love you” to his kids,
and has being saying so for many years
then thinks of what he missed
with his Dad,
and it reduces him to tears
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
When a son loses his father
a part of himself fades into the light
as do the words he rarely stated,
like, “Dad, nice to hear from you tonight”
or picking up the phone to say,
“hi dad, did you just hear”,
are calls he wished he’d made
while he wipes away a tear,
Now in a prayer he says, “I love you Dad”,
to the heavens he kneels and pleads
and wonders if his fathers knows
that his love’s so strong, it bleeds
“Dad, in case you didn’t know it,
I love you more than I can say
I always tell my kids I love them
I learned that the hard way,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay”.
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted
Song Lyric Version of
When A Son Loses His Father
(VERSE ONE)
Now that he’s without him
what is he workin’ for
He had never truly realized
His dad drove him to want more
With workin’ came acceptance
replaced emotions he concedes
and his father unavailable,
he kept his schedule filled with deeds,
When his father passed away
it really broke him to the core
just learning he and his dad
had things in common they stood for
(CHORUS)
His dad had loved unconditionally,
despite his character flaws
and perhaps was thinking he’d call his son
when the winter thaws
but winters came and went
and neither reached to call
yet they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
His imperfect life with his Dad,
is now the oddest gift he treasures
He’s vowed to be a father
for his sons to proudly measure
He says “I love you” to his kids,
and has being saying so for many years
then thinks of what he missed
with his Dad,
and it reduces him to tears
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
(VERSE TWO)
When a son loses his father
a part of himself fades into the light
as do the words he rarely stated,
like, “Dad, nice to hear from you tonight”
or picking up the phone to say,
“hi dad, did you just hear”,
are calls he wished he’d made
while he wipes away a tear,
Now in a prayer he says, “I love you Dad”,
to the heavens he kneels and pleads
and wonders if his fathers knows
that his love’s so strong, it bleeds
“Dad, in case you didn’t know it,
I love you more than I can say
I always tell my kids I love them
I learned that the hard way,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay”.
(BRIDGE into Final Chorus)
Winters passed into the night
like this father and this son
too late to change the way it went
too late to change a wrong, he says
“Goodbye my father,
I love you more than I thought I might
and Despite my life’s hard journey
in my heart there’s only light
and to have this love in me,
you must have done a few things right”
Although winters came and went
and neither reached to call
they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
“Dad, I’m sure you truly know it,
I love you more than I can say
because I always tell my kids I love them
I learned from our mistakes,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay”.
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted
When A Son Loses His Father: Do you know someone who has experienced this type of gut-wrenching loss? Unfortunately this pain may be a sad truth, with some what of a hopeful ending, for many people. This was hard to write, for many reasons.
We are so much more than what we are
We dream we plan
We travel so far
We learn we know
We ere we grow
We love we cry
We shine we try
We share we take
We feel we make
We work we rest
We grow we nest
We reach to touch the science star
We are so much more than what we are
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Poem, HOPE: Being in the mood for extreme simplicity, the most basic interpretation of who we really are, put these very basic thoughts to paper.
Time heals
Promising closure
Shrinking scars like popping bubbles
As it prepares our gift
Times benefaction is objectivity to our past
Building an awareness of yesteryears
Defogging our vision for truth
Generously donating our package of clarity
Time lies only to those
who misuse its precious moments,
Lines entrenched on our face
can devour redeemable blemishes
By gracefully accepting our package
healing eyes can widen to witness dissipating mist
Time promises blessed tomorrows
Let us put away our spinning wheels
plunge forward with our lesson
accept our bequest from Time, and yes!
We will have morning smiles
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted
Poem, Time Passing: This poem has quite a history…When I was about 17 years old, on my way by train to visit a friend, I wrote a poem called, “Time Heals All Wounds”. There wasn’t anything going on negatively in my life at the time, I just remember feeling reflective about how time was passing by, and how time changes so much. Well today, at this time in my life, over 20 years later, I was re-reading this poem…and I felt compelled to modify it. I added a theme that I learned only by growing older (or should I say “maturing”). That is, that of course, yes, everything changes as time goes by, but more importantly it’s our life lessons that we absorb from time..or in some cases, don’t absorb, at which point we are left spinning our wheels and repeating the same mistakes. So this poem is my maturing lesson of “Times Gift”..(lets hope
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