Still More Musings from a Childhood Friend

Journeys (Dave Heavner) 5/4/96 The Sea. I took a journey in my mind, and ll these things I left behind: concrete, steel and these four barren walls; to stand by the sea and listen to the gulls. I saw myself standing upon a rocky cliff by the sea, surrounded by the dancing showers of misty spray as they caressed my face. All was so peaceful, and the only sounds were the lonesome cry of the gulls as they darted playfully among the pearly white foamy crests of the majestic waves as they marched like soldiers to the shore, only to dramatically exhaust their strength and power against the unyielding rocks. The faintest first fingers of a blazing morning sunrise began to stretch across the shimmering waters as if stroking them lovingly. It was God saying, "Good morning" to His creation. The cool morning air was saturated with the aromas of the sea. I stood as if in an enchanted trance, gazing lovingly upon the glory that surrounded my solitary figure, and feeling as if I were one with it all. It was truly mesmerizing. I felt the spray upon my face, and I closed my eyes to bathe in the cool moist, and refreshing kisses it left upon my cheeks. At the same time I invigorated myself in the aroma of the fresh salty air, as the cries of the gulls lulled me. I breathed ever so deeply, as if to fill my inner yearning spirit witht the captivating essence of the moment. I was alone to be caught in the early morning majesty of the sea, and I cherished it all. I wondered at the beauty. I marveled in the tranquility. I revelled in the oneness I felt with the whole splended picture. Like this was but a moment in time that would not have been at all without my presence so silently observe its being. It was as if I were sharing ancient secrets with mother nature, as she whispered into my ear through the various sounds of hter world that presently surrounded me. The sea is music. Its sound is enchanting to the soul, and its composer is GOD. Rocky Mountain Meadow: Another journey I took afar, to heal the pain of this soul-wrenching sear: the threats and the curses being thrown everywhere, I escaped to a mountain meadow full of colors so fair. I stood at the base of a majestic mountain full of vibrant colors. It stretched before me like an endless sea of life. Beautiful butterflies, large and small, drifted serenely, floating in the calm mountain breezes. Flowers of all colors and descriptions swayed slowly back and forth as if dancing to some secret music that nature played for them alone. THe supple blades of long, luscious green grass that stood between them like a carpet that God Himself laid, felt soft and cool beneath my bare feet. I opened my arms wide, and tilted back my head, breathing the perfumed air as I spun round and round in the grass and tenderly loving all things. Overhead, wispy white puffs as fragile as a breath journeyed to no particular destination through a saphire blue endless sky. The mountain itself stood beside me like a silent majestic guardian of this beautiful sacred place. Its pinnacles reached alone, out of view, and to look upon it was to view enormous and unmoveable strength and fortitude. I knelt down in the tall soft grass and gently touched a flower. Its petals were soft and supple. SO fragile, and yet so beautiful. There were vibrant colors all around me, richer and deeper than I'd ever viewed before. Ruby reds, dazzling sunlight yellows, harvest moon golds, newborn pinks, sunset oranges, and violet. All the colors of the rainbow surrounded me in proud display. It was as if the flowers knew they were there and knew how very beautiful they were. A living canvas painted by the Artist up above. The mountain breezes caress them, and whisper lullabies to them on a lazy spring day. There I stood among them alone, like an invited visitor to be entertained by the glorious mountain host. A mountain meadow is a tranquil, enchanting place to be alone, with God.

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A Prayer from the Depths of my Heart (Dave Heavner) 4/14/96 Hello Jesus, my old friend, I've come to talk to You again. With Open arms that You might reach me, with open heart that You might teach me. But my tears, like silent raindrops fall; through it all, Echoes in the sound.....of silence. Through restless dreams I've walked alone; darkened streets that I have known. For me, Your love was yearning, but my stubborn head kept turning. But now, my Lord, I reach out for Your light that splits the night, I reach out to the sound.......of silence. I'm sorry Lord, I went astray; I used to walk in my own way, What was it I was seeking? What were the words that I was speaking? As I sought to fill that void inside; there was too much pride. I chased the wind......of silence. And though I now in confines be, I take a look back and I see, In my sins, Lord, I was dying, in my sorrows, I was crying, But, Lord, for me you died on Calvary, upon the tree, Upon Your cross....of silence. Now as I lay me down to sleep; I pray dear Lord, my soul to keep, But if I should die before You wake me, I pray dear Lord that You might take me, To a place where no more tears will fall; through it all, Take me in the the sound.....of silence.

Musings From a Childhood Friend

Yet Will I Have Faith - David Lee Heavner 4/25/96 When they don't know what to tell me, when with my mind their games they play, when I get a different answer each and every day: yet will I have faith. When I while away the hours, wondering what is yet to be my fate, when all I want is information, but still they make me wait: yet will I have faith. When I stare out of my window on a bright and sunny day, when I close my eyes and travel to places very far away, when I pray for others yet for myself have nothing left to say: yet will I have faith. When the questions to the answers are as if yet unasked, when the actors in this play of life as of yet remain unmasked, when seeking truth in a world full of lies remains my greatest task: yet will I have faith. When the truth I've found in God above remains my primary source of love, when through this glass I darkly see the love and peace that waits for me, when in captivity I yearn to be free: yet will I have faith. ~This was written while he was sitting in a jail cell. Moonbeam Mountains ~David Lee Heavner 4/24/96 Moonbeam mountain is a place I used to go whenever I was lonely and needed nature's glow. In the gentle summer sunshine or the blazing shades of fall, up on moonbeam mountain, in peace I found it all. The moonlight played upon the pines at night as it cast its heavenly glow, and it really took my breath away when it danced on winter's snow. I always felt the Creator's presence there no matter where I went, and as I slept under the starry skies, His presence was my tent. Many fond memories I have of it, that spring up like a fountain; for a little part of me yet remains up on Moonbeam Mountain. I Love You (Dave Heavner) July 4, '96 Give me just a moment to tell you how I feel, for what I have to say to you from my heart I know is real. Give me one moment in time, my Love, when all my dreams come true; just a moment out of life, my Love, to spend my life with you. Give me the happiness that I thought I'd never find, for you're all I've ever dreamed of, and true love is never blind. You're the morning song within my heart, and my evening sunset's glow, you're the only rose in my garden of life, so won't you stay and grow? You're the stars that shine within my sky each night, and the sun that lights my day, you're the breeze that whispers in my ears so sweetly and the trees that gently sway. So give me just a moment and now I'll say to you how I feel in just 5 words: My Darling, I love you! ~I was going through some old letters and came across some thoughts and poetry by this childhood friend and thought maybe it would be of interest to some of my friends to read these thoughts. If not, well, it gave me more practice typing! I burned a few calories just exercising my fingers! :)