The Rain - Love Descending

The rain outside my window awakens me. It (and the deluge in my thoughts )
is coming in waves..... filling the night.

Countless drops pouring in sheets through the air, lovingly drenching the world in freshness.

The bright and shining miracle of a single measure of a drop of love outshines everything in my world of matter, space and time.


There is truly a power in love, unlike any other. The power to move us beyond ourselves, to give beyond ourselves, and be more - than we can be - without love.

But defining love... it's essence, limits and borders... if we approach it honestly, is simply impossible

The concept seems simple. Like the raindrop on a leaf.

Until we realize that in the smallest drop - is a universe beyond our understanding.

We cannot see love, or touch love, or hold love.

It seems instead that love sees us. Touches us. Holds us. Binds us to each other, and perhaps more than anything else gives our living,  ...   life.

Our quest.

Perhaps love is the holy grail.

Not made of matter. Nor energy. Tho certainly of power. Power to disarm. To overcome. To endure. To flourish. To enjoy. To be good for goodness sake.

Love is the thing outside ourselves, that we cannot define, that tells us that there is more. That we are not alone. That there is hope. Help. Provision. .... Love.

If it were not for love, I would not believe in anything.

But I can't explain the universe in the tiniest droplet of love. The bright and shining miracle of a single measure of a drop of love outshines everything in my world of matter, space and time.

Tina Penn



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Mary's Little Baby Child

Mary’s little baby child -He came into our world
Mary’s little baby child- He came into our world
He came to bring us hope
He came to bring us joy
He came to bring us peace - Mary’s little baby child
He came into our world

Mary’s little baby child - Oh She loved him so
Mary’s little baby child - Oh She loved him so.
He came to bring us hope
He came to bring us joy
He came to bring us peace - Mary’s little baby child
Oh She loved him so.

Mary’s little baby child - He grew up strong and tall
Mary’s little baby child - He grew up strong and tall
He came to bring us hope
He came to bring us joy
He came to bring us peace - Mary’s little baby child
He grew up strong and tall

Mary’s little baby child - Caused the blind to see
Mary’s little baby child - Caused the blind to see
He came to bring us hope
He came to bring us joy
He came to bring us peace - Mary’s little baby child
Caused the blind to see


Mary’s little baby child - Oh he came to die
Mary’s little baby child - Oh he came to die
He came to bring us hope
He came to bring us joy
He came to bring us peace - Mary’s little baby child


Oh he came to die.

Tina Steele Penn







"Perhaps love is like a resting place

A shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort

It is there to keep you warm

And in those times of trouble

When you are most alone

The memory of love will bring you home."-  John Denver 





Thoughts on The Incarnation


What if the universe was a vast unfathomable place?
What if in this universe I am infinitesimal on my tiny plane?
How could I perceive anything so far beyond my scope?

What if the universe did not just happen to be?
What if some Essence is behind it, governing and ordaining?
What if this Essence was so great it could think all into existence?

What kind of power would It be that could think worlds into being?
What kind of strength would it have to command?
What kind of glory would be Its dwelling?

I am as small to this Greatness as the sands of the earth to
The distance across the universe. I am as helpless to this Warmth,
As an ice particle to the presence of the sun. I am as limited as matter to thought.

What if that Essence that creates cells and universes knows my simple thoughts.
What is it that will protect me from the glory of such an Essence.
I am separated by an intangible space, accountable by nature to truth.

What if this Essence is defined by thought, what kind of thought would it be.
What kind of logic? What kind of truth? What kind of love?
What if the Essence wanted to share its thought, logic, truth and love with me?

What if when I leave this space, this time, What if I see beyond the universe of matter?
What if then I exist where the Essence dwells, in the other - beyond place and time.
What if I have no power, no strength, no glory. Just me, alone in my minuteness.

What if such power would refuse me. Such strength would deny me.
Such glory would surely consume me. How to approach such distance?
What if I could see such glory in my miniscule sight?

What if this Essence could change me? Not by fiat or power,
But by Love? If Love became flesh, sinew and bone, What would that Love look like?


That love would look like the Essence of Love - Incarnated.

Tina Steele Penn

(Matthew 1:23 "A virgin will conceive, and you will call His name Immanuel, meaning God with us"

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The Echo of Your Voice


The wind whispers as is sweeps through the trees,

Seducing the morning with sweetness.


The birds raise a cacophany of pleasure

As they lift their songs to the light.



The whole world in unison sings

At the echo of your voice;

Ringing in my heart,

I am entranced.



The rain falls in rhythmic joy to the earth

Washing all the air with newness.

Prisms shine and shimmer on the leaves,

Infusing my path with radiance.



The whole world in unison sings

At the echo of your voice;

Ringing in my heart,


I am entranced.

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Fear of Falling

Fear of falling keeps me standing
Far away from you.
Fear of falling keeps me waiting
Don't know what to do.

I can't find my way without you
lost and lonely
I can't see where
I'm falling too...


Fear of falling keeps me standing
Far away from you.
Fear of falling keeps me waiting
Don't know what to do.

Everything about you
Is confidence and grace
When I'm close to you
I'm fearless too.

Fear of falling keeps me standing
Far away from you.
Fear of falling keeps me waiting
Don't know what to do.

If I thought that you were near me
I think I could try
If I thought that you would catch me
I think I could fly.


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From Grace to Glory

The gifts we receive that we don't deserve. Will never deserve.

Heaven - here and now- the beauty of - life - art - music - friendship - shower us now. I believe it is grace that allows us to see beyond this world to the next.

What is in an eye to receive beauty? What is in an ear to hear it? Blood, membranes, a lense, a drum? Beauty has a power in and of itself, apart from us. Imbued from the source, not the receiver.

To hunger - and thereby appreciate a power so far beyond ourselves that we can only capture glimmers of it shimmering through a veil.

As we devote ourselves - we become the vessel of Grace to those around us. We become light and life and perhaps even display a small modicum of Glory to those who walk near us.

Glory. Grace shows us Glory.

Glory we don't deserve to see. Will never deserve.

But Glory so bright that our hearts are sometimes moved beyond sinew and bone, cell and neuron, and drawn though the veil to taste a world beyond the material - the ethereal - where abstraction flees before the solid realization of the Creator of Light who is Love.

Love we don't deserve - but ah- that's the point of love. Love has no requirement. No demands. It cannot be bought. It is showered. We are immersed.

We are loved!

Grace shows us the power and glory of a Love so great that it reaches and touches us in the core of our being. Shredding our humaness, and laying bare our limitations, while wrapping us in warm and gentle caresses - "Singing over us in Love".

All we can do - all we are capable of doing - in return - is love.

Tina Steele Penn 
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What a Great Day

What a great day it turned out to be;

It seemed impossible this morning

So much had gone wrong

So much was lost.



What a great day it turned out to be;

I remember thinking you were gone

You would never come back

I had gone too far.



What a great day it turned out to be;

Praying you would understand

I would be brave and try

Hoping for so much.



What a great day it turned out to be;

I knew I would have to face you

To try to explain

Show you I care.



What a great day it turned out to be

You so willing to listen

To forgive

To understand.



What a great day it turned out to be.

Tina Steele Penn

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Trading the Day for the Night

It seems I am alone in the night.
The darkness closes in on every side.
I see no hope beyond my sight,
While here I am alone with my pride.

Why do I trade the day for the night?
Seeing only the darkness I feel;
If I look now above, I can still see the light,
And stop seeing these walls as reality.

The charges have been noted and filed,
Locked in here, forever by my fear.
Around the exit more rocks are piled,
While only a glimmer still remains clear.

Why do I trade the day for the night?
Seeing only the darkness I feel;
If I look now above, I can still see the light,
And stop seeing these walls as reality.

Freedom is not just running away.
And just changing people won’t change the view.
Like you I’ve been afraid ev’ry day,
There is so much more to see beyond you.

Why do you trade the day for the night?
Seeing only the darkness you feel;
If you look now above, you can still see the light,
And stop seeing these walls as reality.

Tina Steele Penn

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Breathing Miracles

Have you ever wondered how the newborn,

Having taken the first breath,

Feels when it utters it's first cry?

Hears for the first time,

The expression of it's own emotion?

I think that is how I feel in the face Of this new existence.

It isn't that I don't believe in miracles.

It is just sometimes the miracle is so big, And so unexpected,

That even when it is staring me in the face,

I keep testing it to see if it is really there.

That it isn't my imagination.

That I'm seeing things the way they really are.

Impossible things. Then,

When I finally figure it out,

It takes me a while to learn how to be,

In the new and amazingly, miraculous world;

Giving entirely new meaning to:

"Changing my world".

The Earth having shifting on its axis,

Leaving me to learn to breathe,

like an infant; In an incredible,

new and breathless space!

Tina Steele Penn

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Homesick

Longing for the feeling of home. We never lose it. It is our anchor. It calls us forward.

It only changes when we one day wake up and find ourselves, Home.

We have built into us a "Longing for that city," that place of sheer contentment we long for deep inside.

Because our vision is clouded, we are still longing for the day...

In the movie "Signs" - at the beginnning of the movie, the Priest/Father is having difficulty dealing

with his loss and understanding how it relates to his faith.

He is looking through a window that is cloudy and blurry. Later when he has learned to see - the window is clear, and the vision complete.

We will only be fully content, I believe, when are hearts are joined completely and

eternally with those we love so deeply, in the heart of Love.

The more I see of the eternal here - the closer I feel to those far away!

Tina Steele Penn

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In the Knowing

What you require, I am happy to give;

If it is a gift you desire.

Mine is yours,

To have.



I desire no gift from you that springs not

From a giving heart.

No tokens or words,

Only love.



I require nothing, I have all I need.

And when I have need,

More will be given

From the Source of Love.



My happiness springs from a well deep within.

Forged from

The ground of my heart

Before time.



Out of this well flows the spring of joy I receive

In knowing you.

Drinking such water

Transforms me.



Extraordinary, the air about you

Breathing here.

Pure pleasure,

Just in the knowing.

Tina Steele Penn

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The Dazzle of You

I let it all confuse me.
Lost in the dazzle of you
Everything seems so real,
Living here in my dream.

You make me feel alive
In ways I've never known.
In losing my heart,
I have finally found a home.

I linger here so content
Bemused by the magic
Of the air, just breathing
Here is bliss.

I let it all confuse me.
Lost in the dazzle of you
Everything seems so real,
Living here in my dream.


Dreams can be lovely or terrifying,

But in the end they are just dreams.



I let it all confuse me.
Lost in the dazzle of you
Everything seems so real,
Living here in my dream.


Please don’t let me wake up from this dream.

Tina Steele Penn

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Not So Alone

Please, I’d like to talk about it.
I didn’t mean to hurt you,
It was just a little thing.
Nothing happened really
I can’t believe
I let it get so out of hand.

There is just so much
I didn’t know.
I wasn’t alone,
You were there,
Oh, it mattered to you.
I just didn’t see
How much
It mattered to you.

I didn’t know, should I sit or stand
Hide away, just disappear?
I had not expected
to be so lost, so alone..
Somehow I need to
get myself
back in hand.

Why does Life shake us this way
Out of our complacent existence
Suddenly so much matters to me.

There is just so much
I didn’t know.
I wasn’t alone,
You were there,
Oh, it mattered to you.
I just didn’t see
How much
it mattered to you.

How much
I mattered to you.

I was so out of place
out of my orbit, lost
in this new place all alone
No one even knew I was there,
Who was going to
Stop me from floating away.

I just didn’t know, I mattered to you.

Tina Steele Penn

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Trying to Remember How to Breathe

I know you are leaving,
That you’ll be gone awhile.
I know this is something you want
It is important to you.

To tell the truth, I’m okay with this.
I have something to do while you’re gone
Something I can’t do when you’re near,
I’ll be trying to remember how to breathe,

I know it really isn’t very long
And you will think the time way too short
You will certainly achieve all you plan
And not even be aware of me,

To tell the truth, I’m okay with this.
I have something to do while you’re gone
Something I can’t do when you’re near
I’ll be trying to remember how to breathe


I have to admit I’m a little worried,
What if my heart doesn’t
Learn to beat again
The way it is supposed to?


To tell you the truth, I’m okay with this.
I have something to do while you’re gone
Something I can’t do when you’re near,
I’ll be trying to remember how to breathe

Only now that you’re gone, It’s even harder to breathe…

Tina Steele Penn

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Until They Died

I’ve heard of people
Who loved till they died
That when one was taken
The other followed.
And now that I’ve met you
All my days are turned around

I’m sure you’ve heard stories,
fairy tales I’m sure
Of people who loved so much
the Earth shifted from it’s place,

And now I only know where
I am, when I am with you


I can’t seem to get my feet
back on solid ground.
I’m either flying or falling
You are everything
that matters in my day
You are all the world I need.

I’m sure you’ve heard stories,
fairy tales I’m sure
Of people who loved so much
the Earth shifted from it’s place,
And now I only know where
I am, when I am with you.

Tina Steele Penn

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Dancing in Your Tears

Little child, you’ve lost your way
Looking for the home you once knew
Searching every stopping place
To find a love that seems true.

I see you there
Little one.
Wandering, spinning,
Dancing in your tears
Dying slowly from
Your silent broken heart.

You play the games we play
Smiling and laughing
Perhaps loudest of all
While all alone inside you weep

I see you there
Little one.
Wandering, spinning,
Dancing in your tears
Dying slowly from
Your silent broken heart.

You flit about from hope to hope
Thinking each will fill the void
But knowing down deep within
It is worse the deeper you spin

I see you there
Little one.
Wandering, spinning,
Dancing in your tears
Dying slowly from
Your silent broken heart.

If you will look at me
And give me a chance
I’ll show you what home can be
Come, find in me ...   the love you seek.

Tina Steele Penn