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Bray Architects

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Design, Remodel, Restore, Additional Services
All Types and Styles of Buildings
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Bray Architects
Established 1949

Website: www.BrayArchitects.com

Architecture: Residential. Commercial. Institutional. Light Industrial. Styles: New Contemporary. Traditional. Historic. Services: New Design, Remodel, Renovation, Interiors. Re-Use/Retrofit. Urban Design/Planning. Historic Preservation/Rehabilitation. Environmental Planning.

06/02/2024

Momentary

Time is like the rudder of a boat;
It helps to steer you
Where you want go.
Space is like the keel itself;
It follows the rudder.

Yet, everything depends on
You.
What you do;
Who you are.

Are you separate and distinct
From the Infinite?
Are you confined, limited;
Perhaps, even a victim?
Perhaps, no.

You might be a servant,
Of Something greater
Than any possible definition.
You might also be
A vital expression of eternal Life.
Perhaps, you are an infinite Idea,
In an infinite Mind.
Or maybe, you just are;
And also are beyond any
Sense of definition.

Listen,
Purely listen.
Listen with your
Whole being.

Perhaps, you are
The answer Itself.

From the book, "Embrace The World",
Copyright © 2014 by
Roger Winston Bray

08/28/2023

Life Is Letting Go

Life is letting go.
Letting go of fear, or the joy of success.

Life is letting go
Of blind ambition, of hurt feelings,
Of everything that causes distortion of the freedom of living.

Life is learning truth.
Learning how to accomplish without relinquishing
That which we truly are.

Life is letting go,
Solving problems by simply trusting
In Something larger than that which we can see,
Letting go to be more than what we thought we were,
Being all we are.

From the book, “Sharpened Point”,
Copyright © 1999 by
Roger Winston Bray

07/03/2023

Song Of The Soul

How does the Soul express itself?
In a song which is heard and felt by all.
The song of the Soul expresses itself as our very lives.

The patience of the tender mother;
The persistence of the tired worker;
The smile of the thoughtful diplomat;
The spiritual aching of the pr******te,
As she ferrets her way through the shadows,
To the light.

The reluctant or hardened street-gang member,
As he finds out the utter impotence of being a monster.

The hallowed echo of the rhythmic thought of the sage, or saint,
As they find and confer with their true being,
And freely give of it.

The criminal or anyone who ponders their blackened fate,
And who wishes that they had taken another road;
Unaware that another, better road, is just beginning.

The song of the Soul is infinite.

From the book, “Circled Corners”
Copyright © 1996 by
Roger Winston Bray

04/03/2023

You

You are the light behind my eyes.
You are the motion of my thoughts
And feelings.
You are reason and purpose in all
That I do.
You are my strength, and the strength
Of my compassion.

You show me each new day; for
You are my very life, and the life
All around me.

You are Love eternal. And love that
Grows with every beat of my heart.

You are One with All.
You I love!
I am one with You.
You!

From the book, "Beauty Of Love ",
Copyright (c) 2017 by Roger Winston Bray

03/31/2023

Silently

I silently lift my eyes
From all that is going on;
And silently lift my thoughts
Above the morass;
Silently, I seek an answer;
Knowing that Silence
Is the answer to everything.

And is always there.

From the book, "Dark To Light",
Copyright © 2014 by
Roger Winston Bray

03/17/2023

Universe

A light is lit in a darkened city.
Time passes by, and no one tells.
Narrow streets form images gritty.
Churches are silent, save for the bells.

Never a universe shines such as this.
A weary world rises to fall.
The hallowed shrine of the Eternal Mind
Loves and imagines all.

Curtains rise to reveal the truth.
People acquiesce to ignorance no more.
A child mirthfully plays in a slum-yard street,
And turns it to gold, true beauty to behold.

A passing guard summons an unruly crowd.
A beckoning hand is raised.
Freedom assured the entire world,
A single small voice is praised.

From the book, “Universe”,
Copyright © 1996 by
Roger Winston Bray

03/02/2023

Quivering Leaves

As the seasons pass, one overlapping the other,
I understand that our lives migrate from one
Awareness of existence to another, and
That which we are in essence, never changes.
We only grow richer in experience, as
We become more aware of who, and what we really are:
Expressions of Eternal Life.

The wind blows through the verdant countryside,
Caressing the grass, the billowing clouds, and
Creates the quivering leaves on the branches of the trees.
We, too, are like the quivering leaves, and
Like the wind.

From the book, “The Choice”,
Copyright © 1996 by
Roger Winston Bray

02/28/2023

"Everything can be taken away from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way."- Victor Frankl

02/18/2023

A poem written many decades ago to help comfort a friend who had recently lost a family member was read decades later at the funeral service for the astronauts of the space shuttle "Challenger." Perhaps, this poem may also be of some comfort to our country.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die

- Mary Elizabeth Frye

02/08/2023

Light Behind The Mist

Behind all the suffering, and short-lived joys;
Behind all the so-called, magnificent triumphs, and so-called, heart-wrenching failures;
Behind all oblivion, and valueless fame;
I will hold you close to my heart;
You will feel free again.

Within the frozen energy of tall, cloistered buildings;
Amongst ram-shackled towns;
Through the vast, stretching countryside;
Along ocean-dipped shores;
You will find me, still with you, in all your journeying;
I will always be your home.

You may have lost sight of me,
That does not matter.
I am always here, for you;
Like the light behind the mist.

From the book, “Circled Corners”
Copyright © 1996 by
Roger Winston Bray

01/25/2023

Silence Roars The Harmony

Swinging arcs of the pendulum.
Paced breathing of the cat.
Cloistered books upon the mantle.
Reflections warped on the carafe.
Moments turning endless circles.
Thoughts mirrored by their source.
Silence roars the harmony,
Casually, of course.

The streaking of the comet The pulsed motion of the star.
The burning light of daybreak.
The opened lid of the jar.
The abandoned child waiting.
The outstretched hands of the poor.
Silence roars the harmony,
Urging us to become more.

Everywhere we go,
The roar continues.

From the book, "The Spark Copyright © 1996 by
Roger Winston Bray

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