Tag: poetry

There Was Always Hope

Today I have made a choice at last

Choosing to become complete

I will take the moments in my past

That may be sad or oh so sweet

And knit them to my heart today

With the golden strands of life

And starlight from the Milky Way

Keeping joy to guard against the strife

I faced my hardships and trials

Walking the darkness of the scary night

Following the wrong paths of denials

Yet always coming back into the light

Many times it was so tiring just to cope

But knowing in the end I would be okay

My dream knew there was always hope

And, Father God, to show me the way.

 

 

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Life is a Leveler

This poem came out of a time when my life had been put on hold to help others and harsh words had hurt me deep within my spirit but Jesus had my back and helped me through this trying time.

Life is a leveler

And seeks it’s own

Then wants more

Emptying my soul of joy

When the stress gets to bad

I stumble in the darkness

Tripping over my own thoughts

What else do I have-

That is worth the fight?

Do I hang on to this?

Or let go of that?

Will it matter in the end?

What will I do-

When I finally break?

Will anyone care?

And put me together again?

Words maybe if soft and sweet

Could be just the thing

That is needed to fix my heart

Love seems to be the thin veil

Used to cover up the cause

I evidently did or said

Something that was wrong

When everything is finally done

And all the lights go out

Will joy come back out of the dark

And caress me in the night?

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Love Tried

Jumbled words

Fell from my mouth

As I made my excuses

Why I didn’t have to listen

To their voices of concern

For my eternal soul.

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“Everyone is doing it!”

“It’s my life and I’ll do what I want!”

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

“I’m grown now!”

“You are not my boss!”

Oh! How I wish I could

Take them all back

For love had tried to teach me

To warn me what lay ahead

When I walked in the ways of sin.

Flames of fire now

Lick at my soul

I knew everything in my arrogance

Thought I was something

On my own and told my parents so

With the cruelest of attitudes

Oh! How I wish I could

Take them all back

For love had tried to teach me

To warn me of what lay ahead

When I walked in the ways of sin.

“Daddy, I am so sorry!”

“Mama, can I wipe your tears away?”

“I want to feel your cool hands of love

Upon my brow again!”

“It is so hot here!”

“Darkness!”

“Oh, God forgive me!”

Cool hands caress my face

I open my eyes

Daddy’s prayer so full of love

Wakes me from my horrible dream.

I am awake now but eternally changed

For with love all is not lost!

I have listened and finally heard

Their voices of sweet, saving love.

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Forever Found-Translation

Bound by eternity

(We have to go-even in death)

Ties ever strong

(Can’t be broken)

Keep pulling forward

(The future)

To farther along

(Can’t stay where we are)

Forever guided by our expansion of more

(Always wanting more-never satisfied)

Needs ever filling

(Trying to appease desires)

Needs never met

(Falling short of the goal)

Comparing the two

(Loosing faith in ourselves and others)

It’s not over yet!

(There is still time)

Taking and giving

(Selfishness and caring)

Replacing the void

(Emptiness of soul)

Time never spent

(Not even trying)

Hurts to avoid

(Fear of rejection)

Eyes toward the future

(Must keep going-don’t look back)

Seeing no end

(Eternity is forever)

Mortals walking

(Humanity as a whole)

Souls to ascend

(We will all stand before God)

Lost in the darkness

(Can’t find the way)

Calls to the light

(We want to see)

Ever trying

(Helping as we can)

Doing what’s right

(Even when we don’t want to)

Heaven eternal

(Final destination)

Granting the dream

(Fulfillment)

Finding the river

(Living Water of Life)

Of mercy’s sweet stream

(Forgiveness)

Cords of compassion

(Unconditonal love)

Eternity bound

(Saved by grace for all time)

Forever forward-Forever found.

 

 

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Hope Abound

Words of love are spoken

When acts of love do meet

Hearts are fulfilled-not broken

When words and acts do meet

Cheerful cries float on the air

Made by children dark and fair

Hope abound and tarry there

Keep them from all worldly care

Time does have a plan for everything

All laid out very carefully

But alas not a soul can see

What the results are meant to be

So, hope abound and tarry here

Make us part of the plan

To take us up to that holy sphere

Where God will walk with His created man.

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Me For Thee

You are in the garden all alone

Kneeling and praying by a stone

I see You there

I see Your pain

I feel my teardrops as the rain

OH! How it hurts for me to see!

What You went through

To save me for Thee!

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We Will See

Will everything be all right?

Silence cries into the night

Weeping for what used to be

Now no more than a memory

Will everything be all right?

We will see says the night.

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Ode to a Rebel

He talks I believe

Through his muse’s pain

Putting words together

Like dropplets of rain

Not quite sure sometimes

What he really means

I think that -just maybe

He likes this bequiling mystery

He is wild-completely free

Creating words of art for us to see!

 

 

 

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To my followers

To everyone who follows my blog-Thank you so much for following my blog and liking my post-fivereflections I tried to comment on your haikus and Ice fishing but there were so many that I thought this might be a better way- I not only like them I am amazed by them-such beauty in the simplist of words-The first time I wrote a haiku was when I started back to college in 1999 at the ripe old age of 50. I thought I was too cool when I was 18 so my punishment for my arrogance was having to take college algebra at 50 when it wasn’t a required credit in 1967. I have since graduated with a 4.0 but I still need to finish this class for my double AA in art and General studies. Alas time has caught up with me and after a few mini-strokes the memory is a little wobbly-but if it is God’s will I will finish it someday in the future. Anyway back to the haiku-It was liberating to do this kind of poetry- I am a traditional old foggey and thought everything should be rhymes and etc. My first collage in art was a freeing experience also! Sorry I am talking to much just wanted to say I think your writing is fabulous as are all the other writers and photgraphers following my blog. I try to read all of the posts but this computer has a mind of its own and I have to individually go to each blog separate from the emails or I get about 5 blank pages and my computer locks up on me-so bear with me. I really enjoy everyones blogs and do so appreciate your likes and comments. Thank you everyone-you are all so good at this! My husband has one also his is cfreeheart@wordpress.com.  He has already self-published a book of poems called Freedom of Expression-check him out he is awesome! Again thank you!

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Beloved Friends

When time takes us down

The trail of life

It does not ask

For directions

God chooses the path

We meet eternal blessings

And earthly hardships

Along the way

See many a beautiful thing

Encounter the saddness

Of broken hearts

As we travel on

Beholding the miracles

That only faith an bring

We see that within

The mountain’s height

And the valley’s depth

Are the precious wonders

That we call our

Beloved friends.

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