Can’t keep the poems back,
The sing-song words,
They roll and turn
Inside my head.
They make me sane,
Help put a frame
‘Round jumbled thoughts
And pensive knots.
They make a fence,
Repel nonsense,
Build peaceful scenes
And help me dream.
The words are strong,
They build a bond.
They help express
Love’s fruitfulness.
(Isaiah 50:7, Luke 9:51)
Lord how can I be
As strong as You?
I don’t have a clue.
The Pharisee’s opinions
Didn’t affect your dominion —
You did what You had to do.
Will You help me be strong?
Keep on keeping on?
The road is so long.
Set my face like flint
And don’t look for hints
Of what others are thinking.
Feeling alone
And forlorn.
There’s nobody home.
Must keep on track,
Have you got my back?
Help me, Lord.
I know I’ll get through this,
With God I can do this,
But it takes so long.
You’re changing me daily;
I’m feeling so fraily.
My God is my strength.
That nasty stain
Crept ‘cross the table.
To keep it back
I was not able.
The courage, the strength
To put at arm’s length,
Is what I lacked.
It crept along,
With no resistance,
Threatening existence.
‘Til Spirit’s rain
Came back again,
And washed it away.
When anger festers,
When negativity soars,
Don’t you know it’s an open door?
To worms and snakes,
To thoughts that take
Over and make you squirm.
Don’t let that creeping thing
Take over.
Start over.
You don’t deserve,
You shouldn’t serve,
The god of criticism.
That day brought the snow;
It made me shiver.
It was cold as ice,
My first snow ever.
Why did I think
There would never be snow?
Life always pleasant —
What did I know?
Now all my dreams,
If they become frozen,
I’ll ever know that
In time they’ll be chosen.
Dreams do not die,
But for a time stilled.
One day resurrected,
By destiny filled.
Written while taking a walk in the neighborhood.
Just playing with the sounds of words —
Hope it might have some meaning for you … 🙂
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I fell into a dream and screamed.
I fell into a vat and laughed.
I flew around the sky and cried.
I prayed, and then my fears were stayed.
I broke into a song and longed
For peace within my troubled heart.
I wrote this poem with these words
To stop the threat of life absurd.
I felt the wind against my skin.
I felt the peace well up within.
I tried to give you all my heart —
At least, I made a running start.
I sang the song of always-love.
It flew in air, like peaceful dove.
The Spirit came down from above,
And told me what His secret was.
I fell into a new romance.
It made me jump about and dance.
Alas, ’twas just a thing of chance —
A fluke, a spark, a happenstance.
And now I see that nothing lasts,
Except the love born in my past.
The Love that brought me from the womb,
And will be there when I meet tomb.
Look beyond what eyes can see.
Look beyond the bounds of time.
Look forward to eternity —
What will be your destiny?
Gently He is calling you;
Gently calls you by your name.
Will you listen to His call?
Will you give Him all your all?
Inspired by my daughter and husband starting their walk on the Camino de Santiago
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Walk on the journey,
Don’t be afraid.
Take Jesus with you;
Yes, with you He’ll stay.
Take living water
And bread for your soul.
Let Him now feed you
And you’ll be made whole.
Life is a journey,
The road up and down.
Stay on His path now
And you’ll win a crown.
Don’t expect roses,
Or ease all the time.
Some things will happen
That cause you to frown.
But if you keep going,
In faith bear things out,
You’ll come to the finish —
“Halleluia”, you’ll shout.
Don’t give up — one more step now;
You’re nearly there.
Keep on His path now;
His joy you will share.
clarakatalin 
On the Wrong Side
(Reflections on D-Day and other conflicts)
What happens when
You’re on the wrong side,
Through no fault of your own? —
You didn’t ask to be born.
What happens when
You’re one black among whites
Or one white among blacks?
What happens when
Your skin’s another color,
Your religion is different,
Or you’re the former enemy?
Peace has been declared,
But it takes take time
For hatred not to flare.
I’m on the wrong side sometimes,
But I have to live.
Please give me a chance.
Don’t judge me by labels
And prejudiced fables.
Though some may be true,
I’m a person too.
And I, too, must learn
To open my heart,
To make a new start.
To open my mind,
To learn to be kind,
Though we might disagree —
We need to be free.
To see you as special
Would really be helpful.
To see your great worth —
It really can’t hurt.
To learn to forgive,
That’s how we must live.
(June 6, 2014 – 70th anniversary of D-Day, World War II)
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