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.
The enemy will tell you lies;
Don’t be surprised.
Says you’re no good —
You ought, you should
Give up and never try again.
He worms and wiggles,
He really squiggles
Into your mind —
He gets inside.
Will twist and turn,
Pervert and squirm,
Ooze into you,
But you must choose.
Rebuke the lie —
Yes, you must try.
Receive the grace
And win the race.
Wounded is this world
By sin and strife.
Unhappy people,
Unhappy lives.
Dissatisfied and —
At an unpeace.
Looking for something;
Needing release.
Compassion is needed —
Understanding, love.
God’s intervention,
Grace from above.
Love to your neighbor,
Give compliments.
Brotherly friendship,
It only makes sense.
Build up; don’t tear down.
Encourage; not bully.
Don’t take it personally;
Grudges are silly.
Now, if only I can
Take this advice,
I’ll be one person
Making things right.
Blest are the broken,
Shattered and torn,
Those who are weeping,
Those who now mourn.
In our deep sorrow
God is so near.
He walks beside us —
We need not fear.
From broken pieces
He now creates
Mosaic of His beauty —
Majesty great.
Be not ashamed now
Of broken heart.
Know that He loves you
And make a new start.
What is the beauty in a flower?
What draws me to its fragrant bliss?
All I can think, and only this —
It praises Father every hour.
Why do the mountains call to me?
Why so majestic, bold, and grand?
They often tell me of His plan,
His might and power, His purpose grand.
Why does the ocean call to me?
Why crashing waves do beckon still?
Only because my Savior’s voice
Is hidden in their mighty power.
Why do I till and dig the earth?
Now planting seeds that will give birth?
Because the seed that once seemed dead
Will bring new life upon the earth.
Now every day He speaks to me
In seed and flower, in meadows bright.
Though blind and deaf I tend to be
His light and love will make me right.
Rush of the rain,
In waves and showers.
Thirsty the earth,
Now will come flowers.
Like Holy Spirit
Comes the rain.
Watering soul
And life again.
Dry was the earth
And hard as iron.
Dead was my soul
‘Til caught on fire.
Spirit of God
Will now break forth.
Like little seedling,
Life brings hope.
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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