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.
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.
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.
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.
Jesus, help me love You,
Help me live for You each day,
Put my life into Your hands,
With faith keep fear away.
Help me see the beauty
You made for me each day.
Recognize Your glory
In things that come my way.
See You in each moment,
In the clouds and sun.
See You in disguises
That all around me come.
See Your plan so awesome,
In joy and sadness praise.
See you both in drudg’ry
And pleasant things each day.
Put my trust completely
In Your plan so great.
Let me tell Your story
So all can contemplate.
Love’s not so much about …
How good things feel,
Romantic fantasies,
The wildest ecstasies.
Love’s when I give to you;
And you give to me.
When I serve you,
And you serve me.
When I forgive,
And you forgive me;
And sometimes all above
Might not be simultaneously.
Love is when
We talk it out,
Shout it out,
Cast about —
Find a way
To understand,
For you and I,
God’s wondrous plan.
Love is not
The glitzy clothes,
The plastic-surgery nose,
The fishnet pantyhose,
The painted lips,
The swivelly hips,
And lacy slips.
Though those might have their place sometimes,
And not always to be condemned,
The love that’s everlasting, true,
Looks in the soul and finds a friend —
Another soul with which to view
The world — both hand in hand
Until life’s destined end.
— September 29, 2013
Swift Runner met Delicate Flower,
And under the silver moon,
He asked for her hand in marriage.
Their canoe flew swiftly
Over the waters,
Gliding smoothly, like oil
On the glass-still lake.
The storm came unexpectedly,
And when it was over,
He could not find
His beloved Flower.
She comes to him in dreams
On soft summer nights,
Gliding on the perfume
Of mock-orange flowers.
— April 22, 2012
[Written while watching the movie “Waste Land”, about people who pick through garbage to get recyclable materials, in Rio de Janeiro]
You are loved
in Jesus’ name.
It’s not your riches,
nor any fame.
Not what you did,
or didn’t do,
What things you own,
or your great school.
It’s not how many
friends you have —
No boyfriend, girlfriend?
don’t be sad.
Lift up your head,
Because you’re loved.
Light in the darkness,
Peace in the storm;
In wretched stable
Our Savior was born.
Forgiveness for sinners,
Hope for the lost;
Hatred now broken —
At unmeasured cost.
Love brought to sinners,
The ugly made whole;
To broken and battered
He shows heaven’s door.
Friend to the unlovely,
The lost and forlorn —
Caught now in sin’s prison,
The fetters are torn.
Come, all you people;
Sing now His praise.
The One who will save us
Is Jesus by name.
The Lord loves the unlovely,
And sinners He will bring to grace.
How dimly do we see,
With clouded eyes,
His purpose great.
His plan, His picture,
His canvas broad and wide,
His tapestry of colors,
Our fears do now belie.
While we are being molded,
Often unaware,
He paints His colors lovely —
Take heart; do not despair.
Tenderly He fashions
Exquisite work of art.
To soul, though torn and shattered,
His healing will impart.
Oh, drink the healing waters;
Oh, come and do partake.
Let all His love enfold you,
And fear do now forsake.
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