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Glory-Day Girl

Blackberries bursting
On briarly bushes.
The sun beams so bright,
Her eyelids it pushes.

The bees they are buzzing,
The butterflies bright,
The flowers are splashing —
A glorious sight.

Picturesque painting,
The colors of nature.
She laughs and she dances;
The glory-day makes her.

A song she is singing,
Her soul it takes flight.
When sunshine is happy,
She laughs in delight.

Did You Ever?

Did you ever prod a sea anemone?
Well, that’s me.
If you come too close,
I scrunch inside;
I hide.

Did you ever touch a little snail?
That’s sometimes me.
At slightest touch,
I scrunch inside;
I hide.

Did you ever see a flower in early morn?
Sometimes that’s me.
I open wide
To the morning sun.
I’m having fun.

Did you ever hear a songbird sing?
That could be me.
I tell the world
Of all my gladness,
My springtime madness.

Did you ever feel the softest breeze?
That can be me.
I’m whispering
My love to you
And friendship true.

Let Not Dreams Die

When dreams are dead
Men lose their heart,
And, like dead men,
They fall apart.

Inside, unseen,
Their souls like stone,
Bear calloused wounds,
Exist forlorn.

Let not dreams die —
Still deep inside,
Quench not the fire
Of hope alive.

Let Love somehow
Heal deepest wounds.
Let Jesus’ love
Break open tombs!

Then shout, and sing,
Our voices raise!
Hosannahs bring
In humble praise!

Sing Anyway

Many tears I’ve often cried,
Some sorrows lived and more just seen.
Heard of many tragedies —
Heartbreaks, pain and misery.

But never mind,
I still must sing
‘Cause otherwise the pain would crush,
And anyway I have a King
Who has a deeply healing touch.

Illness, sickness, death and doom,
Madness, jealousies and gloom,
Accidents not meant to be;
Misunderstandings — let them be.

But anyway,
I still must sing,
‘Cause otherwise the load’s too great,
And anyway I have a King
Who in the end will sadness take.

Don’t even know the reason why
Such sorrow seems to seize my soul.
Another’s pain can often rend
My heart — and then —
It takes a while for it to mend.

And still,
I will keep on the song,
‘Cause otherwise I’d die of pain,
And anyway I have a King
Who in the end will vict’ry gain.

So sing with joy,
Let sorrow flee;
The King will have the victory.

October 21, 2012

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