Is Love… a Christian poem

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IS LOVE

I have something to live for when I die.

I have faith, hope, and love while I am alive.

For in the tomorrow, not so far away,

Perhaps, built from dreams of my yesterday.

Filled with desires that beat in my chest.

A promise is made… always, do my best.

Unlike the demons who fight for control,

Who seek to subvert the heart from the soul.

Those eyes of unseeing who never find light.

Can I be the beacon they see burning bright?

Lofty the task at hand do we face,

Consider the lesser who fall in this race.

No longer in haste, as we make our way.

Stop!  Lend a hand; bow your head with him, pray.

Lift up the ones who we oft don’t see.

The downtrodden, oppressed, persecuted, in need.

Lest we not forget the commandments from above.

Of these, remember, most important is love.

 

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Arduous Falter…a poem of truth

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ARDUOUS FALTER

The eloquence of a dusty man as seen through the eyes of a child.

“Why does he sleep on the bench there, mom?  Why doesn’t he live in a house?”

And mom, she struggles to find a way to answer the quizzical girl.

Guilt-ridden, she tries to hide her face in the face of what’s near and real.

 

“Baby girl,” she begins but loses her way realizing the words aren’t there.

Like a seizure within her very core, she gets caught up in the stare.

A stare from the eyes of a beautiful child with a simple interrogation for truth.

Is this her true station to turn away with her hand in the hand of the youth?

 

The arduous falter, the folly, the trap that we as a people have been plagued.

So easily do we turn our heads, our hearts, and walk away.

“For it is the one who is least among you all…” as written in the book of Luke.

To the reflection seen in the mirror is born the one who we should rebuke.

Strange Romance… a poem

 

A STRANGE ROMANCE

I saw a plastic grocery bag spinning around and around.

Sometimes in the air, sometimes on the ground.

I watched in fascination when the object took to flight.

Like a butterfly lost in the breeze, no control, its plight.

Pirouetting higher, and higher, and higher still,

Then plunging, down upon the earth, broken in its will.

From nowhere, thereupon the scene, a leaf joins in the fray.

Pas De Deux, the two aspire again and together fly away.

Alas, above and out of sight, somewhere these strangers dance.

Upon a wind of change, I saw, the strangest of romance.

 

Reign Down Heaven’s Love… a song

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How do you feel

At the end of the day

Do you ever notice me

When I’m walking your way

And who do you turn to

In the middle of the night

If you ever turned to me

I know this world would be alright…

 

Heaven has a plan for us

A plan for me and you

I fall onto my knees at night

And lift a prayer or two

Dear Lord won’t you grant me now

A life of peace and love

Specifically, I ask for you

Oh, reign down Heaven’s love

 

Maybe it’s a fairy tale

That I keep telling me

In it you’re my princess bride

And I the prince for thee

Upon a white horse galloping

We ride the sunset road

Until at last upon the hill

Into our precious home

 

Yes, Heaven has a plan for us

A plan for me and you

I fall onto my knees at night

And lift a prayer or two

Dear Lord won’t you grant me now

A life of peace and love

Specifically, I ask for you

Oh, reign down Heaven’s love

 

Now watching how our babies play

I turn and look at you

In all these years, no nothing’s changed

Maybe a hair or two

But in my heart, I feel the same way

That I always have

This prince and princess fairy tale

Became a mom and dad

 

Oh, Heaven had a plan for us

A plan for me and you

I fell onto my knees at night

To lift a prayer or two

Dear Lord won’t you grant me now

A life of peace and love

Specifically, I ask for you

Specifically, I ask for you

Specifically, I ask for you

God reigned down Heaven’s love

I Am Crow… a poem

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I AM CROW

I sit high above on my perch keeping visage of all in my purview.

At any time, I may lurch, catching hold of a favor, my virtue.

What will I spy that may catch my eye?

Perhaps there’s a prize with that passerby.

To all who contribute, I thank you.

No, never enough for all this stuff for which my collection doth grow.

I keep building on and on and on the treasure’s, that I’ve come to know.

As my feathers catch the sweet, sweet air,

I lift my wings without a care.

Having seen all there is I steal, it’s my biz, for everyone knows I am Crow!