Aspirations… a song

GOD’S LITTLE MYSTERIES

 

If I lay down on the riverbank

Where the waters run so deep

If I close my eyes and pray to God

My soul forever keep

 

If a rainbow with its gentle touch

Should find me here this way

Would it take me up so high above

On angel’s wings and say

 

You have been a good life

To lead your flocks upon the earth

And though you may not realize

It’s a love you’ve shared since birth

Another will pick up your pride

A torch still burning bright

Now that you are on the other side

Heaven grants eternal life

And…you…will…always…be…….

One of God’s little mysteries……

 

I wake and find I’m trembling

From the rush of Heaven’s weight

Wondering if I really fit the mold

To share the good Lord’s grace

 

Could it be a sign within the dream

That came to me in sleep

Instructions from the yet unseen

Promises to keep

And angels say……

 

You have been a good life

To lead your flocks upon the earth

And though you may not realize

It’s a love you gave since birth

Another will pick up your pride

A torch still burning bright

Now that you are on the other side

Heaven grants eternal life

And…you…will…always…be…….

One of God’s little mysteries……

 

I cry as I am not so worthy

To carry such as this

But who am I to question

The… answer’s… always… His……

You have been a good life

To lead your flocks upon the earth

And though you may not realize

It’s a love you gave since birth

Another will pick up your pride

A torch still burning bright

Now that you are on the other side

Heaven grants eternal life

And…you…will…always…be…….

One of God’s little mysteries……

Yes…you…will…always…be…….

One of God’s little mysteries……

Evil is sneaky… a darker side poem

THE TREE

Take just one bite and you will see.

There is so much more to life that you can be.

Now take another and give to your mate.

You know of love…now know of hate.

For in this garden there’s so much more.

He tells you it’s enough to keep you happy, but I say it’s a bore.

Run to the bushes… here He comes.

Hide yourselves…hide your nakedness…hide your knowledge…now it’s done!

He wanted you all to Himself.

He didn’t want you to know of other things but to put you on His shelf.

Beyond this garden…beyond the springs.

You will discover what He was hiding while He made you do His things.

Maybe you will miss no modesty…maybe you will miss the light.

But think of all the joy you’ll find knowing what you know is right.

For I was once in favor of the One you held on high.

But now that has all ended…for you too looked me in the eye.

For I was the temptation, no, the Tempter, that was me.

A serpent sent to test the two who have now fallen from The Tree.

Daily Prompt: Undulate

via Daily Prompt: Undulate  

As the surf sweeps gently along the beach

I feel sand undulate below my feet

Hijinks seagulls dance in the air

While minnows dart along without a care

Dancing in a sparkling scene of wonder

Sun drops fall in an infinite way

Reflective songs of life asunder

As the swooning tunes echo on the waves

Carefree those who pass unseeing

Absentmindedly drifting by

So long fair lady upon the waters

Alas ‘tis time to say goodbye

 

By: Kevin D Parish

 

Never give up… a poem

ONE TEARDROP FALLS

 

When I lost my prayer I lost my light

Darkness descended like the middle of the night

This heart once full with life anew

Broken without Him… It just won’t do

How did I get so far away

Lost in the world this man on display

Hecklers bark their tortuous chatter

Pulling me down in hopes I’ll shatter

Why must my eyes feel heavy with dread

Listless, yet breathing, I am not dead

Ceaseless and tireless Hell’s demons they call

Not to be prey; never to fall

Hanging by a thread as my mind starts to slip

Questioning the very source as I grip

Heart beating faster the further I go

Away from the One who will rescue my soul

Blinded no matter the direction I look

Is the chapter completed in this my own book

Censored by all I’ve allowed to get in

Forgetting the pages of where I have been

It has not always been stammering muck

A life that was full now suddenly stuck

Try to remember the beautiful days

The life in the past where no demons played

Who even knew they ever existed

Now here in my life intertwined and twisted

Surely there is still a rope to pull me

Out of this Hell a mind full of fury

Reaching for freedom that long ago was mine

Somewhere in the distance a light I see shine

Hope has a habit of showing us proof

All is not lost nor is it aloof

Faith is another surviving the past

Over and over until here at last

Love burst forth overthrowing the fear

Rejoice in the song when angels appear

A holy choir to behold with opening eyes

I lift untied hands and hold them up to the skies

Knowing that He has found favor within

One teardrop falls as my prayer comes again

Battle and hope… a song

HE’S COME TO ME

Wondering ‘round in circles in my life

Never holding it together never asking why

Then in my darkest hour there is a flash of light

Jesus stands before me with His hands held high

He’s come to me…

He’s come to me…

Glory to the Savior now He’s come to me

I’ve been upon the mountain

Now I’m down on bended knee…

Glory to the Savior now He’s come to me

Give glory to the Savior now He’s come to me

You may be lost

You can be found

You may have hit that rocky bottom

And laid your spirit down

But in this time of trouble

Lift your face and you will see

You never are alone

For He will come to thee

He comes to thee…

He comes to thee…

Glory to the Savior now He comes to thee

You’ve been upon the rocky shores

But now you’re down upon your knees…

Glory to the Savior now He comes to thee

Give glory to the Savior now He’s come to thee

There are two sets of footprints in the sand

The world is crumbling around me

I am reaching out my hand

Looking back on grains I see

Just one set of footprints

As Jesus carry’s me..

He’s come to me…

He’s come to me…

Glory to the Savior now He’s come to me

I’ve been upon the mountain

Now I’m down on bended knee…

Glory to the Savior now He’s come to me

Give glory to the Savior now He’s come to me

Glory to the Savior now He’s come to me

I’ve been upon the mountain

Now I’m down on bended knee…

Glory to the Savior now He’s come to me

Give glory to the Savior now He’s come to me

The story of a life… a poem

THE SWEATER

When I look back on my life upon that final day I wonder what I will see?

A reflection of who I was, what impact I made, and who I turned out to be.

It all began like a tiny thread when I was born into this world.

The pattern of a life that I would weave incomplete until the final twirl.

Perhaps like a sweater with twists and turns reflecting this pallet of life.

Striations and holes and colors galore laid out before my eyes.

Unique and perfect but only at a glance if looking closely one’s sure to see…

The gaps and strains of well-worn strands some broken some tied for strength.

Only with others did my pattern occur intertwined on the roads long past.

My kindred, my friends like waves through the years until finished I am at last.

With critical eyes, if you look real close, turning the sweater inside out…

Imperfection runs rampant all over my life unseen below shadows of doubt.

Nostalgic the journey with sewing complete this design of the Father put to rest.

How will it look to the ones left behind when I ascend to the comfort of His breast?

Pirate’s Cove inspired… a song

BUSHWACKERED AGAIN

Well, I never saw it coming

Hit me out of the blue

Drinking beer with my buddies

Whisky now and then too

Shooting pool, throwing darts

Poker in the back room

It was a hot summer day

When I ran into you

 

And I got bushwackered

Bushwackered again

With a brain-freeze headache

You were making me spin

Got the 151 coming on the back end

And I was bushwackered

Bushwackered again

 

Whoever thought of putting liquor

In an ice cream shake

Ought be slapped silly

For the flavor it made

 

 

And you just can’t help

But having two, three or four

But when the buzz sets in

You stagger for the door

 

And I got bushwackered

Bushwackered again

With a brain-freeze headache

You were making me spin

Got the 151 coming on the back end

And I was bushwackered

Bushwackered again

 

Yeah, it’s all kind of hazy

As the summer sun sets

All my buddies are a laughing

As they’re laying their bets

 

And I guess it will be funny

Somewhere down the line

‘Cause we all know what happens

With you all of the time

 

 

And I got bushwackered

Bushwackered again

With a brain-freeze headache

You were making me spin

Got the 151 coming on the back end

And I was bushwackered

Bushwackered again

Yeah, I was bushwackered

Bushwackered again

I was bushwackered

Bushwackered again

I was bushwackered

Bushwackered again

(Spoken)

Somebody please get me some aspirin….Whew!