Tag Archives: Poetry

Let Me Hear

 

Let me hear again your sweet voice

and the subtle sound of your gentle laughter.

Oh, to again see your smiling face would

fill my heart with awe and wonder.

And to once more take a quiet stroll

together along the old field road

while enjoying the quietness of the eve

as blows a soft summer breeze.

Oh, to also sit quietly by your side

while the day peacefully transforms to night.

Soaking in the warmth of your love

as tender moments silently slip by.

How I wish I would have known

that was the last time we would speak on the phone

Chatting away below that silent, watchful moon;

How I regret hanging up too soon.

The only comfort I now have is

a picture in my heart and soul

of you living a wondrous life

tending to the Lord’s beautiful garden

in the realms of God’s heavenly kingdom.

Happy Mother’s Day

to you, Mom,

living in glory and splendor of Heaven

ABC Poem: Spring

Arrival of fluttering and twittering birds

Blue jays, robins and flocks of Canadian geese.

Choir of joyful honks, tweets, and staccato chirps

Descending and floating on a gentle, warm breeze.

Ever minute leaflets and sporadic

Foliage of soft lemon green.

Grass blades sprout and appear;

Hope takes silent wing

Infiltering the warmer air.

Jagged tree limbs gently swish and sway in

Kindred orchestrated choreography.

Long slender branches in dancing display;

Moving, waving rhythmically.

New aromas permeate the wafting wind;

Over the fields and upon the meadows

Purple and white lilac blossoms

Quietly add their sweet-scented seasoning.

Red tulips; also, white, orange, pink and yellow

Softly paint the land in a colorful rainbow.

Tender green clover and dandelions sprout

Underneath the warm rays of a sunbeam.

Vivid blue, the sky illuminates its hue

While ushering in with joyful

Exultation this

Year’s new season of Spring;

Zippered between the start of summer and

Winter’s reluctant and blustery end.

Walk in Faith

 

Walk in the firmness of faith

And not in nagging doubt;

Walk in unwavering belief

That Jesus is Lord and King.

Walk in steadfast hope

Even while climbing a slippery slope

Of troubles and tribulations

Through this earthly life’s

Wilderness and desert lands.

Walk in trust and confidence

Knowing that all the Lord’s

Plans will ultimately prevail

And that his unfathomable

 Ocean of love will never fail.

His never-ending love which can

Reach the furthest star and

Touch the bottom of the deepest sea.

And fill all the voids of earth and space;

The boundaries of his love,

No one can perceive.

Walk in sheer delight

Of God’s revealing light;

A beacon leading us the way

To the road he has prepared today.

Yes, walk in faith never doubting

That God of heaven is holy and supreme.

And that his son, Jesus is indeed

 Lord, Savior and king

Who will reign for all

Eternity;

Walk in faith.

HE IS RISEN

 

Holy celebration on springtime morn:

Everlasting is Jesus, Our Savior and Lord!

In heaven now where he forever reigns:

Salvation he has brought; praise be his glorious name!!

Resurrected from the grip of death;

In hope he lives, ever victorious.

Son rises and shines on us early Easter morning:

Eternal life he is gladly giving.

Now and for all eternity,

He lives inside the hearts of all who believe.

Happy Easter

Somewhere in this Day

Somewhere in this day is an unhurried

moment in which to sit beneath God’s

unwavering gaze;

and be showered by his love with

droplets of his mercy and never-ending

grace.

Somewhere in this day, God sits

patently and waits for me to

draw closer to his gracious throne;

where I can sit in quiet fellowship

with him alone in a restful, silent place.

Somewhere in this day as I

meander and journey along,

I will hear him in the quiet birdsong

underneath the wintry sunshine’s

glowing display.

I then realize he is gently reminding me

that he is much nearer than I think.

And he will reveal himself again

somewhere in this day.

 

At First

At first, the sun ascended the winter sky.

the day then declared, banishing the dark;

the deep hours of persistent night.

At first, the new snow fallen sparkled

under the light of the shining sun

as if brilliant diamonds were

dispersed in the white frozen surface.

And soon a solitary hare and a squirrel

jumped and ran about on a

creation of ways that interweave

across the ice-crusted pale ground.

At first the oaks, the elm trees,

and the trees of maple,

removed bare of their clothes,

their perfumed autumn garments of resin,

stood resolute to guard this silent scene

where, in the end, there remains

a soft calmness across the ghostly drifts

of twinkled whiteness.

At first a search in the quiet mind:

the trip begins of the thoughtful one

where the heart leads the soul to a

place of relaxing peace.