For Future Famous Poets

Remember the time
When the world was so large
But we could go anywhere
In our own backyard

Remember those days
When 13 was "old"
And a dollar or two
Was better than gold

Remember back when
The awesomest thing
Was to climb up a slide
Or jump off a swing

Remember when you
Felt afraid of a storm
And you crawled next to Dad
To feel safe and warm

Remember again
When the days went by slow
You never could wait
For that new tooth to show

Remember when Christmas
Was always so fun
And that excited feeling
Would rise like the sun

Remember the times
We called Jesus a friend
So many things change
But some never end.

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Lord show us our weaknesses,
Show us Your strength,
Show us Your mercy,
Help us have faith.

Lord give us Your love,
Give us your peace,
Give us forgiveness,
Let us be released

From the bondage of sin,
From all selfish deeds,
From impure angry thoughts,
And from what we call "needs"

In Memory Of
Whispers of the past
Flood the eyes and ears
And visions like a blast
Announce the time of year

Forgotten dreams again
Dredging up the years
Through night and day they lend
The living borrowed tears

Perhaps its sorrows way
To cleanse the soul again
Of doubts that may sway
The heart that needs to mend

A Simple Prayer

I walk with you Lord in blind faith
Knowing your hands reach out to me
Fervently I pray on bended Knee
For patience to get me through the day
Forgive my doubts and restlessness
Help to guide my forever soul
Keep me safe during times of stress
With every prayer I am made whole

A Litany Of Thanks

For many blessings large and small
For love that lasted through the years
And for all the friendships I recalled
That carried me through many tears
For patience that was hard to find
And hope that was sometimes fleeting
For endurance that was not far behind
That I welcomed with an ardent greeting

Memories:A Precious Gem (Haiku Chain)

Refined,and polished
Reflecting the light of day
Memories are precious

A rare collection
Never lost or hidden
Forever ours

With many facets
To be shared with loved ones
A living tribute


Change (Haiku Chain)

Uncertain days
Challenging the strongest hearts
We climb a mountain

Stepping upwards
Approaching the highest peak
A magnificient view

Vision is panoramic
Eyeing the valley below
Part of our journey

This is a poem I wrote called Beach Boldness:

The beach is miles of sand,
The sand between your toes and hand,
The ocean crashes on the shore,
With foam turning and twisting,
Shells of all sorts. Colorful umbrellas,
And chairs lined close to the water,
Boats sailing out in the open,
Beaches bond with the bodies,
Bathing n the big blue.
Can you hear the waves crash?
The ocean in a shell? The seagulls
flying sky high? Listen closely,
to how Bold the beach is.
How far a body will walk with a
big bag for shells, is farther
Than you can Imagine.

"erosion/expiation: a sailor's prayer"

Your whispers carve canyons
in the stone of hardened hearts
making channels
for the rivers of renewal
the clear blue water of truth
roiling
forms white caps of transgression
and rushes towards the basin of redemption
You are a gulf of expiation
a sea of transformation
and we are paper boats
afloat atop the fathomless brine of Your love
You calm the storms we precipitate
and settle the waves we leave in our wake
our hearts are broken compasses
that struggle to point North
and our lives are tattered maps
whose faded cartographies
form silhouettes of Your face

Lord, hear a sailor’s prayer,
lost and far from shore,
and take hold of the anchor of his faith
as he casts it overboard

Sermon From the Cross


Christ ascended upon the Cross

To give his final sermon,

The seat from which He would now pass judgment

On a world which hated him,

For he gave evidence thereof,

That its ways are evil.

But he passed no sentence,

for what sentence could be passed on those

who have already dwell in the Hell their own sin created?



From the Cross, and with Cross as irrefutable proof, he testified against

The Queen of this World, whose name is Vanity

The Ruler of this World, whose name is Satan,

The misery of this world, whose name is Legion,

And the malice of this world, whose name is Man.



“And even when I leave this Cross

And my spirit returns to the peace whence it came,” said Christ,

“Every suffering heart, and yea, even the rocks themselves,

will continue to proclaim this Truth,

which frees whosoever understands it.

For the soul is imprisoned,

Only when it falls in love with its chains,

And these chains, which I cast aside this day, are but dust, illusion and folly.

He who places not his hope in earthly things,

Is thereby also without fear of any earthly thing.

As for me, I fear not that which can kill the body,

For this world is nothing to me,

And all the nations less than nothing and emptiness.

This mortal death has power over only those

Who would cling to this fleeting life.

But whoever hates his life in this world,

That person will surely inherit eternal life.”



And the Spirit of Christ, speaking from the Cross, continued:

“I am come to open the eyes of the blind,

To free those held captive,

And to liberate them which live in the present darkness, from this their dungeon.



“Therefore, that you too may be undeceived

And see things as they really are,

That you may see as dust that which is dust,

And as ashes that which is ashes,

And as deceitful shadows, that which are deceitful shadows,

I will grant unto each of you, my brothers and sisters, a Cross.

To some I will grant the crown of martyrdom, to others the riches of poverty, to others the good counsel of illness-

But to the many their Cross will be simply this-

the one thousand daily struggles, frustrations, desires, privations, pains,

betrayals, injustices, lusts, failures and heartaches,

to which all flesh is natural heir.

And when your soul has learnt in full the lesson of your Cross,

that all things indeed are vanity,

The Heavenly Father will surely deliver you from this World, the power of the Evil One,

as even today He delivers me,

Then you will be, like me, in emptiness, free.”

Mystery

What are the secrets of darkness?
Will anyone ever know?
What happens behind
A veil so black
Where no light dares to glow?

What is the color of silence?
Is it silver or turqoise or white?
When you listen close
And quiet the noise
Do the stars shine brighter at night?

What is the shape of a soul?
Could it be a circle or square?
Does it have any form,
This life inside,
Or is it simply a breath of air?

What are the secrets of darkness?
I guess we'll never know
The color of silence,
The shape of a soul,
But it's mystery that makes us grow