Category: Poetry

On Fire!

On Fire

Burning cross
On a hill
Your voice 
Rings out
To tell us still

Of a Savior’s heart
So full of passion
And fire
Never will Christ stop
Or ever tire

Of pouring His love
Upon this earth
To light His
Glorious fire
Within His church

So his family 
May lead
Darkened hearts
To see
Their Savior
On a burning cross
Seeking to save
All & every of 
The eternally lost.

Solitude

Solitude

Solitude,
Oh, may I ever
Rue
The day I choose
To leave
You 

But don’t worry
In my own time
I will decide
To rejoin
My own kind
In their world
Above

That land of man’s 
Lights & sounds
But for now
I’ll be here
With only You
On this quieter ground

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Stumps of Glory

KODAK Digital Still Camera
KODAK Digital Still Camera
KODAK Digital Still Camera
Stumps of Glory

Stumps of Glory
On display
All of what you might say
Oh, what stories
& of history
You must have seen

Rising still proud
Among the leafy crowd
You stand out
Your voice still
Clear & loud
Of longevity,
Paternity

Firmly still there
Younger ones 
May stare
But will not dare
To root you out
Your core essences
Still deep in a 
Blackened soil

So, take pride
In this your life 
I may pass & stare
As your beauty
Fills the blue airs
Above my head
To watch you 
Once again declare
The eternal, ancient
Triumphs of
All Nature’s Glories!

I got a chance to get on our river's greenway this morning. Hope you enjoy the photos & poem. Have a blessed day & Praise God!

Stuff

Stuff
Plastic, metal, glass
Concrete poured
On a valuable earth
Struggling to survive.

Fast cars, faster planes,
Light-speed computers,
Stuff 
Up to our necks.

Or maybe
Up to our hearts,
Lusting, lusting
More, more, more

We’re told we need
NEED
Stuff, stuff, stuff
To survive.

Garbage piles heaped,
All our stuff
Discarded, thrown away,
Destroyed forever                                            
So we can have                                                 
More Stuff.                                                       
                                                                         
Physical we are for
Now
But more spirit 
For the later

Stuff, stuff, stuff
Helps not with
The later of a
Different place

Another world which
does not care endlessly
about all our 
Stuff