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Sad

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Sad

Love
Complete, perfect
Unblemished
Flies
Cavorts from
Above,
Heaven’s skies

Never absent
Always present
Waits, begs, cajoles
Bends to beg
Holds out hands
Waiting
For the return of
Man

Adoring
Always imploring
Return to Me!
Yet in darkness
Or ignorance
Ignoring the plea
Refusing to see

We reject
Turn the back
Upon the only true
Beauty
A universe has
To offer
Driving the nail
Into our own
Coffins

A few will
Come
Some will see
Bend the knee
Rejoice
At the voice
That leads
Them home

So do not
Miss
Refuse the
Kiss that
Awaits at the
End of this
Life
So full of strife

Accept the gift
Let it lift
You above this
Darkness below
He wants you
To come
To know
All the beauty he holds

Paradise, waiting
Take the pure
Unsurpassed Joy
Ecstasy, bliss
Make the choice
Follow Christ
Be glad
Maybe leave this
World a
Little less Sad.

Ripples

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Ripples

Ripples, moving
Silently across
Water’s silken surface
Started from one
Center
Caused when an
Unknown dares
To enter
Its undisturbed peace

In water, it
May be
Fishes bobbing for
Food
Small leaves released
Letting go of life
Or a sudden startling
Boom
Of a hard object

Energies of life
Never static
Always changing
Shifting, provoking
Not always bad or
Good
If given a choice
Be careful what you
should
Allow into your
Undisturbed peace

 

Just A Weed!

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Only A Weed

Only a weed
I understand
But still you rise
To take your stand
Against
The Encroachments
of man

We struggle,
We toil
Working every
Square inch of soil
To conquer the earth
Yet we still fail
To stop your birth

Your green head
And limbs
Small at first
But mighty
Sway and bend
Pushing at all angles
On concrete & rock

Tousled and tangled
They rise
Looking for sky
Seeking the air
As all living things
Too come to care
For their new life

Your stance
Crows a victory:
Though I am just a weed
There is a me
In my living green
Rising in this New
Existence you may now
Most gloriously see!

This may be a strange or trivial subject to write a poem about, but I couldn’t resist. Walking on our new greenway, they had done everything to keep out the weeds, but still they popped through. Just another thing that proves man does not completely control the earth as strongly as the power of God’s green nature.

 

Why Would You Not?

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Why Would You Not?

Why would you not
Comes within my thoughts
Utopia is usually
What is sought
By most people

Even if unaware
Within themselves
Is it not the place
wherein we would all
Desire to dwell?

Perfect love, joy, peace
No more pain,
Death, stress,
Constant struggle,
Does Live within our reach

Keys to such a
Place divine,
that land
Are always present
for our taking
In an outstretched
Hand

A Holy Creator
Reaches down
From above
Needing nothing of us
Bending only thru
& in His love

Offering us Himself
Perfection’s Beauty,
Love, Glory, Light
Power beyond measure
Reaching out in
All His Might

Desiring once again to
Father His children’s
Journey
Yearning to turn
Our story
Toward His light

Fathering all, each
And every one
Will not leave out
The smallest, weakest
Daughter or son

So, reach out, take
the offered hand
Join in His journey
Never, ever for this
Will you once receive
a reprimand

Lovely face
Full of grace
unendingly
Flawless Father
May we gather
Beneath your wings

So, why would you not
Want to receive
all this God offers
In His eternal reprieve
From the mire & struggles
Upon this dusty earth

Reflections

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Reflections

Ancient trees
Stand
Soaking their toes
At the water’s edge
Below
Or knee-deep
Within its depths
which seep
through bark’s
roughened skin

Mirror images
Of plants and earth
Above
Reflections traced
onto a watery world
fitting as a hand
into a glove

Solid browns and green
earthy fingers
Projecting over head
& into the silken surface below
Which ripples and flows
echoing azure skies
And sunlight’s golden glows

God,
If you were to lean
close down enough
As I hold my camera
Tightly within my grip
In liquid’s reflections
Might I be able to trace
The beauty within
The curve of your lip
Upon your face?