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Voices crying out

From every street corner

Vying for attention

Willing to grab, garner

In any way, your eyes

Which leads to

The heart

The inner you, do not

Let the world

Of you have

That part

These voices,

Indiscriminately cry out

Led by the great deceiver

Ceaselessly they shout

From

TV, magazines, airwaves

The Internet

The world in chaos

Do not give in, let

Them have your

Thoughts

Deluded by the greatest

Destroyer of all life

Father of all lies,

Murderer

Do not give them or him

your time

The World & its Media

Walk with blinders

Put on by one more

Clever than man

This Satan,

Do not let him have

Your hand

Do not be led

By his cruel heart

Instead give

Christ

That precious part

Of you

Which shall never die

Your spirit,

Created to be

Like the light

Meant to live in, see

God’s eternal glory!

Praise God!!!

City of New Hope

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City of New Hope

Celestial spires

Rise high

As angel choirs

Sound, rejoice

Holy saints walk,

Rub elbows

Side by side

In a city so rare

Where golden is the air

Encircling every face

Settling, leaving a trace

Of its shining glory

Walls there

Sheer, translucent

Rainbowed in ever

Changing colors

Saints live, worship

In joy with each other

The nearness, life of

Their God

Filling every crevice

Perfection’s glory

Fulfilling every wish

Throne room of

Grace

Three working as one

Joy lifts each face

To see their God

Forever

My human words

Are inadequate to say

Express the glory

Of even just one day

Within this place

Where perfection holds

Its complete sway

The world’s divine God

Lives here

Abolishes every care

Hungry, yearning

For you to dare

To aim for such a place

Reach higher

While you still have the time

He sits enthroned,

Waiting

For you to reach for

Him & His home transcendent,

This Heaven’s light sublime!

Leaf’s Lace

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Leaf’s Lace

Leaf’s lace

In water

Frozen for all time

Your clear crystal glory

Only brings to mind

A forest’s giant

Rough bark glazed

Painted in winter’s whites

Glistening, waiting

In a cooler’s sun’s light

I walk through

Boots all full of snow

Enjoying the dripping silence

Of this cold day’s glow

Nature waiting

All quiet, sleeping for now

As it comes in unannounced

Spring’s breath blows gently

Stirring to arouse

Lost & Found

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Lost & Found

The Lost, afloat

No anchor for

Their boat

Drifting

In the dark

Searching, searching

Only a small light

Gives any sight

Within the heart

Only an empty

Darkened sea

Carries the small boat

Without hope

For land’s safety

But, oh, the found

Never do they run aground

In trouble

Son’s light shines

To light their skies

Eternally overhead

Guided in Hope,

Love, Faith

They enter celestial gates

In Triumph!

Paradise beckons

Perfect Father awaits

Take the next steps

To make sure you sail

your boat through

God’s Golden, Celestial Gates!!

Rainbows, At Last!

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Rainbows

Rainbows, bright

This light, enwreathed

Around your head,

So thick,

upon your face

Sometimes only with

Difficulty can I trace

The smile of your lips

This great gift

You give

This life,

Our existence,

The breathing

In and out

Of You

A Spirit so ancient

So Holy

Wishes to dwell

Within your heart

This explosion

Of joy!

Giving to each &

all a complete, Fresh Start

to Life

Receive Him in

let Him retell your story

Do not reject

God’s living, eternal Glory!

At Last!

Swept up

As You pass

In a love

That will last

Beyond the

Moon’s light

Orphaned,

Cold, alone

In darkness I sat

Then You smiled

On a lost child

Found at last

Taken into

Your forever home

Where only

Eternal love is shown,

Radiating

Off your face

I run, in haste

Why do not all people

Literally chase

After You?

For the answer

To this

I have not the slightest

Clue

Why all men do not

Literally stumble,

Tumble over each other

To reach the bottom

Of your throne

Nowhere

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Nowhere

There is no place

That I can go

You do not show

Yourself

My Creator, Lord

and Master

There is no task for

Which You are not ready

With You all things

Are possible

Within the Crucible

Of Your Will

Going to the other

Side of the globe

Still You mightily show

Your face

Even up onto the moon’s

Surface and light

Still I cannot lose sight

Of Your power and Your might

Enthralled, I watch each,

Your acts of mercy, feats

of beauty, intelligence, grace

For not one single heart’s beat

exists outside Your Love!

Nobodies

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Nobodies

Christ,

Hanging on that cross

Did you know my name

Did you see from there

This my sometimes

lonely way?

Born alone

Into a freezing cold

I took my first breath

Orphans too have souls

Tossed about

In waves

Beyond my control

Landed at last

upon a very rocky shoal

bent but not

completely destroyed

created in, by the light

not just for an evil’s toy

I sat alone, waiting

existing within your might

A nobody,

One of the Least

of the least of

The Least

Rejected in a

World’s insanity

Why do we not love

These Our own,

Parts of ourselves

I too belonged here also

Yet as

You hung upon that cross

You turned your face

Upon my future

Offered me your grace

Yay, I’m saved!

Trumpets

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Trumpets

Trumpets on a vine
Orange glory within green
Along a wooden fence line
Meant for all to see

Miniatures to be sure
In silence they are strung
Muted, without a cure
Simply for my eye’s joy
Have they all been hung

Imbued with intense color
Meant to capture our attention
Will we stop to hear their message
& its silent reminder not to shun?

Of a day in history’s future
Of a Lord returning in glory
Before He arrives to meet us
A trumpet’s loud call will sound
His story

Of majesty, purity, love
And judgement
All will bow, bend the knee
Every eye at last to see
This, His truest face of grace

I wonder,
Will these smaller trumpets
Be allowed at last to join
Their larger brother’s voice
To herald a new world
As all nature sings to rejoice

Medieval Forest

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Medieval Forest

Medieval forest
Formed from trees
Of old
Stories of
Ancient ancestors
Without one
Word told

Silent remnants
Of a quieter world
Watchers of events
Man, animals
Passing through
Still your green
Canopies you unfurl

for us to enjoy
In a faster paced world
We need your reflective
Faces
To remind us of the
graces
Still to be had from
The quiet stillnesses
within
A medieval forest.

Queen Anne’s Lace

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Queen Anne’s Lace

Queen Anne’s Lace,
Your demure beauty
always knows its place
along a roadside or in
a green grass-tufted field
if I pinched a slender stalk
would I hear you squeal?

You, very proper and so prim
I think I would never hear
From the pinchings of one stem
A solitary sound to clear
those silent, snowy lips

Regal, austere,
Elegant long limbs
Waving through the breeze
White-crested heads
Do acquiesce to bend
Your rarest esteem

Of this fair day
Sun clears all clouds away
Azure blue above
You below in your
gentle exquisiteness
I will never cease to love!!