A garden of poetry to impress and inspire. A bouquet from me and some of my favorite poets. Most of these poems are decidedly Christian. Some simply carry the fragrance of Christs' character. Be blessed!
If you love me Come fight for me. Win the battle for my heart. Break down walls To rescue me From my shame and loneliness. Speak to me with love. Romance me with words You’ve long since hidden in The dark places of your heart. Hold me in protective arms. Quiet my fears of being alone.
If you love me Let your heart, voice, and arms be open to me. Let me be the witness of your love and I will shout it out! I will make it known! I will surrender to you With trust, hope, and unceasing love.
What dream lies across this sea for me? A magnetic muse song Lures with hope and promise Across the deep and unknown. "Pursue me, find me, capture me!" She woos in soulful tones. Her insistent command intoxicates me With courage and determination, Demanding a response.
Where do I go in this vast ocean of roaring doubts That swallow the irresistible melody And threaten to devour the memory of why I travail to pursue this elusive infatuation. Failure to pursue, find and capture her Would be grievous to self and our Creator Whose plan it is for us to meet. She is mine to discover and Though many waves push me away I forge ahead in my quest Else she be silenced forever or Sold to another toward a different end.
What is this dream that lies across the sea for me? My purpose is in the pursuit. To enjoy presence of my muse is only a rest Till another song begins. Life itself teems with the seeking and discovery Of many dreams Waiting to be taken into captivity Only after traveling both the Calm and turbulent waters.
I will know you in heaven Though you may not look the same. Worldly cares will fade away. A new body you will claim. No tears, troubles, or worries Will line your heavenly face. No pain, disease, or weakness Will enter that perfect place.
I will know you in heaven Though you’ll be bathed in glory, And I will see the character That has built your life’s story. Your strengths unique in measure Will shine like jewels in the sun Over robes of righteousness. Christ’s good work in you’ll be done.
Running, Running, Running To the sea. Far from where I ought to be! The ship tosses in the gale Till over I go to be swallowed by a whale! Black, Black, Black And, oh, the fishy smell! Boy will this be a tale to tell! Guess I’ll lay down and cry. There is no use to try (running anymore). Bump, Bump, Bump. Oh my! Now at last I’m dry. But I still smell fishy, And I look real icky. The lesson’s been taught. Disobey God? Absolutely not!
In foolish futility I desperately grasp at The waters of love To keep as mine All I treasure. I labor to breathe in The rhythm of the life I’ve made As I want it Drowning in my self knowing, Falling deeper into the well of me. I press my heart to Beat in time with my song, My self energizing efforts supplying A flood of little purpose. I turn cold to this world Its beauty Its love Its truth Its comforts Its pain Its empty promises and false meaning.
i let go i die to self, i surrender my self . You, Father, are the giver of life. You hold life secure in Your hands. You are the cup that spills over Withholding nothing. You are everlasting love Pulsing faithfully With a true and powerful purpose You are the breath of life abundant Flowing in the rhythm of cleansing and healing, a refreshing fullness. You are warm comfort, Security, goodness and grace. You wash away the chill of death You are perfect peace.
This poem was written by my son Joseph. I thought it worth posting and he gave me permission to do so. I hope you enjoy, even if it brings some tears.
My promise, in words, was once made and then broken. Maybe a ring is more than loves' token. Yes, it is something much more incredible: A symbol to see and feel the intangible! It reminds the bearer of the giver's word, And the giver of their promise conferred.
Love, like a ring, is not priceless; Or else neither would any possess. But love and a ring both cost quite a price, If you've never lost either, please heed my advice. Be glad that our love is measurable! Otherwise, doubt makes it not pleasurable.
Can love exist without a ring? Supposedly so.I s a ring, to prove love, necessary? I now say it is so. Can one gauge the depth of ringless love? Decidedly no!
So what if the ring is small? It is surely better than none at all. The weight or the size doesn't matter. It's purpose is not to flatter. A ring gives love validity. Invalidated love shows timidity. And true love is not timid or shy, It is bold as a diamond! (quarter-carat or five.)
If I had done things right, I would have kissed her on the nose; Then knelt and with a ring, used the following to propose:
If I am away at work or at war, If we're sick or we're healthy, we're rich or we're poor, If we have a big fight and I storm out the door, If your memory fades and you feel insecure... Then look at your hand, the hand I adore. See and believe, don't doubt anymore. For there hangs the ring that can only be yours. It's proof of my love, my love that endures.
The menagerie of animals, We can see up in the sky, Are only limited by the things We see in our minds’ eye. A cat, a dog, a bird on wing. It really could be any old thing! Wild or tame, caged or free A magnificent zoo as ever could be. The fascination doesn’t stop there For you could see a lamp or chair. Any thing can be found, you see, In the clouds above the trees. Grandpa snoring on his bed A little child who’s bowed her head A girl with long flowing hair Two lovers kissing in the air Cloudy sculptures fill the sky While my imaginations fly.
This poem was written for Journey Christian Church volunteer appreciation month. christian volunteers hear Gods' call and answer using the gifts, talents, and love the God gave them. Christian work in God breathed, God inspired, and God fueled! Christians simply offer their bodies as a living sacrifice in thanksgiving for what Jesus Christ has done for us on the cross.
You surrender your heart As His dwelling place He calls you by name and You answer, "Yes, Lord."
You incline your ear Listen and hear His voice As a trusted servant You answer, "Yes, Lord."
You open your eyes No longer blinded to those He loves Awakened to His work among them and You answer, "Yes, Lord."
You reach out your hands Not afraid to touch, work, and give Never weary of doing good You answer, "Yes, Lord."
You hurry your feet Following in His steps To bring Good News and You answer, Yes, Lord."
Your life: a living sacrifice, A gift of service For His pleasure, Your answer, "Yes, Lord."
Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day! Here is a little poem to enjoy!
Something Good Inside of Me
When something bad happens to me I want to find the good in me. I want to say good things to others, To do good things, love all brothers. I want to think good thoughts and know That Jesus Christ will help me grow. He works to make the bad to be Something good inside of me.
Here in Florida the weather is starting to heat up! It is in the 80s pretty steadily now and it will be creeping upwards into the 90s soon. Here is a poem I wrote about the sun and the different way it affects me. Hope you are having a nice spring!
I like it best when the sun does not blaze across the sky crowding out the deepness of the blue and beating down on the helpless earth like a tyrant commanding attention and invading the universe; or when its heat weighs heavy on my shoulders, stifles my breath, closes my eyes and pushes me to lie down and sleep; But when the sky is wide and free and I feel as if I could rise up and fly, soaring and playing in the air; or when the sun reigns with mercy, allowing the sky to compliment her beauty and permit the white puffy clouds to dance in her presence and a soft cool breeze is allowed to brush the earth with blessing as it sings a soft melody to refresh and uplift the heart, I like it best.
This poem is my latest. I have written it for the 40th class reunion of the 1969 Class of Pueblo County High School. Go Hornets!
The years have lain like a barren plain between us. Though our singular lives have walked through wonderful changes and sometimes frightening challenges, we have not kept company with friends long ago invited into our dreams, loves, heartaches, and triumphs. Yet, in that desert our memories, like tumbleweeds, have rolled through our minds, beckoning us with curious wonderings of who we became, what we have done, where we have traveled. In those brief recollections we remembered the beginning of our journeys and have looked forward to this celebratory return. Today is our long awaited future. Today our present becomes our new commencement: a time to enjoy past remembrances and embrace the memories of this reunion for future exchanges. Today we return to the place we hold in each others’ lives.