Going to make this my daily, if daily, entry of poetry. Should I go to a journal or blog section though? Please feel free to comment. I came back to writing in the last six weeks.
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We are all of us ripples in a pond
of living life and human bonds
Fingerprints of God are everywhere
dusted off through our prayer
Somewhere a baby is born
And a death has others mourn
We fall in love for the first time
A lonely man makes solitude a shrine.
Soldiers avoid all the slings and arrows
A young child marvels at some sparrows
Life is such a symphony of diversity
God is the only unity to occur to me
All we touch, every goodbye and hello
Resounds through time as an echo
Nothing is forgotten though dead
hairs are counted on our head.
of living life and human bonds
Fingerprints of God are everywhere
dusted off through our prayer
Somewhere a baby is born
And a death has others mourn
We fall in love for the first time
A lonely man makes solitude a shrine.
Soldiers avoid all the slings and arrows
A young child marvels at some sparrows
Life is such a symphony of diversity
God is the only unity to occur to me
All we touch, every goodbye and hello
Resounds through time as an echo
Nothing is forgotten though dead
hairs are counted on our head.
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What is the meaning of life the Questor poses? Here there are always thorns among the roses. We have your Word, the dividing sword and all it yields. Yet swords are still spent on blood soaked fields. And what of love that makes fools of men and men of fools?
Such deep questions the Questor pondered. And with such thoughts has long wondered.
Sometimes he wondered on how darkness is confounded by the light. And how stars seem to shine most brightly in the night. Such answers were hindered by the droning noise of the World. As if the clear picture was spintered and swirled. Or become as froth on waves curled. Not clear.
And dark clouds gather over the horizon
Like burial shrouds with shadows rising
Yet the sunflower turns facing the sun
As to the power of the Holy One.
Who even though cloaked in unknowing
Whispers follow me in the winds blowing
Such deep questions the Questor pondered. And with such thoughts has long wondered.
Sometimes he wondered on how darkness is confounded by the light. And how stars seem to shine most brightly in the night. Such answers were hindered by the droning noise of the World. As if the clear picture was spintered and swirled. Or become as froth on waves curled. Not clear.
And dark clouds gather over the horizon
Like burial shrouds with shadows rising
Yet the sunflower turns facing the sun
As to the power of the Holy One.
Who even though cloaked in unknowing
Whispers follow me in the winds blowing
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And God the very true and the Lord of Hosts
shall not fail to save what He has espoused
We have the seal of His breath the Holy Ghost
And His Fire is living mind that cannot expire
Our souls most intimate desire is our Sire.
Oh sons of men and daughters of creation
Flesh does not bring fruition in hopes elation
Break out you instruments and sing a song
Of Him who shows gentleness is strong
Show mercy to unmerciful throngs
In the dryest of days a flower will bloom
Like an Angels wing in all its plume
To give flight above all earthly things
As a lowly child became the King of Kings
Praise him in song and on harp strings.
And the night moon shall weep tears of blood
filling the land with sorrows like the ancient flood.
And the Saints shall fall from their perch on high
like sparrows from their nests to young to fly.
It will be as if the Lord no longer hears our cry
The Lamb shall indeed lay with the Lion
And at long last there shall be peace in Zion
But only after the great war has been fought
And men acknowledge what they have wrought.
But the price was paid and we have all been bought.
Oh Lord I follow you on paths untraceble
You purge flesh burned in your crucible
I esteem your cross as a victory symbol.
I fill my horn with oil and I am but soil
You who bless us in our daily toil.
The Holiest of things is your heart God
You have appointed me to be your Bard
To make soft those things that are hard.
To bring gentle rain on dry land
to bow down to where you stand
Oh you that are young and old
Esteem something greater than Gold
A light that makes the sun seem cold
Gather your children oh sons of men
As he gathers us like a Mother Hen.
shall not fail to save what He has espoused
We have the seal of His breath the Holy Ghost
And His Fire is living mind that cannot expire
Our souls most intimate desire is our Sire.
Oh sons of men and daughters of creation
Flesh does not bring fruition in hopes elation
Break out you instruments and sing a song
Of Him who shows gentleness is strong
Show mercy to unmerciful throngs
In the dryest of days a flower will bloom
Like an Angels wing in all its plume
To give flight above all earthly things
As a lowly child became the King of Kings
Praise him in song and on harp strings.
And the night moon shall weep tears of blood
filling the land with sorrows like the ancient flood.
And the Saints shall fall from their perch on high
like sparrows from their nests to young to fly.
It will be as if the Lord no longer hears our cry
The Lamb shall indeed lay with the Lion
And at long last there shall be peace in Zion
But only after the great war has been fought
And men acknowledge what they have wrought.
But the price was paid and we have all been bought.
Oh Lord I follow you on paths untraceble
You purge flesh burned in your crucible
I esteem your cross as a victory symbol.
I fill my horn with oil and I am but soil
You who bless us in our daily toil.
The Holiest of things is your heart God
You have appointed me to be your Bard
To make soft those things that are hard.
To bring gentle rain on dry land
to bow down to where you stand
Oh you that are young and old
Esteem something greater than Gold
A light that makes the sun seem cold
Gather your children oh sons of men
As he gathers us like a Mother Hen.
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May God bless you and bring you His peace
May you feel His love which does not cease
He hears prayers of those around the globe
Wiping their tears with the Hem of His robe
May you find His care and most healing embrace
And the darkness dispelled by His radiant face.
May you feel His love which does not cease
He hears prayers of those around the globe
Wiping their tears with the Hem of His robe
May you find His care and most healing embrace
And the darkness dispelled by His radiant face.
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