Poetry & Things
LET ME BE AS A TREE
Let my soul rest in you
And your roots be as me
Let your light dance
Silver by night
Gold by day
Tempest storms
Shall not prevail
Waters of Heavens life
Pour down
Reminding me
As Angels sing
On a hallowed winter’s night
Let Holy breath caress
Cold or hot
Your Colours
Change my parade
As I Surrender
Leaf after leaf
Floating down
I die and am born anew
Let me be a shining tree,
Lifting my heart towards thee.
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ALWAYS
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The first waves of love I never forget
You glory woke up a sleeping giant
Light shines deep, truth is truth
In a breath of life
Everything changed, so hopeful,
so bright
The future in you, as you called
my name
Yet it's always been you!
I walk the eternal sands
Standing by, in the midst
Creation sings majestic praise
Heavens window opens
Glorious rain
Your peace restored
Nothing to fear, your love is true
I am with you and you are here.
WHO AM I?
Who Am I?
But to be a Lighthouse,
When darkness falls.
Who Am I?
But to illuminate truth,
When accusation rules.
Who Am I?
But to project hope,
When injustice stalls.
Who Am I?
But to reveal Grace,
When hatred makes small.
Who Am I?
But to forgive,
When rejection builds walls
Who Am I?
But to shine faith,
When deception stands tall.
Who Am I?
But to show the way,
When the World says fail,
Yet Gods Love calls!
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How can I be?
How can I be as Gods love?
A vast wave of light?
His oceans of grace
Embracing your shores
Arms open wide.
Solid as rock inside
Never failing those
When life can’t decide.
How can I be timeless
In give and take?
Boundless like God’s mercy,
Loving life’s tide, yet
Rebuking stormy pride.
How can I be the deep of compassion
Flowing gently in the storm
Washing away your pain
Leaving dark clouds behind
So the sun breaks through
His radiant glory
And you begin again.
HOPE FLOATS
We walk the shores of life
Searching each bay
Treading sands of time
For the way
Still, be still
As
Waves of the night
Wash away
Another day of
Sandcastles
We couldn’t place high
Ah, there it is again
Hope floating an ocean
Of tears
Love as the wind,
Carrying white wings,
Breathing in,
We begin again…
The Stag
In the realm of verdant forests, where secrets softly dwell,
There stands a regal presence, a tale I now shall tell.
A majestic creature, adorned with antlers proud and grand,
The Stag, the king of woodlands, a symbol of the land.
With grace and noble bearing, it strides amidst the trees,
A living work of art, as if painted by the breeze.
Its eyes, deep pools of wisdom, reflect the starlit night,
While moonbeams kiss its velvet coat, aglow with silvery light.
Oh, Stag, your presence echoes through the ancient, sacred glades,
Your antlers reach toward heavens, where mystic magic pervades.
A crown of strength and beauty, an emblem of regal might,
You dance amidst the moonlit mist, enchanting every sight.
In your majestic footsteps, serpents dare not lay their claim,
For you, with thunderous hooves, extinguish their wicked flame.
With every stride, you trample darkness in your noble wake,
A guardian of the forest, your power none can break.
Oh, Stag, embodiment of grace, your spirit strong and wild,
A symbol of resilience, untamed and undefiled.
Through your silent presence, a profound message rings,
That strength and beauty intertwined, can conquer all life brings.
In you, I find a sacredness, a connection to the divine,
For in your form and essence, a transcendent power shines.
As I stand here in reverence, amidst the woodland's embrace,
I witness nature's masterpiece, in the Stag's majestic grace.
So let us honor the Stag, the king of forest halls,
And heed its timeless wisdom, as it to our souls calls.
Embrace the strength within us, let beauty guide our way,
And like the Stag, let us trample snakes, as we navigate life's maze.
Needless to Say..
Needless to say
yet we say it anyway.
Our thoughts often reek
yet still we speak.
Needless to say.
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