Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
Stress is an
Understatement when it comes to the
Mine field called school.
Millions and millions of children and teachers
Expressly waiting for the last
Ringing of the school bell
For the year.
Understanding the price of the diploma; but, wanting
Nothing more than that "hot break".
D umbfounded by
H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy
©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you,
For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do!
I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real,
So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel."
We knew this day would come but not yet....it's way to soon.
Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you."
The sun is shining like a warm July,
The patriotic flag waving high in the sky!
I can't help but think, maybe he did save you?
What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon?
Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice,
As of today or even tomorrow we will never have that choice.
You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace,
I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced.
But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain,
We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain?
Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see,
Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy.
Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test,
Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest.
He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God,
She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love,
Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray,
So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day.
Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest.
So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!
New Years Eve celebration
Ever so grateful of redemption
With overindulgence of consumption
Edibles I've been craving
Aha so much champagne drinking
Recoup from stomach bloating
Swaying, light-headed teetering
Eek nightcaps of antacid
Verily, not so lucid
Eau de mornings, feeling putrid
For Francine Roberts' contest, "New Years Eve,"
Teacher that walks before me, a precept imaged in stone
Exhorting exhaustlessly the word shaped wonder grown
Academic, ambassador of an ancient beginning bringing
Competence in credential o vision; In honor of your giving
Humanity celebrates itself in you; you the culture's store
Emitting light, you the open door inviting change, you sure
Register of all glory; teacher, we rise in adoration to praise
Among thousands of Indians, he rose,
born in Rameshwaram, a tiny village of the south..
Dreamt of changing the world
using wit and reason -
learning and teaching he spent his life.
Kindness and selflessness he valued,
and wanted to spend his last breath teaching -
loyal to his words, he did,
and all that Indians think of, now...
May he rest in peace.
For 'Our Teacher', Abdul Kalam, who passed away on July 27th.. He was a SUCH a great person and Indian..
PLEASE DO READ THIS! - (There is a different link about him on my previous poem)