God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
...our community treasured life;
...she wasn't a deer caught in a headlight;
...the law protected you;
...my words had gotten through;
...maybe you would have been born;
...you would be a cause to rejoice instead of to mourn.
"Children are a blessing and a gift from the Lord."--Psalm 127:3
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel
Beauty so pure
your character delights
my devotion forever
Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
first squeezed my finger
Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"
She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
A single leaf,
Falls out of a tree above me.
As it twist and turn,
The wind blows it in my direction.
It symbolizes all my struggle and all my pain.
It tells me that they twist and turn,
But never remain.
It takes a sudden fall next to me.
It symbolizes the thought of being alone.
It tells me that someone is always by my side.
As I write,
The leaf flies away.
As if it had a huge success in it's encouragement.
Nature communicates with us in many ways.
Not with words,
But with a single leaf out of a tree.
Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2012
If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...
I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music
And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...
Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage
I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...
And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums
... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes
I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks
I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...
I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You
Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew
So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured
Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"
* * * * * * *
But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had
A Loving Mom & Dad
And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013
Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community,
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must,
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.
Copyright © Nya Johnson | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
Our rising worship! Oh, perfect love of Mother and Child
is understood by adoring eyes. Eager hearts pray,
from the eternal breath of babe. Lifted high, strong yet mild,
He foretells of forgiveness and whispers agape.
Upon Mary's chest, lie His heavenly dreams -
a love of no measure born unto a Virgin
and sins evermore are assuredly redeemed
as God's blessed Mother cradles creation.
Her womb brought forth Light, the Savior of man.
Her gentle touch nurtured God's only Son.
The sacrifice, His blood shed to quench a dry land.
Prophecy fulfilled, so no soul shall be shunned.
Inspire us precious babe upon Mary's chest.
Mother's unfailing love gives comfort and rest.
*Inspired by Anguissola's Virgin and Child.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
A single horn
From the center of its forehead
Beauty in its essence
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome.
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome.
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013
What If… Christmas Never Came???
What if Christmas never happened?
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different!
It wouldn’t be the same!
What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!
If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”
It’s almost like this now!
It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
“Christ out of Christmas!”
Why does it seem like Christmas is
losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,”
seem to be quickly disappearing!
Many say; “Happy Holiday.”
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….
We need to put Jesus Christ back into
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason!
May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth!
Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now!
All over this great nation!
May we bring to him a heart of love
for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son!
May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling
on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having
seen a wondrous star, they began their long journey
by bringing precious gifts, but they warned Joseph and Mary
of Herod's malicious intent...so they fled to Egypt
on a donkey that never complain of a sore hip!
They believed in the Savior as Herod himself full of pride,
and being very wise, they never returned
to tell him what kind of child they had found!
They brought their gifts and knelt at a child
whose fate as foretold was to die for us all,
and he gladly accepted them hearing His Father's call!
Not having heard from the Wise Men who had lied to Him,
Herod sent his soldiers to kill all children under three: screams terrorized Bethlehem;
no, they weren't moved by their mother's painful cry
and shedding their innocent blood they revenged that lie!
O mothers of Bethlehem, Jesus knew that they were slaughtered because of Him!
O mothers of Bethlehem, you wept and moaned as they bled as a sacrificial lamb!
They believed in the Savior from what they had read,
and wanted to see for themselves the glorious event that Daniel spoken of:
the brightest star shining over Bethlehem as angels sang,
announcing Christ's birth in a small town groping on a hill of citrus and clove!
Written on December 16, 2012
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
Reflections in the mirror
were getting scary
I could not carry
the weight of my pain
it almost took my life
to learn to love again
for I have made a friend
somewhere along my long lost way
I hope that I helped him
just a fraction of how he helped me
maybe that single thought
is what finally gave me my peace
enough to release so much
Now I am not afraid
to walk where the streets are hot
for I thrive in Hell's kitchen
where the devil stirs my pot
for I now have him quiet tame
I sacrificed my dragons
at the alter of my name
and now you are my slaves
any time I need
I'll call upon my superhero's
to come and rescue me
like my Saint Toni
who swept me off that bridge
and showed my how a death can be
the greatest reason to live
for she was the seed to grow my Eden
then a man from a foreign land
gave me something in myself to believe in
the magik of Love.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
Written June 6, 2013
The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years
A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string
Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013
After Sir Thomas recovered the Spear of Destiny and returned it to the Pope at the Vatican in Rome, he remained there for several months serving His Excellency, attending meetings, and recovering from several minor injuries sustained while recapturing the Spear that pierced the side of Jesus the Messiah. Sir Thomas could have stayed as a guest of the pope in one of their lush suites, but he chose the bare walls of a guest bedroom at the local Knights Templar castle. The pope then called upon him for his next assignment: Leave Rome immediately, by boat, again, back to Constantinople. “Head off a Scot by the name of Sir Robert Bruce, whom our intel indicates has a map and is currently on his way in search for the Holy Grail. Sir Robert is a stubborn ally. You will help Sir Robert, but convince him that the chalice of Jesus belongs here in Rome.”
Prior to shoving off the west coast of Italy, a few miles from Rome, Sir Thomas wrote the following message, and placed it in a bottle.
My dear sweet wife and babe within her womb
The five long years since I had lost you both
I prayed for inner peace despite my joy
You're both in heaven; worship Thee Most High
Because your love exceeds all life itself
My lips will glorify you ever more
I praise you for the rest; my living days
Your name I lift on high with my bare hands
Was on my bed that I remember you
I think of you the watches of the night
The shadow of your wings I cling my soul
The depths of which my sword shall honor thee
I yearn affections taste where two come one
The seed by faith that yields abundant life
Endures celestial kingdom's perfect place
It brings this missive to its endless oath:
To bless, release my restless heart that bleeds
Commit my swords allegiance to the Lord
To you Dagung the earth is smaller still
For every inch be searched to see your face
You disappeared, not dead but still alive
I feel the transom temper my resolve
For in this ship another search begins
The Holy Grail; Dagung I'll find you both
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I toss the bottle through the wind to stormy sea
Inside the missive of a knight in love with thee
Copyright © Thomas Carney | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Tears running down her
Closing the door, quickly
Wondering why she walked into
Does anyone know what she
A messed up life, brought on by
Needing help, but where?
Searching for love and only
Waking up one day, a new life
growing inside her
Confusion clouded by doubt
What should she do right now?
Fearing rejection and
judgement from others
Walking into the clinic, it would
be ok somehow
As soon as the procedure was
Tears of regret flowed down her
The heart beat of a life once
Disappeared, gone without a
A voice that would never utter
A powerful silence for the
Quickly ushered in the arms of
Precious life, never to return
If you are carrying all this guilt
inside of you
Please know that the Savior
sent His Son to die
He took your sins and all mine
Died a cruel death, because He
We need to turn from all our sin
Put our faith in the holy Lamb
Don't carry all your guilt within
There's hope and forgiveness
through the Son
Copyright © Amanda Hinkle | Year Posted 2012
God Knew Me Before I Was Born!
God knew me, before I existed!
He was there, before my name was listed!
Before I was born, he had a divine plan!
He was there, before I reached out my hand!
Before I knew who I even was, or my name…
His life for mine, way why his son came!
Before I could put on my shoes and clothes…
He had called me! It was I… That he chose!
Before I was old enough to make up my own mind…
He was there waiting! So patient and kind!
Before I became an adult… I refused to believe!
Whatever God offered... I didn’t want to receive!
Before too long… I had my own family and home.
But then family left me... And I was alone!
Before God… I came, and cried and repented!
The inside of my mind felt confused
Before I really knew what was actually going on…
God reached inside and forgave me of past wrongs!
Before the next day was coming about…
I found a new love and peace throughout!
Before God, I know that he’s changed me!
I have found a new life for eternity!
Won’t you come before God and accept him too?
You’ll never know what he can do for YOU!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
one day a christian carnivore &
a vegetarian atheist had a conversation
the christian meat-eater asked the vegetarian
“if you don’t eat meat, do you eat eggs?”
the atheist responded,
“i’m not a vegan, i’m a vegetarian, so, yes, i eat eggs, i
eat cheese---i need to get my protein somewhere”
“but eggs are meat...they are baby chickens,” said the
“um, no, eggs are not baby chickens,” said the atheist
“yes they are. eggs are unborn chickens, and if you eat them,
you are eating meat,” insisted the christian
“when i crack open an egg, i don’t see a baby chicken walking around,
and until that day, i plan on eating eggs---specifically, scrambled, with ketchup or
frank’s red hot sauce,” remarked the atheist
and the christian carnivore let out a sound of
frustration & discontent
as christians do when
they don’t get their way.
Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2011
Barely eight and avid of pure spirituality,
I frequented the garden of a monastery
with marble statues reminiscing their glory;
silent eyes of cold stone--their untold story.
In this cloister, pious nuns tended to infants
with bony cheeks and lips like cracked soil,
those not in danger, never heard bells toll.
Beautiful babies abandoned by young mothers
with bawdy sins, they left them in cotton cloth--
succumbing to guilt that divested them of worth.
Then the holy sisters* lifted them to the Lord's angry face,
He should have cursed the wombs of deliberate disgrace!
He knew the tiny angels were betrayed by Earth, not Heaven;
such was the loudness of their screams emitting horrendous pain!
There love, piety, tenderness and prayer coesisted so well;
growing much stronger--they gathered under the tinkering bell.
I returned after ten years of missed enlightenment,
they looked sharp giving off a glow of amorousness;
they recognized me and displayed sheer excitement,
their souls had found calmness--hearts of sacredness.
* Holy sisters: nuns
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
Take me to a place, a place of trust, a place where bad things are thin as crust, a place where love is profound a place less lost and more found. Take me to a place we all call home a place where no one is left alone, a place where you help me and I help you a place where my expression is green instead of blue, a place where you don't have to look back, a place where everything is all facts. Take me to a place full of adventure and wonder a place where there is no rain and no thunder. A place where honesty is at its best a place where we are more instead of less. A place of peace there is no stress a place of love instilled in everyone's chest. A place where we all are rich left out the struggle pulled out the ditch. Take me to a place free of drugs and abuse a place where there is no excuse. Take me to a place of great generations a placed of real teach and life learned lesson.
Copyright © Taylor Pope | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
In the vast beauty and diversity
of the reaches of the cosmos
impresses upon us all
the shear minute dust we are
in any comparison
The simplicity of laws
that govern it's most basic
and complex movements
Birth , Life , Death
some would distain this as "circular"
as the patterns in creation are
for all things existing within its confines
the birth , life , death of stars , galaxies
entropy and the recirculation of those elements
into new structures encased
in the womb for new material
apply equally to the diversity of structures
cycling on the little blue marble
seed sprout bush tree seed
seed sprout plant flower seed
seed baby child adult seed
same down onthe cellular level
same down tothe atomic level
and its clock
in a state of perfectly circular self propagation
For those who foolishly accuse us of being
Let me explain a simple something
how we measure time in the cosmos
is based on a circular orbital movement of planets
and as for thinking
are questions seeking answers which just
lead to more questions
and that's the beauty of it
simplicity defines even the most
complex systems that function
right down to the circuit boards for computers
Mama seals it with Kiss
Keep it simple stupid
anyone who doesn't know
a clock embedded in the universe
has not recognized his own
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2013
I'm sitting here thinking,
thinking about the day.
The day my Lord Jesus Christ,
carried my baby angel away.
Then I think my baby angel sings,
no sorrow, only laughter and play.
While our Lord God Highest of High,
The Almighty leads and lights the way.
Holding the hand of Jesus Christ,
my baby angel walks golden streets.
I miss my little angel and one day,
One day in glorious heaven we will meet.
A day I will praise and rejoice,
My soul will see your face.
We'll be together forever and I'll never,
again feel so out of place.
By Carrie Cheek
Copyright © Carrie Cheek | Year Posted 2012
With the right of messianism,
And the depth of free will,
They journeyed to Bethlehem,
To hear the parents spill.
Zoroastrians true and ready,
Ripe for the monologue bold,
They offered gold and incense,
And on Mary’s story they were sold.
Called wise men, magicians,
They could interpret the land,
Jailing’s, fishing booms and births,
And so told people about their hand.
They knew the power of the stars,
The connection, their meaning,
So followed one to that lively abode,
Where Jesus lay with apparent feeling.
God did not appear to them,
By a star in vocality,
But they just gave cerebral relevance,
To that asteroid motioning entity.
The gifts they offered and gave,
Did not signify the incarnation,
But were considered gestures,
Of the magi’s visitation.
Their religion let them speak about,
The predicted life of the babe;
Prediction was their position and seat,
As at semiology they were abe.
Christianity did not come from Judaism,
Zoroastrianism was its predecessor,
As its followers searched for a messiah,
Every day, with such earnest vigour.
Christianity centres around a messiah,
A cultural saviour from social retardation,
Which Jesus was back them,
In a world of poor folks’ isolation.
Jesus was a Jew, a temple boy,
But proclaimed his own religion,
To follow him and not just the Torah,
Which was in no way old and gone.
The impact of these Zoroastrians,
On Israeli life and society,
Can only be understood,
As Christianity’s modernity.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
Come travel to the town of Bethlehem with me
Let’s observe the venue, reflect upon what we see
I see a place where politics is harsh and shrewd
Where feeling forgotten, people have a vile mood
I see an Emperor who made a great decree
Go home take the census; you owe taxes to me
I see a young man, responsible, able, and proud
Who complied with the order, did not complain loud
I see significance in his ancestral line
The connection must be claimed, they could not decline
I see a young woman, greatly pregnant with child
Her time would come soon; the journey would not be mild
I see a man and woman, tested but in love
Confused, yet convinced of their mission from above
I see a crowded town without a lodging place
For poor strangers there was little mercy or grace
I see the pain of labor, loneliness, and stress
With groans, desire, and effort; a birth did progress
I see a happy face, immaculate with joy
Overflowing with love for a her baby boy
I see a stable, filled with the stench of manure
No place for a new born, vulnerable and pure
I see a child lying on a mattress of hay
Who humbly had arrived in the natural way
I see a baby wrapped securely in strips of cloth
One sent from heaven resting in a feeding trough
I see a proud mother gazing at her first born
Unaware that others will stare at him with scorn
I see a town that ignorantly missed the sign
Thus ignored the presence of this infant divine
I see shepherds on guard in the dark of the field
Keeping watch over their flocks with protecting shield
I see night interrupted by an angels face
As the glory of the Lord was shone in that place
I see heavenly beings with great news to proclaim
The joy of one who surpasses every name
I see a choir of angels as their voices ring
Glory to God in the highest heaven they sing
I see them praising God in sounds of sweet release
God sends His favor, in Messiah there is peace
I see shepherds, curious, gazing, with minds stunned
Leaving their flocks at night to see what had been done
I see action, let’s go to town right now and see
This savior the angels sang about with such glee
I see a young family, a man and his wife
Loving and guarding their child, in a world of strife
I see shepherds, with amazing joy in their eyes
Who left telling a story of this great surprise
I see a mother treasuring the day’s events
Pondering her involvement in God’s great intents
I see myself, a sinner, as part of the story
Praise Jesus my savior, to God be the glory.
Copyright © Brent Cloyd | Year Posted 2015
We set off.for our special spot,.Walking hand in hand, mother and daughter alone,
As we are walking, we are surrounded by large strong trees, and a clear spring running brook,
We arrive to our spot near the river, we take off our shoes, and sink our feet into the cool white sand,
We walk together to the river hand in hand, we are overcome with a sense of calmness ,bliss.
We're alone together, just mother nature and us, so calm, so peaceful, to get away.from the fuss,
We're in.awe of the surroundings, who wouldn't be? Our eyes are amazed by at the beautiful sight, of wild eagles in flight, the sounds of the waves hitting the shore, just makes me want to stay here forever.
The silence is broken by the birds flying free, my eyes are fixed by a bald eagle swooping down to get his daily catch of fish, it's not every day you get to.watch this, I feel blessed to.be here to witness mother nature's beauty with my daughter and our special spot.
I can feel the soft evening breeze as it blows thorough my hair, I close my eyes gently as savior this moment secretly in my heart, I look down to glimpse the bright moonlight glare on the waters edge, Oh how I wish we could make time stand still, to gather it up and keep it forever in my heart.
I will always have the memories of our special spot :-) :-)
Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015
We are all born in to this unknown world
As time goes by we grow up as a boy or a girl,
Life is precious every minute of everyday
We all take for granted that it will always be this way,
But, as you get older you realize how precious life can be
So as we leave this earth we will go above for all eyes to see.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2014
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
From the womb there is a life that wants to live
From the womb there is a life that has something to give
A life that may grow up to become a doctor
A life that may grow up to become a lawyer
Or maybe that life will write a novel like Tom Sawyer
But maybe that life won't happen
Because its mother has another plan
A plan to abort this unique life
A unique life that will undoubtedly become so special
So special in fact that it will bear the image of God
And God will want this life to have an important impact
On the many lives it will come into contact
But again the mother's plan is to abort this life, from the womb
So how do we convince this mother not to dump it in the tomb
The tomb that houses all the aborted lives throughout the years
And also contains from ten thousand angels their many tears
So if you can talk to this mother and tell her the life inside her
Is a life created by God and considered to be an important one
You will have done something very bold and brave
To turn her around, to give her baby a chance to live
Copyright © David Hoppe | Year Posted 2014
Advent is the first celebration of the Christian church,
Its first calendar event, not in December but in November,
On the last Sunday of November, and is normally, usually,
The first festival/celebration of the church year, remember.
Shops sell advent calendars to excite us into Christmas,
Where you can open small, numbered flaps to reveal,
A Christmas sentiment, thought or event as an icon,
Which lets you broad-mindedly appreciate xmas for real.
The four Sundays of Advent mark four different things:
The first destroys the myth Jesus was a total surprise,
Because it finds ancient predictions in Isaiah and Micah,
As the media were the prophets then, with wide open eyes.
The second Sunday lights a purple candle for hope,
Hope for societal revolution of the poor’s healthcare;
And also secondarily, hope in god who would ramify,
This plight so difficult in Jesus’ time, now a familiarity.
The third emphasises that you will find joy, pleasure,
If you believe that Jesus’ message was valid and required,
At that time in which the rich monopolised medicine,
Such that that his followers had to persevere as inspired.
And the fourth Sunday celebrates the Christian church,
Coining a word, incarnation, for the belief in Jesus as god,
For believing that god’s finger touched the baby’s skin,
Validating that parental obedience, that poverty of the kin.
And Advent candles suggest that truth was secured then,
By Jesus death which stated the worth of liberating,
Disabled and ill people into health and happiness,
Because this societal light shines multiply as pervading.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015