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I wrote my words of love upon the moon last night
Tiny black words on an orb that shone full and bright
In my heart I felt you reading my love letter
The joy I felt could not have been any better
And as the moon absorbed the words I wrote to you
I suddenly realized you were watching too
So quickly the response came that it touched my soul
A sign that the Goddess of Love was on patrol
What I sent to you, you kindly sent back to me
It was as if the heavens had heard my sad plea
From now on wherever your heart tells you to go
I’ll write upon the moon and you will always know
The love we share will endure to the end of time
Messages from the moon will carry love in rhyme
*Written for Michael’s Boomerang Contest
The end of my life the beginning of my death
I shall start to slowly inhale my final breath
Fast forwarding memories race through my mind
There is one in particular that I’m trying to find
Is it of the hottest night or the brightest day?
I really don’t know how could I possibly say
White capped waves to snow capped peaks
As I start to exhale I feel so tired and weak
Funny how everything has started moving so slow
As my mind races to learn what it shall never know
Suddenly everything ceases as clouds fill my eyes
For I have frozen in the memory of you and I
Nothing but darkness here at the end of the race
As my final breath of air softly kisses your face
As I travel through the darkness I feel no fear
I’m lost in the taste from the salt of your tear
They say eternity is no more than an equation of time
Consequences of our life heaven or hell shall define
There is one truthful fact regarding my fate
Our Lord Jesus Christ will meet me at the gate
But I won’t go in that’s something I could never do
There is no heaven for me until I walk in with you
I’ll sit down right there just outside of the gate
I’m certain for you the Lord will let me wait
I know you’ll be mad because I waited so long
Sweetheart you are the message inside of my song
And the message my song shall forever send
It could only be heaven if I have my friend
SONG OF SONGS
Let me pluck ripened apples and strawberries for your delight
And put my hand under your head to soften the ground on which we lie tonight.
You are the white marguerites in my meadow flowing with deep grass,
The melodious tinkling of small bells shaped from shining glass.
Oh, the perfume of your soul is as a thousand roses at sway
In a walled garden on a wet and thunderous day.
Let me not stray from this place for it is the centre
Of the very heaven I hope to find; and when I enter
The dales of Paradise, let me first see
Your sweet face smiling - as it does now - at me.
For you are the heaven I have known
Before I approach God’s golden throne.
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Entered in Sara Kendrick’s Contest "Song Of Solomon"
(To The Memories of Jon Benet Ramsey, Sherrice Iverson and Ryan Harris)
Sometimes I reach down to hold your tiny hand
And I come up feeling powerless and helpless and
Unable to understand, why I will never see you
Playing in a schoolyard, backyard or
Playground because someone decided to take
What the world had found:
Three beautiful little girls,
With ponytails and bright faces
Whose pictures and stories have
Turned up in so many places
To tell stories of torture and abuse
To show the world that you refuse
To die down and disappear
Because if you do I fear
That no little girl will be able to play alone
Without the benefit of a bodyguard or chaperone
Increasingly, day after, day, I wake up
In the morning and I hear in the news that
Another little life has been taken by a crazed
I then immediately think of my precious
7-year-old and quickly react:
I say dear God, sometimes
I reach down to hold her tiny
Hand, and I still come up feeling
Powerless and helpless and unable to
Understand why I must never let go of
Of her hand... But God, I still thank
Heaven for little girls.
A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.
The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.
We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured
except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw
of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle
a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete
to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars
to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires
to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.
Halloween was coming and the angels thought they'd have some fun,
Since they sometimes thought of dressing up before the Holy One.
They all got together and decided to do just that,
Dress up in devilish costumes...Surprise the Lord like some earthly college frat.
Each one was to make his costume from the ethereal
A very inexpensive and unusual type of material.
Then, when the Lord was looking down at earth
Don the costumes for some Heavenly mirth.
It'll be a costume party for us here in our Heavenly abode
Different from always wearing these white sophisticated robes.
We'll have a good laugh and God will understand
We're just having a laugh here in His Heavenly plan.
The moment came, all the costumes had been made
And when the Lord looked up, Heaven was a different shade.
"Something is amiss, here." , He said in the shades of that red hue
Perhaps I'll bring Satan here, to find out if this is something new.
It would be difficult to invite that guest into heaven you see
As he had been banished for all the eons of centuries.
But nothing is impossible for the Lord for He can do any feat
And just when he was to summon Satan, the Angels all shouted
"Trick or Treat"!
The vernal pool of Heaven opens Lenore looks down upon LOVE lost
Lotus blossoms floating on air , swallowing the Sunlight and Die in the Frost
The softness of the Feathers of an ANGEL’S WING Touched by LENORE and I
True sadness Entwines Our Hearts Together, FOREVER as ONE in Each Others Eye
These are the Words of YOUR Earthly LOVER, Harry YOUR Husband, He LOVES YOU
Shh! Lenore Gestures with Her Finger to HER LIPS, My Beloves : “ Poetry; So True “
You are His Guardian ANGEL Asks LENORE : “ I am “ “ KASHINATH “ Forever LOVE”
Your wings Flutter so, “the Flowers Singing, Dew crying to the Hot Sun ABOVE"
Lenore “Take Words from My Heart, to My BELOVED : Serenade Him with Infinity
Flap Your Wings, ride the Wind of Heaven Go to him, and say I wait for His Eternity
Inspired by The Contest " Reflection " Sponsored By
" Constance La France " ~ A Rambling POET ~
By HGARVEY Daniel Esqure -- HG
Dedicated to Those Waiting For Us at The Pearly Gates
Armies gathered going to war,
the Devil rises we're not safe anymore.
The rapture came we were left behind.
No way to escape our sins made us blind.
All of our flesh will be stripped from our bone!
God cannot help us we face this alone
We didn't believe Jesus, we're headed to Hell.
We trusted in a dark angel, from heaven who fell.
His kingdom insidious, filled with pleasure we chose.
Now replaced with pain and sulphur in our nose.
We throw ourselves from mountain tops, still we don't die.
Stung by strange demons, our insides start to fry
Unimaginable pain in the end all nations bow.
The King arrives on the clouds, the future is now.
A beautiful city, comes down from the sky.
We look on in amazement, as we ask ourselves why?
An amazing promise, the heavenly father has kept.
To the lake of fire, the rest of us sinners are swept.
I’ve heard it said that heaven is home
Is it true, is heaven considered home
If heaven is home I’ll be there some day
When will that day be I can’t really say
Lots of people there I will see
Only a few are waiting for me
I’ve had many dogs with me here
I guess I will see them again up there
My mother is waiting and so is my wife
I’ll be going home at the end of this life
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There is a place called Heaven,
that I hope for everyday.
I ask God to help me be a better person
by following Christ's way.
Somedays it doesn't come easy
to find compassion in my heart.
Or show forgiveness needed
to a friend who has torn it apart.
Jesus never said it would be easy
to pick up my cross each day.
Or remember to be thankful,
and get on my knees to pray.
He said to trust in His mercy,
and to give it to others in need.
Because of His Love and Sacrifice,
of His words I take heed.
For Christ is The Bread from Heaven,
and we are who He comes to feed.
Take part in His kindness and mercy,
from all sins we are freed.
The gates of heaven are open,
the veil has been torn.
No need to sit in sorrow,
no need to weep and mourn.
Christ has risen,
Yes, it's true!
Through Him, all things
have been made new!
There is a place called Heaven that I hope for everyday.
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5/1/11 ~ Divine Mercy Sunday