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My broken- hearted complex dream Upon a rush of mist, downstream Endures the taint along parched sky, Without a sign from night’s reply... Without the need to touch the heart That bruises me as smiles depart, When all I had were dim farewells On far off tinkling chapel bells. The shortened glint of joyful days That cheers me so in many ways, When warm hands reach, as shadows fall Before the morning birds enthrall... When solace is a faithful song That lifts me back where I belong, Before stars' luster marks their claim And reach out with their gleam, aflame. Somehow the hint of doubts untold Unburdens every thorn I hold; And His word made flesh pours a grace To ease my thoughts with fond embrace Until one last surrendering... I raise my cheeks and start to sing, And from this moment’s jubilee Life endows a day meant for me. Verlena Walker's Contest This Is The Day The Lord Gave By nette onclaud / 1/22/2015

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Had Hoped to Find

Had Hoped to Find

Started sorting out and was hard to tell
Which one would be my favorite shell 
Then did consistently, constantly, compare
All lying by beach shore here and there.

Some were round and others oblong and odd
That had been made by our great God
All of various colors and many designs;
Several with spiral and also curvy lines.

Through shells started to separate and strain
While ocean waves played a sweet refrain
Asking me why I have become a big creep
All of God's precious shells trying to keep.

In each day mornings will always break
So I then said to myself for goodness sake
Will be best if lovely shells are left behind
For others who often had hoped to find.

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Theatre of my Soul

The flying sent projections free to see,
from adjunct Astrals singing bold decree.

Perched on Pisces’s cusp, forsaking Plato’s cave,
Puppets casting shadows, chancing me a slave.

They hang from dreams of higher forms, allures
Contempt in self when loving carnal cores.

Haunted by women’s passions kept in Spirits,
Dawns my sleeping stages now inherits

Marionettes aloft eternal twists
of spinning truths with lies recalling trysts.

Killing prone volitions, changing essence.
Chosen starlight’s beings guiding presence.

Upon a love in purest form demands,
Forgotten suicides of ego strands.

Risking Pirsig’s fate in Zen and journey,
Waging sanity, a bounty worthy.

The stringing of my soul and bracing seeks,
A pulling truth beyond this death it speaks.

Alternating stanzas of iambic and trochaic pentameter

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Looking Deeply into Your Heavenly Eyes

Looking Deeply into Your Heavenly Eyes

It’s such a beautiful Cosmos I see in your eyes My Love,
When I’m looking so deeply into your Heavenly Eyes.

I sense love, harmony and such passionate feeling,
As I ponder the warm images I see and feel so My Love.

As you look deeply into my eyes too My Love,
I hope you sense my desire, passion, and love too.

What more could anyone ask for in this life My Love—
For without Love any celestial metaphor is truly meaningless.

And so, sometimes late at night as I dream so deeply of you My Love,
I meld as one with the sight I see so deeply in your Heavenly Eyes!

And I want you to know that I shall be with you forever My Love,
And for the rest of my life and beyond—my heart is forever yours!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 16, 2015)
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All that I had, just yesterday
Has suddenly, been taken away
Me yes me, a foolish man of clay
Suddenly I have so much to say
When instead, I'd be wise to pray
Why oh why, me oh my
Take me now I want to die
I liked it better, when I was perched on high
My wings were strong, I loved to fly

I was given much, I gave no thanks
I sat upon lush river banks
My ship majestic, I watched as it sank
Now this world seems cold and dank

My cup was full it over flowed
Yet gratitude I barely showed
Instead of narrow, I chose wider road
My love of self it barely slowed

If only I had seen more clear
I wonder if I'd now be here
Feeling alone and filled with fear
Oh please dear God, I need you near

I heard him say, I'm sorry son
Your life is over, now it's done
You chose your god, I wasn't the one
Love of plenty and pleasured fun!

So down to Hell my soul is brought
A place of pain both cold and hot
My insides squeezed inside a knot
Now what I treasured doesn't mean a lot

From this nightmare, I thankfully awake 
My soul and being begin to shake
Please Lord forgive me, my mistake
Help me learn to give, instead of take!

I try to be thankful every day
With God's help, stay on the narrow way
It's not about me and that's okay
Vision much clearer, when to Jesus I pray.

This poem was inspired by my brother Roy. 
He sent an email that asked "What if you only woke up with what you said 
thanks for yesterday?" what a great question!

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Valentine's Unicorn

Valentine’s Unicorn

A magical and most wonderful creature of times old,
With a holy soul filled with love and a heart of gold. 

Harmony, peace, and love pervade her very essence,
And they define all that is good and grand in her presence.

She loves poets, musicians, and all of us who so often dream,
And visits us all in ethereal visions on a radiant light beam. 

This Valentine’s Unicorn is a precious bearer of purest love,
Who possesses angelic power from the very Heavens above.

She lives in our hearts and souls as an enchanted dream,
And shares her love and trust with us all as we dream.

She shares our dreams past, present, and future—
And shall always be a spirit of majestic love in our future.
On Valentine’s Day her love is felt on Earth and in Heaven above,
As she sends us harmony, peace, and love on the wings of a dove!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (February 9, 2015)
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Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

Safely at Sunday school while Mama prayed in the pew,
She offered up healing requests, she always had a few.

Lord, please forgive me, for I can not continue this way,
The burden you have brought with this child, you try me everyday

I didn't understand why Mama often sat in the dark, crying.
Every time she looked upon my disfigured face, a piece of her dying.

My speech was slurred and soft, weak was my body, though only ten.
Father inflicted this pain upon me, a haunting remember when.

Mama never let herself be forgiven, she wore shame on her skin.
A battle against rage and depression, one she would not ever win.

Father went to prison and Mama had to suffer a broken heart.
To add my problems into the mix, her world was broken, ripped apart.

Lord, please help Mama, her heart has forgotten how to love,
Send her healing, oh Lord, send her an angel, on that fits like a glove

Meeting the new fellowship pastor, Mama would find lessons to learn,
To open her heart once again, to know where frozen embers still burn.

For Contest: Where frozen embers still burn
Host: Gail Angel Doyle
Date: 08-16-2014

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Poetry (A Spiritual Release)

In less than a year, hundreds of poems have poured out of me.
I thought I'd drown in my tears, but I began to swim in poetry.

When the ink touches the pad I'm so glad to feel the spiritual release.
I address the worry and stress which brings me emotional peace.

As the couplets formulate, I escape into a world that is all mine.
Like a bomb ready to detonate, I try and be an explosive Poetic Einstein!

My mind explores, opening unknown doors, which other's may find very bizarre.
Self-confessed, a poet possessed, and from the Heaven's came a fallen star.

A dent in the earth, A poet rebirth, and the speed of my pen will only increase.
So the poetry in me, emerges from obscurity, demanding my spiritual release!

*Written for Constance contest "What is my theme"
My theme is "Spiritual Strength" (which is in my poetry)

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The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb

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    There is a spirit that watches over you
    In the daylight hours, and nightime too.

    You may not think that they are there
     But there is a way to make you aware.

     I learned the name of my angel a long time ago
     Because I was interested and I wanted to know.

     His name is "Maximus" and is with me here
     To learn of his presence once made me fear.

     Because what you do is watched all the day
     The angel keeps tabs, God finds out that way.

     I guess you think I'm being naive
     Trust your faith, if you believe.

     If you want to know your angel's name
     There is a way to find out which is no game.

     Say a prayer for three days in a row
     And after each time ask him to reveal his name to you.

     If you believe in him he will tell you true
     If not, he may be silent to you.

     I know of others who have tried this I can say
     Some, have learned the names of their angels this way.

     When you pray for their name do not think it absurd
     Some, I know, will hear that singular word.

     It won't come as a shout from heaven on high
     But rather as a whisper, when your angel is nigh.

     These spiritual beings are here for us all
     Sometimes they wait just to here us call.

     And when you do wouldn't if be grand
     If you knew the spirit's name...who behind you stands!

     Try it and see if you think I'm fooling around
     Be honest with yourself with both feet on the ground.

     As someday that spiritual angel you will greet
     Wouldn't it be nice to be on a "first name" basis when you meet?

     And if you try but do not hear their name
     Keep on trying because your conviction was lame.

     I know many will think I'm crazy with this
     But knowing my angel's name has brought comfort and bliss.

     So try it yourself and see if in kind
     If your angel will speak to you...they really don't mind.

     Because then a dialogue with them you can share,
     Even if they never speak again,  you'll know...they're there.

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God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.

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Your Legacy Your Lineage

Time takes age and does what it will
Man ages and wishes time to stand still.

There is infinite turning of the hands on a clock
As mortals we hear the constant tick-tock.

There is a human desire to leave something behind
Hoping our earthly possessions ease our greedy mind.

What is gathered on this planet of earth
Can not bring us back to our place of birth.

Helping others should be our lifetime goal
Not cluttering earth before you're put in a hole.

God gives us an ultimate rule
Love one another and not to be cruel.

If we really wish to leave something behind
Teach your children to give and to be kind.

Your legacy should not be what you can obtain
But what your lineage does each and everyday.

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Copyright © 2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law

by: LP
edited: 7/30/13

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Copyright © 2013

Politicians' greed seems to hover
  Over our lives, a simmering cover

Separation of Church and State?
  Satan planned mankind's fate

As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
  Over their land like locusts do cover

The faithful do not fret what is hovering
  By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering

Our leaders refuse to make a deal
  When enthralled by Satan's Will

Politics, and selfish greed
  Failing our Nation's need

Obama-Care, a change that's fair
  Or, struggling against Satan's lair?

But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
  Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.

by: LP
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
         25 Sep 2013  - 8:13pm

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Love was as hot as a red moon.
Passion was on fire and was soothed.

A total lunar eclipse occurred on April 15.
The moon was coopery red.

The warmth of her blood was astrologically aligned.
Mother Earth was with her Sun God.

She stood majestically in his eyes.
The core of his being was a deep arousal of desire.

Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Spiritual Poetess

Sought the Red Moon via telescope,
a ritualized ceremony.
Sponsor:	Dave Wood
Contest Name: 	RED MOON 

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3rd Son

Papa Adam and Mama Eve's third son

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     Means House of Bread

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Life is like a hurricane.

Life, is like a heavy rain.

A lake of pain like lake Baikal.

Tears, flow like a waterfall.

People are like granite stone;
in the end your'e left alone.

But what of the good things?

Like the sound of when a church bell rings?

Or the miraculous, beautiful way 
one helps another through troublesome day?

Tragedies of life aren't fun, 
but in the end we learn a ton.

Though pain we do remember,
the flame eventually turns to ember.

You see, the thing about walking through earth each day, 
is The King turns the curse to a healthy pathway.

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Shall We Try For One More Year

How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven? We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven. We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair. We’ve wondered how we’d make it when resources were not there. In looking back to find just how this love of ours began I believe it is controlled by some divine master plan. I believe if God does not exist there’d be no you and me. And all this time together would be less than destiny. I know that my redeemer lives – God’s word tells me so – He sent you as a soul mate as through this life I go. He knew there would be obstacles; I know He put some there To determine if we’d solve them with the mighty gift of prayer. I believe the lesson we have learned in traveling down life’s road Is to bring our troubles to Him to lighten up the load. We realize that we’ve been blessed sharing time together here Still one decision faces us --- Shall we try for one more year? Written for my wife on the occasion of our 57th…12/21/12 … Let’s go again Darlin’…. John Posey

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A Beautiful World

The palm trees swaying in the late spring breeze

The colorful flowers placed so carefully under the palm trees

I am truly amazed as I sit here and watch what god has created, such an amazing and glorious sight

Everytime I see it, its always a special delight

and I think of what a beautiful world out there for me

With every blue sky, rainbow and the flower growing underneath the swaying palm tree 

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Wasted Time

I've heard people use these words, since my birth
never truthfully considering, what time is worth

through recess, football games, wars and strife
guess I've wasted time, all throughout my life

like laying in the sun, watching birds in the air
seemingly, flying back and forth, without a care

but then I understand, what's really been seen
Their scouring earth for food, to keep it green

Thinking of all instances, as I go back in time
Time I thought was wasted, was really my climb

From the time of birth, we start climbing stairs
seeing, feeling and learning, of life and prayers

grand-children say "can't afford, to waste any time"
I say "can't afford not to, soon the bell will chime"

signaling the last lap, in your race against time
A chance to help others or keep chasing the dime

If you choose, chasing a dime, for wealth in a bank
your life will be remembered, somewhere on a plank

or choose to help others, your words persist on a troll
teaching "nothing is wasted that's good for your soul"

contest entry

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Ok, I'm just going to say this, be confessional and admit;
That I hate waiting, it makes me want to throw a hissy fit.
I know that doesn't sound spiritual, but it surely is the truth;
Standing around, hands in my pockets, is totally uncouth.

Dependent on someone else... ugh, the intolerableness of it all;
Makes me want to scream, when progress comes to a crawl.
It was fine when I was a baby, and didn't know any better;
If I sat there all day, in a diaper getting wetter and wetter.

Maybe this is why, we don't remember those early days;
To keep us from blowing a gasket, and coming off as crazed.
Is anyone with me here, or am I in this struggle all alone?
That I hate waiting, in every single form that can be known.

The grocery store for instance, there's a conspiracy against me;
It's true whatever line I pick, I'll get the new and slow trainee.
So if you ever see me in a store, please pick the other line;
You'll be out of there so fast, back home, relaxed in no time.

I wish that I were done, but there's something more to be said;
I hope this won't offend, and it's submitted with some dread.
In those times I have to wait, the very last thing I want to hear;
Is a spiritual pep talk on patience, let's make that crystal clear.

I know patience is a virtue, God is working things for my good;
He loves me in my circumstance, even when I've misunderstood.
Telling myself these things, while standing in another line that lags;
Yeah, down at the DMV, I've been waiting three hours for car tags.

So I get it my Christian brother, even if it appears I don't engage
It's just hard to hear it, from a guy who struggles with road rage.
Nowhere is your patience more tested, than on the adoption trail;
Before the Promise land, a wilderness, many times you'll want to bail.

But in my office are scores of pictures, children who've found a home;
Each of them a thousand-word sermon, that you will not always roam.
Your wait will have an ending, And God 's promises will come true;
The treasure was hidden in the difficult, He gave the grace to see it through.

Narrative Poem

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Earth, Fire, Water and Wind have knowledge

Is joy found in Thee and thine or in me and mine? 
Whose words teach of the path, my life will define

Is happiness found, respecting all things, being kind?
By seeking a common good of man, with thee in mind

Or by achieving goals, success that will benefit me
Is this the key to unlock the grace foretold from thee?

It seems that many men’s words differ in religious belief
Each group’s path shifts, as when wind blows a leaf

Which men’s words should I follow, whose thoughts are true
Or do these men speak with words, mixed in an evil brew

As I think, ponder, on what path I should follow in life
You guide my direction, as the "Great Spirit", my fife

Let earths wind, water, fire, teach animal, plant and man
All lessons they need learn, from the creator of the plan

All mankind needs your grace to discern wisdom from folly
Some men distort your words to sell tickets on their trolley

With "faster is better" and “giving of your life will be holy”
Beware the cost of the ride, proceed a little more slowly

Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive
Let your spirit be taught, before man can contrive

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There is always a reason
	Why things happen


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First Murderer in Human History

The first murderer in human history

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The prison of the keys

And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.

My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.

My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.

The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.

The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.

The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.

And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.

In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.

In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.

The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.

more at

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Witch of Endor

Saul or St. Paul went to the Witch of Endor 
To get her to conjure up Samuel from the dead.

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3rd Glorious Mystery

Third Glorious Mystery 
The descent of the Eternal Holy Spirit

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Prince of the Air

According to the Bible
Satan is the prince of the air

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Psalm 22

Psalm 22 foretells the crucifixion of Jesus or Father Christ
     And lots would be cast for his clothes.

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Copyright © 2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 

by: LP

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Prophet Isaiah

The prophet Isaiah foretold 
          Jesus or Father Christ would be  born of a virgin.

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My Spiritual Valentine

My Spiritual Valentine

Our vows said, "Till death do us part"
My love you are forever my sweetheart

Although I am far, you are here with me
Our spirits to soar for eternity

Remember my love as the wind breaths on your face
This is me sending you a kiss from this place

My valentine to you on this special day
Beautiful cherished memories, our spiritual boquet

Written by:  Debra M. Falgout
February 14, 2013

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Witchcraft, sorcery, and divination are not condemned by the Bible
The bible equates these abominations with murder

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Liturgy of the Hours

The Liturgy of the Hours 
Draws mainly from the Biblical book of Psalms

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Prophet Zechariah

The prophet Zechariah foretold 
     Jesus or Father Christ would be sold for 30 pieces of silver

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The Call

A voice in a dream called my name
With it neither message nor any other word came

It was a speaker with no face 
Just a voice with gravity and grace

Why it called me I do not know
But the memory of it will not let me go

It did not wake me, did not shake me
Nor solace or enlightenment gave me

But this call I`d answer, the voice I`d follow
With dreams to fill the void in this life so hollow 

From a realm of chimera, beyond the wall
One night there came a call, and that was all

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ANGELS celestial pure guardian cherub of grace peace and serenity displayed in your face an inumerable company of angels in heaven seraphims in charge guarding God’s throne and His presence God’s messenger archangels Michael and Gabriel announce their messages where they are sent and able our guardian angels are close to our hearts as they support, protect, pray and impart our angels see far beyond the mortal timeline are patient, forgiving, devoting love so divine © Kim van Breda- February 2014

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Pierce her Heart

Simeon told Mother Mary
A sword would pierce her heart.

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The Globe of Harmony

There's a planet I believe to be
The globe of harmony

It’s beyond our capability to explore
Vibrating deep in the Universe's core

The luminous colours and pulsating force
Keeps the Universe on steady course

By emitting an energy surge filled potion
Through the power of rhythmic motion

And with each wave of energy brings
The right balance to all things

There’s a planet I believe to be
A gift from the Almighty.

by Ana Espinola Collins

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Witchcraft, sorcery, and divination are not condemned by the Bible
The bible equates these abominations with murder

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A summer couplet

Aberdevines disperse in woods encouraging the leaves to shine
while skies will open to reflect the nature's wisdom and design.

© G. V. 06-14-2013
(Iambic Octameter)

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Prophet Micah

The prophet Micah foretold 
     Jesus or Father Christ would be born in Bethlehem

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Hell is a condition of everlasting separation
From God’s absolute presence of love


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A New Dawn

Copyright © 2013

A New Dawn in His Glory
  foretold in a biblical story

Coming for those preparing
  skyward we will be starring

Like descending parachutes
  sounds of trumpets and flutes

Captivating our hearts
  giving us a new start

A New Dawn is coming 
  listen, nature is humming

Idelology clashing blows
  a tale between 2 foes

Revelations foretold a day
  when more begin to pray

World events getting crazier
  humanity's future  hazier

Waiting on ONE to stop this mess
  or, were we just another lab test?

by LP

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To the Unknown

Words move toward the shore of silence
Where they’ll crash with deafening defiance
Every color springs from white light
Thence they come forth to confuse our sight

Sprung from the unknown to return there once more
After filling up and emptying life’s store
From the one to the myriad and back again
To explain the reason for this flux no one can

Any movement of the mind upsets the balance
Bound to the swing of the pendulum we pay penance
It cannot be spoken, painted or written down
What is revealed to the eyes is just a colorful gown

Wrapped in her garment the wearer remains hidden
“Let those who have eyes see”, it has been written

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Satan in-verse

Compared to a snake that slithers and slides,
A tongue with a fork, he hisses and hides. 

He's patiently waiting, he envies our death.
A mind fueled by sloth, and wrath on his breath.

He traps using snares, with sin as a curse. 
He's evil and sly, his charm is rehearsed. 

We're tempted by lust, gluttony and greed.
These actions are food, he needs it to feed. 

Preventing the peace, his mission is clear.
To cause us all pain, our joy is his fear. 

He covets our souls, to pride his command.
To enflame our hate, and rule as he planned. 

He's tortured and burning in fires below,
A place for the wicked, a place without snow. 

Deciphered as Lucifer, an angel that fell.
Only Gods' chosen people, the righteous prevail. 

Prayer through kindness, and loving with care.
Shining swords of the saints, thrusted up in the air.

- Yours Truly

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Enough Of Me

My name is Sandra…now you’ll see
The inner thoughts that make up me…

When I begin to look at life
As nothing but an endless strife

When the power of faith and hope
Fail to help me strive and cope

When I lay down my dreams to rest
And so give up their mighty quest

When love's warm embers cease to burn
And make my heart an icy urn

When from the grace of God I flee
To make my soul an empty sea

Then life has had enough of me!
My name is Sandra…now you see.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

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Beavers and Black Widow Spiders

" Beavers and Black Widow Spiders ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 6)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Architecturally - Skilled

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Born With A Blueprint To Build

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Furry Creatures - But To Few Appeal

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Have A Bite That Can Cause Damage & Ill

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Seems To Have Avid-Arrangement Zeal

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both - Busy Workers In Their Field

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both, Bold  & Blocks With No Trespassing Shields

Tho' Aracnids Can Spin and Create Aeirals
Beavers, Can Route Strong Rivers' Terminals

Tho' One Builds Dams & The Other One, Webs
Both Are Gifted and Noted Construction Celebs

Tho' One Owns Silk Factories & One - Lumber Mills
Both Are Building With GOD's Contract, Permit-Seal

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Denizens Are Divine Designs By GOD's Will

        Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/7/2014
                   by:  MoonBee  Canady

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Beneath The Tree

A tackle trunk beneath a tree.
It's knurled top a bright red-brown.
A rod leaned up against it's side
bought at a store from the next town.

A magic moment held in time
by elves for parents that I pride,
but not for gifts at Christmas time;
for thoughts abound and in their stride.

The tree Blue Spruce with silver boughs
seen standing still in vacant air.
The room aglow with warmth and wishes.
The first to view as though a prayer.

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The Perfect World

Where is the perfect world? In the heaven up above,
Or here on earth, with the one's that we love.

I don't have the answer, and I know you don't know too
So I look to the Lord and I ask "Him" What can I do?

In my heart I can see, 
a perfect world out there, for you and me.

and I know as I sit here and ask the Lord as I pray,
"His" answer is we will all come together, in his perfect world some day.

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Faith in the Mother of Lord Eternal God

When faith in the Mother of Lord Eternal God declines
Faith in the Son of Eternal God and the Eternal Father  also declines

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Messages for me

The blue balloon that danced around
Gracefully moving without a sound…

The coldness, on the side of my face
The laughing toy, you seemed to have embraced…

The miracles in life we often unearth
Why do we believe, they only come after birth…

And when we are sad and find it hard just to breathe
You have a special way of reminding us to believe…

Written by
Vicki Darcy

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Lay Vocation

Laity are sent to engage in society
That the kingdom of Eternal God can grow among them

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A sole and a Soul

It's a bliss for a sole 
to trample down a Soul.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Greed makes everything dirty from a nail to the moon
Life has no sympathy and will bring weak ones down soon


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Worn out Vessel

Replenished thru the night	
Regaining positive light 

The days negative power
Outgrowing the greater by the hour

Seeking truth and knowledge
Making better soul to acknowledge

Teaching the creator all there is to know
Where are all the positive souls

Drained from the days light
Replenished thru the night

When the negativity has taken it toll
Can I be returned to my soul

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Christmas Day Born

Christmas day is final come
To celebrate God's only Son
As He was born to save the lost
The sacrifice upon the cross
To remember that first Christmas day
He who lay upon the hay
So this Christmas look and see
And cherish the sweet memory
Of the babe born far away
On the first of Christmas days

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Actual Sin

Any willful thought, Word, Deed Or 
Omission contrary to the will of God


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What is hell

A condition of everlasting separation from Eternal God
The absolute absence of Eternal God


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Sources of Sin

7 Chief Sources known as 7 Capital or 7 Deadly Sins
Pride, Greed, Lust, Anger, Gluttony, Envy and Sloth or Laziness

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I see through my eyes visions from my face
Speculating dusk to dawn ! I see daylight
The crescent moon in the twilight sky subsided
Hues prominently spreading with the morning sun
I visualize! Beauty of color with a glare
With my iris - my pupil - I then solemnly stare
Gleaming! I glow ! I am positively mesmerized
Seeking those prominent skies each new born day
My elegant hand reaches with the root of its arm
The sun rays beaming in my eyes , I do trace
I look! At dawn each day at the beauteous sunrise
And love the lasting color of rays braised in the skies
The daylight hours of my morning sun
Building dreams hour by hour to pass each day
I saw God's eyes in the sun rays today
And may I lead each day of the morning hour
Looking up to the morning sun - beauteous of hue
Influencing me to inspire God's creations in you.
Therefore the visions I traced in my life I admire
Resemble beauty leaving memories marked in my soul
With the presence of the sun the warmth keeps me whole.
And the inspirations I influence shall the hues blossom
Always remembering each brand new day the sun may come.
Prominently gleaming for the eyes- to be mesmerized.

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A Mental and Spiritual Battle

I’ve fought through the dirt and the grit.
I’ve dusted off the hurt and attacked the culprit!

No more blood in my eyes and busted lips.
I begin to mentally exercise my craftsmanship.

There were many areas and all I did seemed to fail.
It was borderline hysteria, and I began to raise some hell!

There was shouting and screaming in my head, and I walked around with an attitude!
Maybe I was dreaming or possibly dead; but me and death began to feud!

The Grim Reaper fought a good fight. and I walked away with a spiritual bruise.
I fought between wrong and right, but in the end I refused to lose!

So as I dust off my shoulders and knees, I look forward to a new day
I overcame this spiritual disease and walked unscathed through Hell’s gateway!!

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Last Judgment

The last judgment will come
When Father Christ return in glory

4142014 CCC no. 1040

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Truth in which we cannot understand, Very revealed truth 
We should and often believe when proof of their existence


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The Skunk and The Porcupine

" The Skunk and The Porcupine ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Are 'So Cute' Little Creatures

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Have Protective, Projective Features

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Scuttle By Like Small, Inquisitive Seekers

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Have Effective - Weapon Reachers

Tho' One Has Its Own Swords of Battle Quills
The Other Has A Gas-Arsenal of Biological Spills

We Walk Around Them Like We're On A Mine Field
and Either - Both Can Make Us Run For The Hills! ...

Tho' One's A Prickly Recluse and One's A Reeker
Man & Beast Give Them Room (like they're both lil' stinkers)

In A Way, We Bow To Both Like They're Little Caesars
Both - Show GOD's Ability To Endow Combat Ready Teachers

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Without Saying A Word - They Are Loud Speakers

And Now Thank GOD & Be Glad Your DNA Is Neither
... The Skunk and The Porcupine

            Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/8/2014
                      by:  MoonBee  Canady

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A Sandy Survivor

A Sandy Survivor

Prayed to Lord I love again today,
What to everyone should I start to say?
So they won't worry when I reassert
I will have God remove all their hurt.

You are my Savior who I believe in;
Forever my friend have always been
By myself am certain cannot do it all
May make enemies and many appall. 

Up unto a good, fine man, I finally grew
Wondering about people's points of view
They never knew or saw things like me
While I wanted world much better to be.

They had given up and stopped thinking
Into deep rut did appear to be sinking
Both prejudice and bias were overcome by
While I stood here having not known why.

It came to me like a quick light in the night
My temptation off God helped me to fight
He taught that sin only causes alarm
And He can save me from all harm.

Said prayers and crucifix would kiss;
May be many things which I will miss
But God will be there at my very door
Knowing I am always worth waiting for.

Became Sandy Survivor saved by the Lord
If I were to lose everything I could afford
I know that He never will ever forget
As sun will rise and then soon does set.

After I had slept all through the night
And by Lord had been inspired to write
So with you this poem do want to share
For those desperate and in deep despair.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran

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Let Our Souls Survive

Let Our Souls Survive

Me, many people tried to impress
When they produced the Polar Express
Planned railroad train destined to go
To North Pole both you and I know.

Over and over would watch whole show
With animated characters going to and fro
Place in heart movie made and found
Right down to last song and sound.

You can see children in each car
North Pole is way off and very far
And ice and snow still stay all around
There is only silence without any sound.

Pretty soon wind has started to howl
And from tree branch can hear an owl
Hooting a sound and remaining alive
So glad God will let our souls survive.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Hope in the worldly chariots denies thee;
But faith in the Blood of Christ assures Life.

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My Mental, Spiritual Battle

I've fought through the dirt and grit.
I dusted off the hurt, and attacked the culprit!

No more blood in my eyes, and busted lips.
I begin to mentally exercise my craftsmanship.

There were many area's and all I seem to do is fail.
It was borderline hysteria and I begin to raise some hell!

There was shouting and screaming in my head, and I carried around an attitude.
Maybe I was dreaming or possibly dead, but me and death begin to feud!

The Grim Reaper fought a good fight, and I walked away with a spiritual bruise.
I fought between wrong and right, but in the end I refused to lose!

So as i dust off my shoulders and knees, I look forward to a new day.
I overcame this spiritual disease, and walked unscathed through hells gateway!!

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Give Him Grace

Give Him Grace

Rainbows in dark can never be seen
(Do they still exist in the dark?)
Or graces of God like grass so green
But if in dark about God begin to read
Fro all worries and bothers will be freed.

Next day when rainbow and dawn appear
What a wonderful day knowing God is near
And now we can read and feel God's sight
Thanks to the addition of an electric light.

Why don't God we really start to surprise?
All of His great things should start to utilize
Then God for me will always be my winner
Give Him grace before eating my each dinner.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Be A Beginner

Be A Beginner

If you happen to be some sinner,
What does it take to be a beginner?
God is both my beginning and ending
And so to you this poem I am sending.

I am not quite sure where I should start
And compared to God ain't very smart
After I have put on my smarty pants
Do you think God will give me a glance?

God's things are elemental yet essential
Not giving out treatment that is preferential
And primary point of all of His business
Is no one will He ever want to miss.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Inner Peace

Inner Peace

So by devil will ever be infested
When God's words you have digested
To take you on a path straight and narrow
Which is often traveled by a small sparrow.

Make God your guide and on Him rely
And as days and time go passing by
An hour would be nice or at least a minute
To allow God to always come in it.

Say a prayer and truly thankful be
Allow God to destroy all of the debris
As your long life continues to increase
He will award you with inner peace.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Labor In The Field

Some were hired at
the break of day, a
price to work the
Then others hired
each passing hour
and given the same

And when the eve was
drawing nigh the
Master with good
Looked out and saw
some in the streets
who yet were waiting

So then he went to
them and asked, "Why
have ye labored
They answered, "We
have not been hired
though labour we
have sought."

And so the Master
stretched his hand
and offered them the
Which gladly they
accepted and they
moved into the

But when the ones
who'd worked all day
came forth to claim
their pay,
They were offended
when the saw all had
received the same.

And they began to
murmur much, "Does
not the Master care"
"That we have
labored more than
they? This simply
isn't fair."

But then Master
stood and said,
"Good friend I've
done no wrong."
"Have not I paid as
we agreed? Is not my
word yet strong?"

And then he asked
the ones who felt
their payment was
"Is thine eye evil
because I'm good",
and silence filled
the air.

For they did not
appreciate the good
things they'd
received – 
The value of the
wage alone was all
that they could see.

They'd missed the
point of why they
worked. They never
gained the yield – 
The true joy that
comes to the souls
who labor in the

Ref: Matthew 20:

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Poem For Bishop's Visit

Poem for Bishop's Visit

Some things often seem tattered and scarred,
But should see how clean is church courtyard
After all of the hard work I just have done,
Proving my faith to Father and precious Son.

Pine straw was there so blew off everything
So into my life God and Son could bring
Who once wore scars on His each wrist
To be my savior, His Father did insist.

Those honorable Two in my life are now in
I will be saved from sin again and again
And also to add to this tremendous team
Along with Holy Ghost and now can redeem.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Name: jthorn5656; Password: soldierboy

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God Helped Me

God Helped Me

There are times when fools like I forget
God started sun to rise and let it set
Smoothed out what was my thick skin
And into my life let His love in.

God helped me write poems smoothly flowing
And always in right direction I am going
And after all my poems He had inspected
Gave Him credit for being produced and directed.

After writing more poems with much zeal
Before God I again will continue to kneel
Gave Him all my thanks along with praise
For His great grace which will truly amaze.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Have You All Heard

Have You All Heard?

Have you all heard the latest news?
My poems only receive a few reviews
For not reading what is perfect excuse?
And with the Trinity did declare a truce.

In my past have been days that are olden
Becoming great years which were golden
And as my frivolous future is now unfolding
Must confess what back I have been withholding.

On this wobbly world is little old me
And in Heaven one day is where I will be
That the number there is always three
Who I believe in and with totally agree.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Start A Scandal

Start A Scandal

I always like Episcopal life of the parish
It is something which we will cherish
Oh, and another thing I must mention
Priest is trying to draw your attention.

There are more things he likes to say
Like God and Jesus are the only way
If on brink to join church do twitter
We will even find you a babysitter.

Priest in all his efforts was persistent
Got us a great administrative assistant
With positive attitude of do or die
No wonder on her we can surely rely.

Also, my faith in God I did renew
While accepting vestry's point of view
You never need a security clearance
All they care about is church appearance.

Priest always prefers to and does refuse
In his great sermons, one of my poems use
On everything he has a complete handle
And is afraid my poems would start a scandal.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Holding Back

Holding Back

What back from me has God been holding?
Gates of heaven which are all golden
So where should story start and begin
God in Your heaven be sure to let me in.

My fine future finally did unfold
And even though I am growing old
God always greets me each and every day
When He did would show me His way.

I can't blame God and wasn't his fault
That my life has come to a complete halt
For very long time I have been living
Glad all of my sins You are still forgiving.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Instead Of

Instead Of

God knows for you what is the best
Here are some thoughts He did  suggest
Love your neighbor and renew each vow
He will be sure that you get by somehow.

You never, ever have to beg or borrow
Go ahead and pray today and tomorrow
And God's forgiveness be sure to ask for
His policy for all He has is an open door.

Into your life let God's light start to shine
Eat Son's bread followed by drinking wine
Instead of your life seeming so stagnant
It will become part of God's great pageant.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Scheme of Things

Scheme of Things

John wants everyone to walk in truth
And if you happen to have a sweet tooth
One of priest's sermons should listen to
Will liven you up so you won't feel blue.

No matter how hard we have tried
Must let God become our great guide
I may have to be much more direct
God will nurture, provide and protect.

On ballpoint pen that's the scheme of things
As I think about it much joy it brings
While in church with pin I was smitten
And another of God's poems I had written.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
This was inspired by "MEN OF GOD" pen.

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How Ironic

How Ironic

How ironic, had an impediment
And wherever I was it also went
Even some water or in a shower
Lasted all week than another hour.

One thing about it I did rejoice
Was never a variance in my voice
Never knew what was the matter
When singing would end being flatter.

Now God I know is quite a great Guy
Can always tell when you see symbol pi
Now voice is shrill and windows will shatter
And everyone around seems to scatter.

Implement is gone and started to behave
Didn't have to take it to my grave
Exist here in heaven and have heard
I am an angel flying free like a bird.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Help Me to Bloom

Help Me to Bloom

Fragrance of flowers was floating everywhere
And God created nature so we could all share
It will be among us each other and everyone
Day does begin at dawn and at dusk is done.

God will be in every church which we go to
Is in mind and imagination of me and you
Enter in each eye so we can start to see
Bright sun and also hear buzzing of a bee.

Much time to music will then try to devote
As a sound starts coming through our throat
And a song soon arriving beyond all belief
Stolen from God in the night being a thief.

What I should do is to say one more prayer;
God prepare me for my pain I have to bare;
Even if life seems sad and full of much gloom
Like flower you have made help me to bloom.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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Certain Things

Certain Things

There are certain things I wish I knew
Had Jesus really been born a Jew
Were wise men present when and where
And a great gift each one would bare.

Were some animals still real wide awake
Happened for God's pleasure and His sake
To save the world and even come again
But many hard times must have been.

Jesus never a thrown did he abdicate
Forty Days in seclusion He would wait
Tempted by devil and times were trying
Someday on cross he had to be dying.

Jesus with much pain would push on
Until back to heaven He was now gone
Pleased many people and saved them all
Who were waiting to hear God's call. 

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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Still Is Forgiving

till Is Forgiving

If only one more day I might live
And then again to God try to give
All things which were part of my past
From the first right down to very last.

All I remember had God's love in
And no matter where I ever had been
All of His great joy was surely there
And for me forever always did care.

To heaven will return soon someday 
God's greatness is there every which way
Now that in heaven I have been living
All those on earth He still is forgiving.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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A Derelict

Date: 2/25/2015 7:35:00 PM 

A Derelict

If in my religion I am not strict, 
I could end up becoming a derelict, 
Throughout life weaving back and forth, 
Wondering what Life is really worth. 

Soon wide path becomes narrow and straight, 
And forever for God I will wait;
Answered my prayers each and every one, 
Together with Jesus who is His Son. 

Jim Horn

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Far Better Life

A New Life

(Especially for Tom and Marg Smicklas)

Those poor kids who were at Columbine;
What if one had been my very mine;
Felt it in music Symphony just played
Thoughts and emotions they displayed.

The more of the music that I had heard
It reminded me of each and every word
Lincoln read at the Gettysburg Address
About sadness to God we did confess.

Soldiers charging bravely into battlefield
Full of strength and not wanting to yield
Against a brother action may have been,
Who he shall no longer ever see again.

Those students and soldiers who did die
Over and over for them continually cry
As they all soon heaven will enter in
A far better life they will all begin.

Shrouded sadness slowly passes away;
Still pray for them each night and day
We here on earth much pain must bare
Thinking of those high in heaven up there

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran