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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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No Greater Love

For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son; That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined. The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools, Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules. His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned, He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound. Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man; And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan. He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true, That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through. Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so; And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow. Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt, For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out. It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before; Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store. It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong. For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose. It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day, And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way. But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live. We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan. We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man. Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard, His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today; The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

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Slavery in Haiti

Haiti, the home of voodoo practices
Seventeenth Century Spain cedes to France
Catholic Spaniards trembled when they saw
“Dead” men revived to wander in trances

A vile poison can make men appear dead
Revival requires an antidote
But perhaps there is more to zombie lore
An explanation to why these souls woke

Brutally treated slaves worked sugar fields
Captives from Africa known as “Maroons”
As French aristocrats sat and grew fat
Blacks sweated for “sweets” in the tropic sun

Buried guilt deep at night still festers
For conscience is God’s gift to each man
Some may suppress it for just a short time
‘Til magical night envelopes the land

Spirits of those who were taken in chains
Are given by God a chance to rebel
Stalking the living in deathly pallor
Haunting their captors with visions of hell

“Zombifications,” Maroons erected
Spreading the horrors of slavery with anger
Showing the French what their evil produced
And putting their sanity in danger

So please put the voodoo dolls back on shelves
The needle-sharp pricks of remorse can sting
Enslaved Maroons prevail in heaven’s court
Our Creator’s eyes aren’t missing a thing

Magic, black or white, God sees no color
Love is bestowed on men of all races
And those who question the Lord’s intentions
Should look in the eyes of living-dead faces

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009

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The Merry Go Round of Earth

One half is submerged in light,
the other in darkness.
Half says goodnight and the other
tugs the harness.

Kids climb backyard trees tinged
with school bus yellow.
As lovers play hide and seek
in the nighttime meadow.

Training wheels lay abandoned -
youthful eyes bear cornea confidence.
The silver spokes whistle through copper leaves -
once in a lifetime decadence.

August stars say their last farewell
in glorious beelines.
Whilst wrinkled fingers grasp the moon
in delicious daytime.

A woman dressed in white walks down the aisle -
her father proudly flaunts.
As a preacher recites Scripture at a funeral:
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want...

A newborn's laugh lights the whole world up
with effortless ease.
Whilst a pair of liver-spotted legs
unbuckles its knees.

One takes the first step -
the other reaches the end of the line.
One is a wealth of wisdom -
and the other is a gift divine.

Tiny toes to caress the sand,
ashes to sprinkle in the sea -
as if Nature itself has read aloud
Ecclesiastes Three.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014

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That Still Small Voice

In still small voice you spoke to me
And whispered oh, so earnestly
“Be careful, child, this will not do
You wander far for pastures new…

Be careful, child, I know your heart
I know what lies in every part
Your longings only I can fill
And yet you go; I whisper still

Come back to me and be at peace
With me your every storm will cease
My child, you are my precious one
Why choose the night and not the SON!”

You spoke to me in a still small voice
But I still longed to make the choice
I wanted to feel wildly free
The one I hurt was only me

Yes, I got hurt when I denied
The truth you spoke, and so I cried
To keep me safe, you placed a hedge
You promised love in blood tinged pledge

The still small voice, I didn’t heed
My heart left bare to scar and bleed
And yet you whisper sweet to me
“I’m still here child, to set you free.

So long ago, I came to earth
You’ll soon be thinking of my birth
I left all heaven, just for you
I had to prove my love was true”

Your still small voice I can now hear
And though I’ve wandered, you are near
I hear you whisper to my heart
Lord, hold me close and never part

Eileen Manassian

Two key verses play a part in this prayer. One is a thought that I touched on in previous writes. God puts a hedge around those whom He loves to protect them...We sometimes choose to break down that hedge, and we suffer the consequences. 

Psalms 13: 5 - 6
You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.

Another thought is about how God speaks to us. He speaks to us through nature, though other believers, through His word, and sometimes...its that small voice that whispers in our ear. That's how it was with the prophet Elijah. He was afraid and was in hiding. God had plans for him. 

1 Kings 19:11-13New International Version (NIV)

11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

The King James Version mentions...a still small voice. Yes, He still speaks to us...but do we listen? 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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In the Dark Night Sky

In the Dark Night Sky

In the Dark Night Sky, a “Pale Moon” now arises suddenly, 
With clouds of ice sparkling in a frozen-cold ring around it; 
While your bright, rosy-cheeked face appears as a paste-like
Image of a grinning and laughing White Dwarf so happy!
A Million-Times-Brighter-Hell-Hot Supernova emerges now, 
With a colossal colored-array of jewels firmly fixed upon the
Trajectory of a brilliant star trailing and exploding its waves,
As it shakes its cosmic dust on all of your light-filled dreams! 

Divinity travels through my veins like warm blood free-flowing;
And as one radiant supercharged beauty kisses God’s very face,
She finds His divine and infinite picture—His view of our Cosmos,  
Where the souls of Mankind seek the final spirit of their being!
Wild Moon Dogs howl joyous echoes bouncing into an infinity, 
As they choose to dance to an ancient song of peace and love. 
This is the final message of the pale moon’s image cresting now
Lonely across the Dark Night Sky as it reflects God’s Starlight!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 17, 2015 
(Unrhymed Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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O Holy Night

O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
O holy night the inn was full,
A stable near at hand;
O night of prophecies fulfilled
When Caesar taxed the land.

O holy night the shepherds watched
Their flocks upon the field,
And, lo, the angel of the Lord
With glory was revealed.
"Fear not, behold, I bring to you
Good tidings full of joy;
For unto you is born this day
A Saviour as a boy."

Then suddenly the sky was lit
By angels filled with mirth,
Proclaiming glory unto God
And peace to all the earth.
The shepherds said among themselves,
"To Bethlehem we'll go;
For something great is come to pass
And this we wish to know."

They came and found the newborn babe
With Joseph and his bride;
When they had seen, this news they spread
Throughout the countryside,
And all that heard did wonder great
At things the shepherds told;
But Mary pondered all these things 
Within her heart of gold.

O holy night when God was praised,
O night when hope returned;
O night when angels spake aloud
And skies with glory burned:
O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid? 

~ Based on Luke 2:7-20 ~ 
~Written for "Here We Go A Caroling".~

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2012

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When God Calls Me Home

I would like to spill, What is harbored in my soul. I would like to say, Things that no one really knows. · I’d apologize to you, In a measurement beyond the stars. For not being there with you, Has left my soul this scar. · I’m reminded of the heartache, From that dreadful day. Of an ordinary time, When God took you away. · I would’ve quickly taken, The fate that you have faced. Than to see your children suffer, Savoring sorrows aftertaste. · If I had straps on my shoulders, Attached to an antique plow. You’d see deep ruts in the earth, From the weight I carry now. · I’m harvesting my burdens, In my open fields of pain. In the drought of happiness, Awaiting a smiling rain. · I’ve cultivated memories, From the 3 years you’ve been gone. Laying on glistening blades of grass, That I cried on sorrow’s lawn. · I reminisce on the tears, That only my heart knows. Waiting for bouquets of smiles, From the seeds I just now sowed. · I’m sorry you faced such madness, Without me along your side. And things could have been better, Perhaps you would have survived. · I’m sorry I didn’t call you, To distract your vivid mind. But I replay those what if’s, All the freakin’ time. · No one knows my heartache, Of not biding my goodbye. These are things I’ve harbored, Way down, deep inside. · It feels like you’d still be here, If I’d used my earthly power. I’m sorry for not distracting you, From your darkest hour. · This is a poem I had to write, To regain my inner control. And release my encumbers, To unburden my soul. · You will always be my best friend, A notion I’ll never condone. You know I’ll await your answer, When God calls me home. _________________________ For Christie and Sharon's "I'm Sorry" Contest

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

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A Brand New Leash for Me

I left your side not long ago,
To run on Heaven‘s fields.
I know you’ll miss me daily,
While writing poems on the hills.

With no farewells exchanged,
And no time to say goodbye.
I was gone before you knew it,
And only God knows why.

Though we parted company,
I’ll check in from up above.
The hardest thing to do,
Is to leave the ones I love.

I wish, I could take your pain,
As you drown in sorrow’s sea.
Don’t let the emptiness of death,
Take the place of me.

I know you’ll grieve me dearly,
And your secret tears will flow.
But as you face this sadness,
Your happiness will grow.

Whenever you feel lonely,
My memories’ll get you through.
Please continue pressing on,
Don’t fill your life with I miss you’s.

Whenever you’re in heaven,
Please know the love will last.
For everyday is the same,
There’s no longing for the past.

For some day on life’s long road,
You’ll hear God call your name.
And on that day you hear His voice,
Peace’ll be yours to claim.

And we will walk again,
Up on these glistening fields.
And you can write your poems,
With me at your heels.

And when your life is over,
And God sets you free.
He will hand your loving hand, 
A brand new leash for me.

For my late dog and Constance's
All Pets Go to Heaven Contest

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

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You can see the little corner of light,
back behind the shadowing cloud.
  If man were not so self-centered,
  we would recognize that which is so proud.

  When I see the epic sky above
  the land so stark and alone.
I see the hand of the Lord
Overshadowing all that has been done.

The strength of His hand is there to see
if you will look with both heart and eyes.
  His fingers cover the entire sky
  as we await the rains of His surprise.

  His hand out stretched to cover all the earth
  from horizon to horizon above.
Guarding the world He has made
in His abundant love.

When I see the power of His greatness
in this epic show of His hand.
  I think of the wonders that await
  for us, how they must be so grand.

  I feel sorry for those who do not believe  
  in Him or His Son.
But where would power so great be
had He not said, "Let it be done"!

For in these images that we see
we can feel the strength of a mighty rod.
  More than that in this epic I not only see,
  I feel the hand of God.

for: Epic Picture Contest - Picture #2

Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015

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Zolar the Inet God

(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the bottle of cinnamon whiskey
tantalizingly low, and my feet swelling above my anklets.
So I was snippy one might say, zippy, flipping with zee...

from one screen to the next, oops, forgot! Poor Usain Bolt!
Yes, I took it out upon him. Dressed him first in bouncy hearts
cruel, I admit, and then purposefully fried him, let him float,
banged him, tripped him, let the sloth dine, and let out a fart.

Crude, I admit. Let's blame it on the tea, shall we? "I say not."
I sat up. Who had spoken to little old me, an old lady too weak
for any great villian with a booming voice. I blew out my snot,
found my glasses and good grief! The speaker made of teak.

Pseudo teak, my stereo a bit old. But leaning against the wall
fruity-kins wearing leotards when he should not, the belly
like a spiked watermelon. I admit I considered a sip at neck gall
but got turned off by papaya thighs, arms turned banana jelly.

Who are you, I squeaked, smushing low to hide like a flea.
"Zolar, the Inet God. Say, I wonder, are you  a high roller?"
No, no, said I. No bingo, no slots, no high stake poker, just see...
"See? I see far too well. You let my buddy Usain go polar."

Tee hee. Just, um, fun and games. How about a nice slushy?
Yes, I admit it. With such as he, I couldn't help but imagine
giving a blender whirr, a smash and splash, sort of plushy.
With glee whee, off went vellux and I set to the kitchen.

The rum was old and watery, the vodka scummy at collar
and all went crash. Imagine the horror if you will, foot rot
 in my fine spirits? My hoover sucked it without bother
and when I examined residue, found crumbs, hairs and a dot

of mushy raisins. So I googled on my phone  with askance
how purify spirits? Zolar suggested kindly, "Try a colander."
A genius of the mash, a nonpariel of the objective chance.
My mind turned to such grater things I made my first blunder.

Who'd believe a fresh market reject could move with alacrity
I swung a hammer, missed his head, slipped on the slick floor.
The recoil hit my head, and I bled red vintage, singing a ditty,
Oh me, oh my. I'm gonna cry, while Zolar went out the door.

Not leaving my just desserts to chance, I slipped and slithered
rubbed my foot rot, and hopped after him, butcher knife in hand.
A beep from my iPhone and away he dodged, while I dithered
leading me, up, up and out to where it rained to beat the band.

It hit me then, just get close enough to hug Zolar, then push
he must have read my mind because he darted and I flew
head over heels, but thankfully over a branch like a lush
who did okay on the acrobatic bars, hair tangling in dew

covered maple leaves and my dismount worthy of a ten.
I mucked toward my door,  my bare feet covered with mud
I opened the door, except it was locked, no window open.
I checked my pockets, found a lighter, snapped, a dud.

No phone, can you imagine? Even Usain Bolt wouldn't recover
such blasphemy as rain, muck, and maniac fruit without zen.
I now had an axe to grind and a green house to uncover.
My thirst now absurd, my mind stuck on might have been

I raged, thrashed through cabinets, seeking a bottle once stored
and found it. Amen. I uncapped it, took a deep swallow
Hot. Hot, hot! Immediately I upchucked, help me I implored
to the God of the Inet, Oh Zolar, call 911, don't let me wallow

It's cold, wet, dark and mucky, and here I'm all upchucky
I pounded on doors, they'd open, snap a flash then close
oh, woe, woe. I clutched my head, my throat, I'm ever so unlucky
to wish to slip into slushy and end up posted before repose.

A siren in the night grew and grew, then flashed beside me
a voice said, "Ma'am? Can you hold it right there, put your hands
overhead?" Sure, but bladder being bad I couldn't stop my wee wee
from dribbling down my leg, then my feet slipped unplanned.

That's how the news pictured me, along with neighborhood
postings, feet all asply, a phew of urine and of whiskey,
my hair filled with leaves, eyes black and blue, and would
you believe it? My hand rests on watermelon, me unable to flee.

I never go near the iNet, never search out or  bash Usain Bolt.
The night of Zolar in mind, I even gave up cinnamon whiskey.
Because a fruit in hand is better than an axe to grind or a volt
from lightning, with tush grounded and no vellux to cover me.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014

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BC Had Greatness

B.C. has been the acronym applied 
for all events before out dear Lord’s birth.
Who knew another god would change the tide
and wield a power of great global worth?

To what do I refer? Or have you guessed
the god to which we each now bow our head?
No matter our religion, all are blessed
with this thing vital as our daily bread.

It took away the jobs of common men
and gave new jobs to geeks. You now must know
this god of our new world, who loves all sin
as well as good, has nothing it won’t show!

I think “Before Computers” seems a way
to say A.D.  became a new B.C.
Now things have changed so much that I would say
that my own past is ancient history!

Before Computers, life was not so fast,
and even in the 90’s I could keep
abreast of news and make my free time last.
High-tech today both makes me thrill and weep!

More time for family, a slowed down pace,
more time for God; I weep for things we’ve lost.
yet thrilled am I to see the human race
now bonding. But we do it at what cost?

Our children growing lazy, rude, and fat
and less connected, addicts to a phone!
To play outside. . . . Do you remember that?
B.C. meant doing more things on your own.

With jobs, our kids and all our lives at stake,
we now embrace our new computer age,.
Omitting our true God is the mistake
that might well do us in; we must be sage!

Recall the values getting left behind
as into this computer age we cruise.
Look back to decades past and you will find
B.C. had greatness that we must not lose.

For Deb's Contest (B.C. = Before Computers)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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God's Kind Of Poetry

His poetry written since the beginning of time
Not in mere words did he inscribe his love
But in the natural world and the human heart
It is the perfection of earth and skies above

The hills and the fish ,the eagle that soars
Deep oceans, great plains and grand woods
The music of breezes moving through  grass
And  the whisper of love from those we adore

Each one a chapter in his great book of life
I believe this is one way he chose to speak
Gifts given  freely throughout our eternity
Look, for in nature perhaps the answers we seek…..

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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Hours of Peace

Hours of Peace

The night is still, and all asleep,
   while the Moon shines on land and sea.
All creatures now their silence keep;
   for this day, dear God, we thank Thee.

The water's calm, and flowers bow
   their sleepy heads; the day was long.
For every leaf is tired now,
   and every bird has lost his song.

Nature sleeps through the quiet night,
   as God with watchful eye will see,
that nothing will disturb the light
   the heavens cast on land and sea.

No, this slumber is not a dream,
   but the end of another day.
As all is lit by the moonbeam,
   our troubles and cares fly away.

Thank God for these hours of peace,
   for later all things will arise.
The glow of Moon and stars will cease,
   another source will light the skies.

This star will rise and warm the Earth,
   birds will sing in a joyful way;
For the sunrise will now give birth,
   to a happy and brand new day.

We ask Thee God to bless this day,
   as we toil and work with might.
Keep us away from sin we pray,
   so we may rest again tonight.

So we may rest again tonight,
   as God with watchful eye will see,
that nothing will disturb the light
   the heavens cast on land and sea.

Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Night Silence
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 06/13/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Simply Beautiful #2
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 04/19/2015


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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He turns away from me to say goodbye
Quivering not, I felt a damn alone
While the night raven screeches up high
As crystal tears bleed of why, down the bones.

Somehow, a dove climbs on my lap, to show
How the moon rises as new flowers glide;
While Heaven awaits starlight's afterglow
Enshrining this moment where peace abides.

Gail Doyle's Finding God Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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My Heart is Amazed

My heart is amazed by His boundless compassion
My heart is in awe of the love of the Lord
The hand of His mercy endureth forever
What riches of kindness in heaven are stored!

My heart is amazed at the sight of creation
My heart is in awe of the works of the King
The fountains and river, the depth of the ocean,
The rock and the trees of His greatness shall sing!

My heart is amazed on the height of the mountain
My heart is in awe of the stars in the sky
Unmoving, unchanging, the Lord is eternal
Though years of the mortal so quickly fly by

My heart is amazed by the lamb and the lion
My heart is in awe of the birds in the air
Created for man by the hands of the Master
The heights and the depths of his dwelling to share

My heart is amazed by the King of the nations
My heart is in awe of His death on the tree
The Lamb that was Slain, by the word of the Father
Arose from the grave my Redeemer to be!

-- By Isaiah Zerbst-   Feb 9, 2013 - metre --

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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What Dad Taught Me

Blow on a dandelion and wish
God's parachutes, my dad would say
Then fold your hands, whisper a prayer
And watch them as they float away

You can say anything to God
So talk to Him like He's your friend
God answers all our prayers, sweet girl
Because His love will never end

God cares for us, and He is wise
He knows what's right and just and true
The Lord may say the time is right
And in His grace, say yes to you

But though you may not understand
Sweet child, believe the Lord knows best
So do not be surprised sometimes
If He says no to your request

So dear, give thanks for all His gifts
Both granted and to those denied
For you never really can go wrong
If you trust Him to be your guide

Copyright © Andrea Doherty | Year Posted 2015

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God's Open Door

Christ Jesus our Savior is waiting for you.
His door stands open wide.
Won't you accept His invitation,
to come and walk inside.

It's sinner's like you and me,
He gave His life to save.
Not one of us is worthy,
but our sins were covered at His grave.

And don't think good people go to heaven.
Because not one of us is good enough,
despite the good deeds that we do,
we're still all sinner's, through and through!

Yet, His saving grace is there for us.
No matter where we are,
or what we've done,
His arms reach out to everyone.

There is no entrance fee to pay.
Just say, Lord Jesus, show me The Way.
And when you enter into God's open door,
you'll hear all heaven's welcome roar.

Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014

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O Immanuel from heaven
Thy God's name is in thy name
The spirits of Jah are seven
His Word spreads abroad thy fame

Like manna sent for His nation
True bread came down from above
The Logos brings mankind salvation
Thou hast sent as proof thy dove

The warrior king takes his station
Jah's angels are at his side
At the judgment of Armageddon
God's lamb will now soon preside

A thousand years of true justice
A thousand years of real peace
A thousand years of sure bliss
Righteousness on the increase

The Vindication now complete
Sanctification of the NAME
Thy faithfulness stands replete
Forever wilt Thou remain

*Bonus poem


The sacred name Thou had taken unto Thyself
and then revealed to the sons of men,
sages long ago concealed and placed on a shelf
out of fear, lest it be used in vain.

But Thy beauteous name Thou would set unchained
from the shackles of superstition,
for in Thy Holy Word it was clearly ordained-
truth would triumph over tradition.

For the sake of Thy name didst Thy Son take a chance,
boldly proclaiming to everyone.
Yea, before the end of these days of ignorance
the light must shine as the noonday sun.

Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016

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A Letter to My Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart that time,
The Great Healer, cannot repair.
Your going has left a hole in my existence
That forever and beyond will not heal,
A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness,
A hole through which all the goodness,
All the kindness of you is slipping through.
You were my sounding board.
Trite ideas offered, came back
Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling.
Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser.
Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy
Of you, my beloved son.
I go on now as you would have me do,
Searching in Nature for the joy 
You found in its wonders.
Hearing bird songs with your ears,
Relating to others with your empathetic instincts.
Striving, ever striving to be the person
And mother that you believed me to be
And never letting your memory grow dim
For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed.

You came into this world with a wisdom
That did not come from me.
I thank God each day for His lending you to me
For the time that I had you near
And I cling to His promise
That I will see you again.

I could not tell from whence you came,
Born with a wisdom that did not come from me,
And I do not know where you have gone,
Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity.

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A Letter to my Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart
That Time, that great healer cannot repair.
Your going  left  space in my existence
That forever and more will still be there.

Ever expanding from it nothingness
A hole from which your goodness has slipped through.
The kindnesses you wore as a halo
Have disappeared as well since I lost you.

I used you as a sounding boad to measure
The wisdom and the beauty of the world.
Your ideas were so clear and brilliant,
Through you my own best aptitudes unfurled.

I'm trying to live up to your standards.
I want to be more worthy of you, Son.
You told me once I was the perfect mother,
And with you life was such a lot of fun.

I thank God every day for loan of you.
The time we had was more than worth the pain.
And now I'm clinging tight to his promise
That some day I will see you once again. 

I do not know from whence you came,
Blessed with wisdom  that did not come from me.
Each day I pray I know where you have gone;
Taking my heart into Eternity.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009

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Rooted in Christ

Follow Jesus, read His Word,
Make straight paths for your feet.
Trust in Him, He is Sovereign LORD,
And His Truth is the light you'll meet.

Without His Word there is no fruit,
For it is the bread of our soul.
He is the Vine, our spirit's Root
His Power makes us whole.

Let us not stumble, lose our way,
We must stand on solid ground.
Strive to read the Bible each day,
It is there where Truth is found.

All rights reserved ~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~05.28.15
"The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul.
The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple.
The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes.
The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever.
The decrees of the Lord are firm, and all of them are righteous."
Psalm 19:7- (NIV

Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2015

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Neptune and Pele

Pele shared her rage; passionate she boiled
For her love feisty, my Ke aloha 
Sweet ocean, caress... pilialoha
Massaging her beach, my waves gently toiled.

 Are you my niece, love? Young Vulcan’s sister? 
Answering, she said,  “Come… E kipa mai! 
 Who are you, Kahu? Tell me… be not shy. 
 Neptune, god of sea,  said I, and kissed her.

 Kamapua’a! Stay back… no, I say! 
Spewing fire, she spurned my advances kind
So gently, gently, I touched her face, mind,
But her heart was fire, unquenchable lei- 

Lani my brother’s, she must be my niece!
 Have you fled west, from Olympian mount? 
 Haumea’s child you’ll not me surmount!   
I honoured her account, to keep the peace.

 You are of Na-maka-o-kaha’i! 
 Her husband is passed, our quarrel should, too! 
 I know her not, sweet, as the ocean’s blue! 
 I know you I desire! Ask me not why. 

She quivered, then broke, then asked me again,
In her voice, thunder, in her eyes, mother,
She, land creator, began to stutter,
 Who are you, truly? Are you foe… or friend? 

 Suitor, I am, and passionately ask 
 Here in my waves, where love steamy rages, 
 Share with me fire, inscribe my soul’s pages. 
 May I, dear beauty, in your passion, bask?

 Akua akamai… Aloha Kai 
She softened,  Would you love? Blaze? Ignite? Scorch? 
 My love burns suitors… molten earth, my torch  
 Or would you, Neptune, far from my shores fly? 

I chuckled,  Beauty! You cannot harm me! 
 Water does not burn, rather heals... with touch 
 I see your pain, but I can teach you much! 
Then offered with grace my humility.

The goddess and god, the water and fire,
We offered each other a little death
For life lived unbared had run out of breath
We split continents with wanton desire

Her passion cascade, in waves black and red
She showered upon cerulean fleece
For I had dressed in brilliance for release;
Mariana’s depths, my passionate bed.

The earth quaked in fear, mighty tsunami
Warned mortals to flee! Intoxicated,
Our passions extreme. I, Neptune, sated
The capricious Pele, ma’alili.

She simmers, now, the dormancy she braves
That nani moana would trill her shore
Sleepless, as crashing surf promises more
Of passionate storms and amorous waves.


Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015

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My Valentine

Another Sweetheart’s Day my love
And once again I am alone.
No loving message in the mail
No whispered words by way of phone.

At forty-one, God took you home
You have been gone for fifty years.
The grass grows lushly on your grave.
I place my flowers and shed my tears.

I ask this question every day
And wonder why God planned it so
Why I should live and you should die.
In God’s own time, he’ll let us know. 

You said you’d be my love until 
My chestnut locks had turned to white.
I hug the promise that you gave.
It keeps me warm the whole cold night.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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He's The Truth You Need Today

No man was born perfect here on earth,
Adam was one but he fell into sin.
All men in the image of God from birth
Bore this sin curse, as it has always been.

All men like sheep have gone astray
Each to his own will, made his choice.
Man's heart bent to evil in every way
So far from God, he refused His voice.

But God loved Man so that in His Goodness
Sent His own Son to redeem him on the Cross.
Sin held Man captive in deceitfulness
Jesus was the Perfect Price paid for his loss.

Not all men can call God their "God",
But only those reborn through His Spirit.
Those who believe they were bought by Christ's Blood,
Are His children marked with His Seal and Deposit.

Some want the Truth but cannot handle it,
If all men were perfect, we won't need a Savior.
Every man is a sinner, the truth we must admit-
No one is perfect, that's what the Cross was for!

Today there's a choice each one must make:
To repent of one's sins, to believe in Jesus.
Faith and repentance is all it will take
To receive the Gift of new life that's so precious!

It's appointed unto Man to die once, then Judgment.
Heaven and Hell are real,  just seconds away.
Trust God's Word that in His Love, Christ was sent
To die for imperfect you....He's the Truth you need today!

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.24.16

"For God so loved the world that He gave His one
and only Son,  that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish 
but have everlasting life."  
(John 3:16)

"At one time we too were foolish, disobedient, deceived and enslaved by all kinds of passions and pleasures. We lived in malice and envy, being hated and hating one another. 

But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared,  He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of His mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit,  Whom He poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior,  so that, having been justified by His grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life."
(Titus 3:3-7)

Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2016

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I Wasn't Alone

There on that bench, here in this park
Was where I met God, alone in the dark.
He wasn’t adorned with riches galore.
He was a pauper man, not needing more.

He sat with me then, as I was so scared.
Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair.
Separated from family, didn’t know where to go
I sat on the bench and waited there so.

Along came this man, scared of him I was
Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because
He spoke with a tone and offered a hand,
A sign to me that he would understand.

I told him my story. He said not to fear.
He’d stay with me until family was near.
I felt reassured and safe as could be.
His warm soft voice, it blanketed me.

Then in the distance, my dad had appeared.
He was right all along, I had nothing to fear.
My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight.
I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight.

He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure.
When I turned my head, he wasn’t there anymore.
I looked at my dad and told him of my tale
He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale.

He said, “Son when you need him, God does appear.
It’s not very strange that He was right here.
He serves and protects and loves us all much.
I believe He was here and gave you His touch.”

I was amazed at those words that my father said.
I couldn’t wait to go home and pray at my bed.
“Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do.
You sent me a savior and that savior was You.

You reached to this child, protected this night.
You offered him hope and provided light.
You took away his fear and made him feel warm.
Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm.

Thank you.”

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008

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Sweet Pasture Picture

Within these vast and roofless hallowed halls 
Under skies holding clouds like distant smoke. 
Beyond heaving hills sunlight fades and falls. 
Stands a solitary, grand, majestic oak. 

As this great oak's shadow looms far and fast 
Stretching as light of evening turns to shade. 
Colors red and yellow soft clear as glass. 
A moment's view this picture God has made.

In Heaven gold and silver will be His grass. 
His love is extended beauty's center piece. 
Not briefly, but eternally beauty shall last. 
Heaven's pasture with light, sweet joy, and peace. 

Theo artist have tried with word, oil and stone 
To recreate which God to all men give
No canvas or sculpture shall ever clone 
Beauty of both pastures where we may live. 

Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007

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In Heaven with the Lord

Three years have almost passed,
  Since God called you both home.
He summoned you untimely,
  Up to Thy golden throne.

Kayla Brianne and Elijah Kyle,
  Were both their names to be.
But God had other plans,
  And brought them to Thy glory.

Though time is filled with sorrow,
  There are things to be thankful for.
For Kayla Brianne and Elijah Kyle.
  Are up in heaven with the Lord.

Dedicated to Cody and Brandlynn Young,
two fellow soupers who lost two children.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

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God called Nathan Home

On January 5th 1992,
  God whispered in Nathan’s ear.
Oh, it seems like yesterday,
  But it’s been seventeen years.

God came into the hospital,
  And clutched him to Thy chest.
To accompany his little soul,
  Onto his heavenly quest.

Before he parted earth,
  And left for the above.
He felt his father’s warmth,
  And heard his mother’s love.

And after all this sadness,
  A place in heaven is our reward.
For Nathan is safe and sound,
  Up with the Lord of Lords.

Though he left you as an infant,
  Up in heaven he has grown.
For today’s the anniversary,
  That God called Nathan home.

This is for Gary and Elizabeth Reese,
I have written you a poem from my 
Heart to yours, may God bless you 
and Happy New Year...Raul

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

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Eternal light

With peace and love 
I kneel a lamb 
possessed by the wolf 
within my own darkness howls

A son of the Father 
Bowing the head to his mercy 
Grace in shame a sinner weeps 
who bit from the forbidden fruit 

Knowing it's agony 
in the garden of life's sufferings
Seeking his forgiveness 
Oh Most Holy Lord 

Always you dwell God most high 
Almighty inside the heart
Light of Our Creator 
there is no good inside 

Dark nights of a soul's pain
tears of remembrance 
As you sit with me alone 
I grow stronger in faith

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

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A granddaughter is a joy
a real genuine treasure,
to make the heart sing
with unequaled pleasure.

Her smile can brighten
the gloomiest afternoon.
In her sweet presence
my heart becomes immune

to trouble or sorrow,
defeat or decline.
In her, so clearly,
we see God's design.    

A grandson fills the gap
and completes God's plan.
In his face, I catch 
a  glimpse of the man.

His smile brings sunshine,
love defines his embrace.
My load becomes lighter,
worry's gone without a trace.

He will always hold
a large chunk of my heart.
No force can alter our
bond, it's off the chart.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014