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A Special Needs Hero

Young and pretty, living a normal life
Suddenly her world would never be the same
Her lovely boy born with special needs
Her daily life now the toughest of games

She carries on with her head held high
Having a career, still being his mother
Constantly dealing with medical issues
Yet she would not change him for another

Nurses and doctors fill her daily life
Fighting for the services that he needs
Never one complaint does she voice
Knowing not where his path will lead

A special soul; accepting the hand dealt 
My admiration for this woman so deeply felt…..





note---
I am privileged to be one of his nurses...I have never seen a stronger
more dedicated mother..

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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Andrea the POETESS

Three dozen Roses, Red ,Yellow and White
To show my affection for POETIC insight
Her Quilled POETRY : Inspirations; ignite
The Pen in my hand as I write through the night

When words from her Heart, in a new POEM appear
I read it twice over 'til message is clear
The image so vivid as Roses "Pure" White
My mind carries her words in Dreams through the night

I wake up refreshed, with a pen in my hand
Thank-YOU Andrea Dietrich; I now understand
I will shout to the World; throughout the whole land
With a feeble Tribute to make YOU feel Grand

As my pen tries to emulate YOUR Talented Quill
Roses for Andrea and Her POETRY skill
     
Inspired by the Contest "A Soup member worthy of a Tribute"
                     Sponsored by " Richard Lamoureux " 

                   Dedicated to  the LOVELY POETESS
                              " ANDREA DIETRICH "

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013

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CHRISTMAS GIFTS

Christmas time was lonely for this young boy.
He lived a homeless life upon the street
Remembering before, when life held joy,
Inside, warm and cozy near a hearth's heat.
Snowmen always seemed to share such delight
That he thought he would build one near each home,
Maybe joining in a fun snowball fight,
Always creating snowmen in the gloam;
Sweet surprise for families unaware.

Giving the only gift he could think of
In building each snowman he took such care,
For it was his kind way to share his love.
These gifts brought him such happiness to see
Smiles upon surprised faces filled with glee.

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

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Painted Echoes

A wash of gold adorns the westward sky
as waning light departs a summer’s eve;
in readiness to roost, crows cease to fly
and seek their resting place among the leaves.

Past toasted rooftops, twilight bids the sun
must softly slip away to realms afar,
with liquid grace, sun-kisses fall undone            
and drench the dusk in honey-toned memoir.

Time lengthened shadows whisper to the moon,
enticing her to wear her slender smile.
With reticence, she answers to their tune,
enriching night’s black canvass for a while…

still wearing notes of summer-sweet bouquet,
recalled from painted echoes of the day.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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Hawaiian Sunset

I'm standing beside an old wind bent palm tree
with coconuts laying all around me
looking out over the gentle blue green sea
feeling the warm trade winds upon my face
white billowing clouds seem to be suspended
by silver threads in the evening sky
as the blood red orange sun seems to set into the sea
and the sky is painted by firelight
I know in this moment of time
the universe was created perfectly as it should be 
and if you find me here alone
know that I am not lonely

Dennis Davis

this poem is dedicated to a very special lady 
Cheryl Lewis who inspired me to write this poem

Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2010

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If Love Does Not Live (Sonnet for Celene Crescent)

If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;

If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!

Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:

Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!



Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010

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Paradise My Sweetest Love

My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!


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© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
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5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest. 
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008

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Perseverance

Perseverance

When there is nothing else left to pursue, 
As each solution is rendered worthless,
And defeat appears certain to ensue,
My arrogance asserts it is hopeless.

Frustrated I ponder about science,
Probing relentless through every option,
In despair the novel goads my conscience 
But my skills warn against its adoption.

Now the impasse dictates I should refrain.
Discouraged I attempt to hide my rile,
As all ideas are randomly slain,
That’s when logic resolves it is futile.

Then, my soul softly murmurs “persevere,
Divine intervention you must revere”.

Written by: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 10.01.2014
Contest: A Hunt for Inspiration - rated 2nd
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2014

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If Ever


If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke

If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find

If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity

I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...





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--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)



**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)....it's looking better now, thank you!!

again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)

Copyright © binibining P.iNk | Year Posted 2012

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Oceanic Blues

How grand it is when blue sky meets the sea,
may sky and sand and water ever be,
reflected in this topsy-turvy lea.
Oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Will you meet me where the foam froths and roils,
where waves pound upon glistening soil,
and seagull's squawk in mismatched harmony;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Sea tossed, the dross shines upon the strand. 
Gemstones are born, where the sky meets the land.
meet me down by the rush of lulling sea;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.

Here we will lie for all eternity,
with life and death, and our love of the sea.

Scenic Point by Robert Butler

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

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Happy Birthday Jenny (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Hope your big day brings you plenty
Keep a bright smile all the way
Your mom sings your praises today

Soon you will be driving to school
Don’t forget to follow the rules
Enjoy your day with a buffet
Your mom sings your praises today

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Don’t forget to save your pennies
Wish on a star on your great day
Your mom sings your praises today

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Your mom sings your praises today

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

This is for the the daughter of our own poetess, Kathy.

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase 
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza.  Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 
poem.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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Inspired by Frederic Parker's Without Lament - POTD 18 October 2015


Kim Patrice Nunez
19 October 2015


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Down Where The Roses Bloom

Down where roses bloom in the month of June
The scented petals will mature and fall
Carried by zephrys of spring like balloons
Those petals in the wind over land sprawl

Pale pink petals carried away to land 
With a gental touch of kindness caress
The spring grasses with a delicate hand
Courteous as it lands with politesse

Each petal waits in turn to fly away
Their patience is long, each holds 'til time
They then 'pon the wind float and not betray
The Spirit within which is one sublime

Down where the roses bloom may the fruit grow
Let love lead as petals upon wind flow  

Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Petals In The Wind
Written this 23rd day of January 2013
Written by: Sara Kendrick

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

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NIGHTINGALE'S SOUL LIGHTS

NIGHTINGALE'S SOUL LIGHTS Plain spotless uniform so pure and white Modest neat gear rendering tender loving fight Day, night 'till wee hours, eyes a must wide awake Extending a hand, shaking off all aches Tiptoeing like a sly in and out of rooms Dim ~ quiet same as white garden tombs Grace under pressure upon first newborn's cry Wiping tears from a gentle old man's dying eye Evenings so dark and mornings so bright Everyday a nurse sees life kaleidoscope lights Despite some voice rudeness to foul remarks Kindness,her soul's sweet perfume, larks A nurse appears unfeeling firm when mankind bleeds Within her are hidden soft golden beauty deeds (c) 11:47pm July 06, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2009

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Gratitude

The pool grows green through the leaf cover.
Large pears hang upon ancient tree.
Mocking Bird sings chanting to his lover;
As the dew sparkles, like water in the sea.

Crepe Myrtle has turned red how time has passed.
Moma admired some trees said they were pretty.
Daddy dug up  a few runners, oh! memories from past.
In most things, think of daddy how witty__

Daddy brought (them) here to brighten moma's life
To give her something pretty to enjoy.
Today I enjoy them, this is reallife.
Now as I look at them they are my buoy

Clouds are coming in hiding the sun rays
But their light and life brightens my days_

For Nancy's contest;

Contest name: Gratitude

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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Happy Birthday

Each day marks an earthly rotation full; The ascending sun warms, and setting cools. This day is pinnacle, hence above all; Our star’s broadening smile turns to you. Life beacons thy pleasure for things as such: The love-sick bird and sweet whispering gale. To exist is chance—yearns cherishing much; For it is rare a human knows its luck. Seize this day with vigour—it is quite yours, (‘Though the seizing of days ought be common). Search for the willing, you’ll find them in scores— The persons willing: rejoice by side you. Happy Birthday is all I wish to add, Along with the regards of a young lad!

Copyright © Alfred Wilmot | Year Posted 2011

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The Deadest Hope In The World

The Deadest Hope In The World


The deadest hope in the world to hold
To be truly youthful when one is old
To race about with eager quickened pace
Innocent smile upon a softened face,
Willing hands to love yet again,
The envy of many fellow jealous men
A finer vessel sleek, pure and true
Lady of charm dancing along with you!

Adorned with steadfast heroic words,
Flying free of earth like the birds,
Wandering into majesty of the clouds
Far away from teeming earthbound crowds
A God sailing alone in the night sky,
Enjoying a blessing, not asking why!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015

A sonnet, simply because I have not written one in a while..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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With Him - The Ameri- Sonnet

~With Him~
(Ameri-Sonnet)


God's planning something for you
Right now He is at your side
Nothing is hard for Him too
In bad times He'll be your guide

Always keep  faith love and hope
Give problems to him you'll   see
He'll rescue you,  help you cope
With Him anything can be

He knows you and cares for you
Best for you  He has in mind
God loves you and that's so true
Seek and His grace you can find

Read God's word and you can grow
He's the savior and that's so.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011



October.27.2015


~Author's Notes:

"Ameri-Sonnet" is a poetry style created by Richard W. Jenkins.





Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Waterflow

Waterflow

 Water falls in drops of liquid pearl
 Landing on my head first
 Then down my nose and my shoulders
 Dripping down my members.

 In thirst I lift my head up to drink
 The water descends cleansing
 Taking in its flow all the toxins
 And leaves a revived sense of being.

 The words You softly whisper in my mind
 Are like water of the purest kind
 They take away my fears at night
 And make me feel so alive.

 For Your love is like a spring of life
 That ever flows from on high.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright Nov. 2011

Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011

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Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam

Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam

Black death among the shadows did roam
deep in solitude its power reigns.
Nowhere and everywhere it calls sweet home
and always its appearance brings pains.

Through fords, over mountains into gentle seas
fate sends its messenger in a black shroud.
Never to be stopped by the many crying pleas
or women moaning and wailing out loud.

Its only victorious foe, the light of eternal life
where our Redeemer's truth and divine love grows.
Delivering us from depths of misery and strife,
brought by suffering from fear of death's throes.

Black death among the shadows does gaily roam
Yet tis forever forbidden in God's sweet home.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2016

Note--- INSPIRED BY A THREE POEMS READ THIS MORN.. 
My thanks goes to these three great poets for the inspiration
to write this sonnet this morn-- Peter Duggan, Lin Lane and Seeker..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Sweetly Fragrant

Sitting under the pale pink running rose
At the end of a beautiful Autumn Day
Searching for inspirational sonnet to compose
For my love who lives in heaven's  way

To me He's like a honeysuckle vine
Blooming in the month of May
Sweetly fragrant essence among the pines
He's like the gold of mountains that's refine

To me He's like the babbling brook
Sweetly singing in tune
For everything in heaven He forsook
Fo prove His love for me is beyond the moon

Words cannot describe my love for Him
But daily I'll try to draw close in His realm

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

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How Fine Life Is To Man, When His Crops Are All Green

How Fine Life Is To man, When His Crops Are All Green

Yesteryear, I saw grapes hanging heavy on the vines
Such bounty was not all, bright where the windy pines.
Green the grass grew, fodder for all of mankind,
How I wish I knew, that righteous path to again find.

Beyond that past scene, rests solace in future hope
Life soft and less mean, no bad seen in my horoscope.
Another Spring giving joy, gentle winds in my sail,
Happiness for my little boy, treasures he can retell.

With that thought, I can find another gentle peace!

Today my heart raced on again, into its new scene.
How fine life is to man, when his crops are all green.
Music reaches into his heart, dancing into his soul.
He rises in joy's restart, entering his blessed new role.

With that thought, I can find another sweet release!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-22-2016

My new sonnet form.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Sonnet Of Worship

I worship you for the plan made for me
From the beginning you knew the tree
The sun, moon, stars nestled at height just right
An atmosphere that surrounds with good light

Through the centuries you knew when to come
To redeem humanity and touch man some
Bringing hope to a lost and dying world
With your teachings, blood, sweat, tears earth did swirl

The guider, comforter, holder of my heart
Omniscience, all knowledge from the very start
Capturing my heart with all that you made
Creating it from your words needed no spade

Exalt my redeemer, friend, comforter
Valentine, my heart is an admirer


(Second attempt at a sonnet.  This is for the "I love you because" contest.)

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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A Broken Road

A broken road
is the best road to travel
Full of anger
Full of fear

Broken roads
They hold 
Heartbreak
And insecurity

Broken roads 
Carry history
of things like missed opputinities
And rejection

All of this may seem bad to you
But to me
To travel on a broken road
is a blessing

It leads you to
Where you are
Helps to get you closer to your one true love
They help to get you closer to the life you were ment to live

Rejection and heartbreak
live on broken roads 
But I still say
To travel on a broken road is a blessing

Copyright © Kiki Murdock | Year Posted 2011

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Embrace The Line

I do embrace the line, a badge of hope,
that left the shadow of sure death behind.
It represents the power to survive,
with help of expert hands that met the goal.
The need of putting life on hold to gain
a better one with promising new fate;
the fight to mend, become robust again.
I do embrace the line, a badge of faith.

A symbol of accomplishment it is;
the chance that claimed a victory for life.
That line, a raised, sealed zipper that protects
his beating heart, now mended, good as new.
   I do embrace, caress that lovely line...
   my darling husband's triple bypass scar.


Sandra M. Haight

~10th~ Place
Contest: Embrace The Line
Sponsor: David Lindsay
Judged: 07/13/2015

Form: Blank Verse Sonnet

A Blank Verse Sonnet still possesses Iambic pentameter, but with no rhyme scheme. Most times it is written without stanza breaks, although there may still be an argument to have an octave, (or 8-line stanza), followed by a sestet, (or 6-line stanza), in which the octave sets up a situation upon which the sestet comments or vise versa. 

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Quo Vadimus?

If man is the measure of all,
Our world immediately shrinks.
There can be no moral compass
Just the yardstick of failure and success
Drunkenly refracted by o'er heated ambition
Or chilling revenge
Without the overarching Architect,
The Prime Mover that once was.

Man lives in a festering swamp
Where reason plays handmaiden to naked power
And words mean what the speaker wants.
It is now man needs a Voltaire
To bring him back into the light of the sun.
If there is no God, man must invent one.

Copyright © denis bruce | Year Posted 2006

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Across Earthen Sky And Mystical Realms

Across Earthen Sky And Mystical Realms


And where was the light of truth and spirit?
Racing hot, chariots wheels in fires.
The Light sublime, flees when one but nears it
its glowing path vanished as it retires.

Across earthen sky and mystical realms
gold eagle flies into kingdoms not born.
Such breath of awe, rebels and overwhelms
the soul that finds its deep solitude torn.

Did Greek Gods dare warn of man's futile quests
with deceptive hearts, minds loaded with greed
If in a pure giving heart one invests,
comes forth the fruits of a heavenly seed.

Fruits of paradise, grow in thoughts sublime
man's quest should be more than seeking more time.

R. J. Lindley,
Dec 11th, 1977

Note: Excuse me for rarely posting new poems. I find it so hard to write much with my mother in such a serious condition ....
Once I could easily write ten poems a day but now for weeks its a hard struggle to even write one..
Even my one a day poems for my darling wife have suffered lapses.
As has my commenting to all my friends and fellow poets here.
Special apology to my great friends the Duggans as my lapses are 
not from laziness but from melancholy, a progressing forgetfulness(ALZ) and blues.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Time Non-Renewable Resource

Time a non-renewable resorce unframed
Time that slowly wears away one's bones
Takes away friends_ companions leaves alone 
Soon world will forget even poems I named

So glad that into my feeble life You came
Since knowing You I have spiritually grown
Now am claimed as one of Your very own
No more in inner being bear sin's shame

Lovingly and patiently know that you are true
Even there is an accounting of number of my hairs
When in discomfort of ill-fitting shoe
You provide for me a comfortable chair

I know You unconditionally love too
And in TIME all my sorrows You will bear

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011