Its brilliant light, making it as hallowed,
a star crossed the sky as wise men followed.
It lured kings and mystics to a loan spot,
to witness what God through Mary begot.
As its light shone, the world started to change,
and the heart of Man began feeling strange.
Our Savior came and Jesus was His name,
for after His birth nothing was the same.
A young Boy saw blood wrongly tainting God,
and knowing of God’s love, He found this odd.
When God was hailed warrior and called to kill,
Jesus knew the role He was born to fill.
Only through example, could He teach love,
so He gave His life so we’d rise above.
Yet His role as martyr brought His heart grief,
and He prayed beseeching God for relief.
Jesus's sacrificial love gave Man hope,
for though the world is wicked we can cope.
And praise be to God for His only Son,
whose death assured me my place in the sun.
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair,
Does it mean God is all around me?
When the sun parts the clouds,
While the rays reach through the windows,
Does it mean God is watching over me?
When the sun pierces through the sky,
While the beams of light descend behind me,
Does it mean God is always with me?
When the sun shines down unto me,
While the wind wildly combs my hair…
Yes, it does mean God has and will always be there.
When the sun shines through the clouds,
While the rest of the skies are grim and grey,
Yes, it does mean God is sending a light of hope for me.
When the sun shines in the sky,
While the rain is descending from the clouds,
Yes, it does mean God has made me a promise.
When the sun clears the skies,
While the rainbow above me appears and fades,
Yes, it does mean God is always behind me, showing me the way.
We do enjoy free air, water and the light
Nature’s beauty is all around for delight.
With his blue umbrella, He’s there to pour
Is there anything we could ask for more?.
Let us us keep our fair faces to wear
The light of a pleasant spirit there.
Let us make our fair hands that do
Deeds those are noble, good and true.
Let us keep our fair feet that may go
Quickly to lighten another’s woes.
These are the things worth, I prize
Light, all around, of the sapphire skies.
Peace around, comfort of the green grass
And the clouds’ shadows that swiftly pass.
One may talk of fame and its laurels bright,
But he will miss his peace in the sun upright.
January 17, 2015
There was a day that darkness swallowed my sight.
Starving for a breath while my eyes starved for light.
Hands they reached into this grave bought by a gun,
holding my wounds and broken soul, there was someone.
Comforting these words he spoke as I lay in hospital healing.
From cold concrete to a warm bed, the words brought feeling.
Too many times I left my fate while I was on the run,
as I listened to the preacher, I felt my place in the sun.
Scripture and substance recharged my soul with hope.
Strengthening me from withdraws from alcohol and dope.
Faith lightened these shoulders, sins had weighed a ton.
The filming of my history was over, no more violent rerun.
As I learned about God, the wonders that come to life,
I knew it was time to pick up the bible and put down the knife.
For me there was no greater sacrifice that could ever be done.
As I looked to my future, my place beside the son.
For Contest: A place in the sun
Date: January 23, 2015
At the Angelus
beyond the stained glass window
noonday sun paints me
A Place In The Sun
In church at night by blue candles sway
Standing over them in prayer
Each one represents a soul from yesterday
Held together there
Spiritual energy surrounds the tabernacle alter
God’s home away from home on Earth
He smiles, blessed by holy water
Gives us gentle peace and solid worth
I stand together with Jesus over candle lights
Then step outside with Him to view the morning sun
The warmth of nature that feels just right
Knowing life has just begun
Created on 1/14/15 for- Gail Angel Doyle Poetry Contest “ A Place In The Sun”
As the sun smiled and fadeth behind the clouds
The yawning earth uncloak her beauty to the moon
Halfway through the night, a clock strikes ‘12’ too soon
Virgins carried a lamp and a vessel of oil
Eagerly waiting for the groom’s appearance
Abounding in devotion, patience and perseverance
Virgins grew weary and fell asleep, at midnight a cry was made
“Behold the Bridegroom cometh”
Here He comes and there the band of virgins goeth
Virgins begin to trim their lamp
But five neglected to watch and to pray
They never anticipated so long a delay
“Oh no! Our wasting lamps is dying out by day
Please give us of thy oil!
Please spare us a little of thy toil!”
“No! We have no oil to spare
Lest our lamps burn with dim flame
The groom is come already, lest He vent blame”
The unwise virgins were shut outside the banquet hall
They were left anguishing in gross darkness
In a night of eternal and unredeemed blackness
Both parties were taken unaware
But one was prepared for emergency
As their lamps continually glow with fervency
We are come to the last time
Let your lamps burn and not quenched
And be not a passive warmer on thy church-bench
The Poet Preacher © 2013
Command the Israelites to bring pure, pressed olive oil to you for the lamp, to keep a light burning constantly.-Leviticus 24:2
we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun
mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon
And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and their heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind
There was another planet out there
In a Galaxy far away
Where everything was dying
As its sun had gone astray
The Elder of the planet
Knew very well of their plight
That very soon no day would come
They would have only night
He picked the best out from his tribe
Placed them all in a craft
Shooting them off into Space
He hoped his race would last
And here is where it landed
All those light years ago
They formed the Human Race right here
On this planet Earth below
The Elders prayers were answered
Because Adam and Eve had found
A land that they could live on
With lots of food around
They prayed to their heavenly father
For having the insight
To send them from their planet
Where there was only night
Sunlight trickles through stained glass windows.
She kneels, a little apart from her fellows
who also seek salvation in water.
Her gray hair slips from her circumspect braid,
and her Sunday-best thrift-store garb
stands out because it doesn't.
Shaking fingers tap the rail
Nervous feet twitch as she waits.
The water flows down the line of supplicants
till it reaches her, and instantly,she is transformed,
beautiful from scraggly braid to thrift-store shoes.
Can mere water cause this transformation?
Is this a message for me---
Another arrow into the heart of my agnosticism?
I don't know, but for now,
there is sunlight trickling through stained glass windows.
The sun is soon to go down,
Serenity will descend on the town,
A peace that is so special, like a bride,
My identity, is who I am with pride,
You can't discover when you don't look,
A person needs more reading than does a book,
Because in a book the words are black on white for all to see,
However with people you have to delve deeper than deep,
To discover that what you already know,
Let the emotions and feelings grow,
How high will the sycamore tree grow?
Cut it down and you'll never know.
The sun will continue to go down and rise,
and sees all with its yellow, smiling eyes.