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Brian Hebisen Poem
Through trials and plans
through darkest hour
into troubles and
peaks of the joys we devour
Where all is not finished
until a life is complete:
friends tended, gardens mended,
homes built on unyielding stone
In the final days of a fading thought
in the obscurity of oldness grown
Where life is less than it could have been
and all that is left is you
In the end of all: Integrity
summed up not in how we began
in the midst of tribulation
Nor, what we did along the way
When walking into the darkest valley
and having stumbled on feet of clay
how will you finish?
I pray you finish well.
Copyright © Brian Hebisen | Year Posted 2009
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Hold me close
little one
I will love you
forever
hold me close
now
hold me tight
now
I will give you all you need
lay your head down
rest your eyes
take a breath, little one
go to sleep, go to sleep
I love you
little son.
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Brian Hebisen Poem
A vision of prayer for a drop of rain
thoughts of a plan to save his lost
a wisp of dream all the while insane
thoughtful for a simple hope
grounded in eternal loss
reflected to the universe
an open sore is salted
an abyss separates all
and tomorrow is here
knock knock and only the wind replies
knock knock and weeping takes seat
the man of eternal regrets who finds at last
what once he refused to seek
Copyright © Brian Hebisen | Year Posted 2009
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Brian Hebisen Poem
I saw
a wintry song bout us all.
The minstrel had brought a package
of cold new Eden
The crowd hovered,
as statues to the heathen.
Sounds poured,
thoughts raced to the wind.
When silence passed
the minstrel would begin.
The vibration of string began
with a note in the hand
Listen! The simple song of hope
the hope of dreams
sounds so pure
from such simple strings
wrought with pain and cure.
Tasted were salts of sound
Each bent, to benefit our need.
blank stares streamed,
with tears that were broken
Each touch of coldness, and thought of regret
formed dreams that only men can forget
From deep Edens verse emptiness now poured
filling every space of every chord.
Notes meant to harm not heal
Now caressed my soul
Sounds of cold rhythms swarming
so dark I dared not look away
lest my life lose its meaning there on that day.
In the end as falling into a pit
my heart soared, to escape the madness of it
I now burdened by song
stood at the end of all hope
then as if seeing our pain and tears
knowing of our fears
In anticipations silence he did bow,
and with one final note
my darkened mood enshroud.
Copyright © Brian Hebisen | Year Posted 2009
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Brian Hebisen Poem
We are the voice on the wind
We are the vapor in the cloud
It is us that is a grain in the hourglass
All our chasing,
All of our fumbling
It is us with callused empty hands
We today regret
We tomorrow lose
It is our burden having forgotten simple things
Our purpose not our plan
Our happiness not our hard work
It is grace that sets us free.
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