While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
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
Long ago, one Christmas morn, in a stable a child was born
Innocent, helpless and small
How could we believe He’d someday die to save us all?
On His mother He depended for his every need
How then could we imagine it would be by His blood alone that we’d be freed?
Growing up in a time and place so different from Heaven above
Living and dying here on Earth, what a symbol of His love.
To the cross He lovingly went
Knowing it was for our sins alone that He had been sent
Dragging His cross up to that hill where men were condemned to die
Jesus, our Savior suffered the fate while we were all passed by.
“King of the Jews,” that’s what the sign had read.
Hanging just above His thorn crowned head.
Blood spilled from nail driven hands and feet
As Christ suffered a death most bitter and sweet.
The pain and agony He lovingly endured
To give us the gift of salvation, most blessedly assured.
He never counted the cost of a price that was oh so high
Giving up His last breath so we may never have to die.
Today He walks amongst us, having conquered the grave.
Loving, hoping and waiting for us to accept the gift that He gave
When on that day so long ago He died in our place
Proving the power of God’s most amazing grace.
So this Christmas morning before you race for the tree
Take a moment to thank God for Jesus, for the gift of life eternally.
But don’t stop there, unwrap that gift of salvation today
What better way is there to tell Jesus………Happy Birthday?!
Copyright © Karen Cummings | Year Posted 2012
Much had I planned for your day
Forgetting that own I alone past days
Control of all time lies in His way
As the hidden future reveals by today
Then I know we are used to act His play
God alone make way
Even if we work till May
Glory of our work depends on His may
Best I wish you in your day
The best of life with you stay
Long life in your tale
Peace of mind with you plays
Fulfilment is the price I pay
From the hollowness of my heart I pray
Copyright © sambo muritala | Year Posted 2012
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel
Beauty so pure
your character delights
my devotion forever
Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
first squeezed my finger
Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013
I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday.
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think,
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Even tho you still live on
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
But some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head,
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end.
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts.
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014
They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
Before we were thought of or time had started,
God put US in His Son’s name..
And each time we pray, you'll see its true,
You can't spell Jesus without including US.
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For US, He was born;
And His great love for US is the reason He died.
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan?
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension,
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
"Go into the world and tell them it's true
that I love them all - Just like I love you."
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters,
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too?
It all depends on what we do,
He'd like them all to know,
But it all starts with US.
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
VISIT US AT; http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2011
12 12 12
into the world came a little bundle of Joy
when David and Cody had a perfect baby boy,
little tiny fingers and tiny little toes
and a cute little nose
a day full of happiness that you will never forget
and may this be your best Christmas yet.
lots of love to you all love mum xxxx
welcome to the world, baby Jayden a beautiful perfect Grandson,
how amazing is God, I started sopnsonring a child lead by God and felt it right to sponsor a Girl, she was 5 years old on the 12 decemeber 2012
the miracle being my Grandson was born 12/12/12/ and 12 days before christmas, wow first day of christmas, and he will share the same birthday as my sponsored child, now that is the Grace of God, Amen wow THATS SO RARE
let the children come and do not hinder them for the kingdom of ehaven belongs to these Amem
Copyright © diane christian | Year Posted 2012
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
'Baby, you taste like chocolate,
You and me we'd make a great rhyming couplet.
A.K.A a grinding couplet.'
'You can get on top of me like enjambment.'
'I can show you some wild imagery,
Me on you, you on me.'
'Metaphor stands for meet-at-four,
We'll get it on till the break of dawn.'
'Damn, could you BE anymore sexual?' -an example of a rhetorical question you could include...
'S-s-s-s-s-SEX!'- an example of sibilance you could use (and probably will).
'Annotate me honey, and together we can achieve a deeper meaning.'
Copyright © Poetry Aircraft Carrier B | Year Posted 2013
I want to write a poem about birthday
Because today is my birthday - yeyy yeyy
Do you know why you were born?
You were born for a purpose
Do you know your purpose yet?
God will show you
Do you know what happened on your birthday?
You - the star was born hehe
Heaven was rejoycing
And still is today
Does God know what He is doing?
Just look at you today
Why does God insist on doing what He is doing?
He created you, didn't He? haha
Can't be wrong
Now the question: do you know how you were created?
Ahh that - I will leave it to the expert
You are no expert either
Don't fool yourself lol
What should you do on your birthday?
Whatever the h I want to do, right?
You got to get in there
Through the canal...
You made it
You were born
The star is created
Now how many birthday I am going to get?
One - my friend
Unless you want to be born again?
Ahh I can arrange that
Are you sure you want to be born again?
Now get back in there
Go through the canal
Not that canal
What do you think I'm saying?
Canal of water my friend
Of accepting Jesus as your Savior
Because if you don't
You might as well not to be born again
And how can you live
if you are not born again?
Anyway, how did I get here?
Lol - Happy birthday to me
And you too - some day
Wait your turn, will ya?
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015
Christmas is a magical time of year,
happy faces break into smiles of joy,
reveling in celebration and cheer.
In the malls kids ask Santa for a toy,
swearing they've been exceptionally good,
though parents believe they can do better.
Mindful to check his list twice, as he should,
and donning an ugly Christmas sweater,
Santa is anxious to get under way.
Magic reindeer fly high above the ground,
alighting on rooftops with Santa's sleigh,
gliding from house to house without a sound.
In the hearts of the children fast asleep,
Christ’s birthday’s one tradition they'll keep.
Written for “Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic - Poetry Contest”.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
During the Holiday Season, the spirit is felt by all.
We sing our Christmas carols for the spirit to flow.
Yet, the New Year is upon us with many issues in toil.
We set aside these worries to inform the soul.
That Jesus Christ Lord is the Messiah born.
He came for our salvation and for our existence to live on.
Therefore, let us embrace the knowledge reflectively with yuletide carols and song
To shout hallelujah this is the day Baby Jesus was born.
The festivities and laughter heard by all brings family together during this season.
Friends come over to express their joy about the life of Jesus to the universe.
Philosophical tenets are done and New Year resolutions form
To situated life with God for greater rewards and to problem-solve via a greater source.
He came for our salvation and for our existence to henceforward.
He is the Messiah born.
So let’s ruminate in wisdom and knowledge given through voice
To shout hallelujah this is the day Jesus Christ Lord was born.
Christmastide is epiphany –
A moment that can bring forth new understanding.
Essential to nature fulfillment of oneself within an intuitive grasp of intuition
Surmises the intellect to a deeper contentment.
Hitherto, the New Year issues in toil.
All worries are set aside to adore the birth of the Messiah, Jesus Christ Lord.
In yuletide and song, as we shout hallelujah within the universe for the
Remuneration scribed that Jesus Christ Lord is the Messiah.
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
I think about my life and what I've become.
Why don't I have a wife and why I'm still on the run.
I think if I'd done better, things would be easy for me.
Life just can't be this hard. Why are my goals so hard to see?
How do I become a movie star? How do I live in fame?
Maybe if I was famous, my life wouldn't seem lame.
Scrounging up some change for some milk at the store.
Lawn furniture in the living room, my room's bare without a door.
Christmas time is coming, I can't afford to buy gifts.
Blankets all around me as the cold weather shifts.
No ride to the store, just my own two feet.
I hear laughing all around me with every person I meet.
The only way to survive or to get things for me,
is to take without permission or hope for your sympathy...
This isn't my life,but I know this to be true.
We need to be kinder to those around, a lot less fortunate then you.
Jesus says, as much as you've done to one of these, you've done unto me.
Remember that, when others need your help, and you pretend not to see.
Christmas is coming, but you need to think of it this way.
It's not just a day of candy and gifts, it's Jesus' birthday.
Remember what all he did for us, and how he payed the ultimate price.
Maybe the next time you come across these people, you'll remember to be nice.
Jesus Christ, for you, I'll try harder each day.
It's the way I can give you a present on your wonderful birthday!!!
Copyright © Travis Flasnick | Year Posted 2009
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011
I gazed across the room,
A portrait of friendship,
Parents of generations,
Young and old blessed with friends,
Gathered to dine and enjoy another's company,
The sounds of music in the air,
The pianist caressed the keys,
With an old familiarity,
Songs of generations,
Lively and enjoyable,
A cup of tea, complimented,
With delicious foods,
A goodtime had by all,
A portrait of friendship.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2013
I finally get it.
It has nothing to do with me.
I opened the eyes in my heart
and now I truly see.
I know that I'll be locked up
and that I wont get a toy.
But my heart is beating like a drum
and it's drumming in the Christmas joy.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Thank you Father for your Son.
The gift of my salvation
after my time on earth is done.
What an awesome present.
There isn't anything I want more.
I asked Him to come into my heart
and He walked right through the door.
I was feeling sad and lonely.
It's hard to be happy here in jail.
But when I think of Jesus' Birthday.
It makes me smile without fail.
Merry Christmas everybody!
I hope you feel it too.
If you've got the bah humbugs.
It's not about me or you.
It's about our Lord Jesus.
The gift that everyone can share.
God gave to us His only Son.
So let Him know how much you care.
I wrote this one Christmas when I
was in jail and thought I lost it
but there it was in my memory.
Merry X-mas everyone and God Bless you.
Copyright © Allan Granstrom | Year Posted 2010
Birthday Party in Bethlehem
Oh Lord, sweet Lord come on down
Our foot stompin party is in town!
Oh Lord, it is your birthday…let’s
get drunk and have a fab day,
Oh Lord, my Lord what do yah say?
My mama and papa’s away, we’ll
get a 12 pack in what do yah say?
my friends John and Mathew will
come along…pretty soon we’ll be
singing a Christian song
Oh Lord sweet Lord come on down
our foot stompin party is in town!
Judas that fellah’s comin too, I knew
that you’d really want him to, love
thine enemy dooby doo, break open
a whisky bottle too, with the bible ain’t
no frustration, cos we’ll drink in moderation!
Oh my Lord we’re glad to see you on this
snowy day, Mary and Joseph’s on their way,
Pontious’s bringin the food, he felt to come
without would be rude…Oh Lord I’m fine by
your side, stompin my feet while you glide, the
angels and devils are just outside, shall we invite
them in pairs, to come inside?
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
Through this maze of living
you are a voice affirming
reason and calling me back to center.
In our heart’s journeys
you have helped me lay dreams to rest,
brought me back from the edge,
or laughed ourselves to tears
at life and its quirks.
Through our children’s growing pains,
and exquisite joy,
you stand with steadfast love.
When I think of this
extraordinary journey we’re blessed with
I cannot imagine doing it without your integrity and laughter....
my abiding friend.
I am forever grateful
that you share your friendship with me.
It could take lifetimes to say
for the grace and spiritual elegance you offer.
You are this canary diamond
shedding warmth and light through so many facets.....
precious and utterly unique.
The happy in your birthday is definitely
for all who know and love you,
I know for certain, I do.
Copyright © Anna Lee Stedman | Year Posted 2012
Dear Lord thank you for my birthday
a gift that is from you
thank you for my birthday
and all the things that I can do
thank you for everything
and that in my most painful time
you still make my heart sing
Lord we revel in your Love
we delight in your loving care
and Lord I thank you
that you are always there
no words can express the love deep withing my heart
and the gratitude that i feel
all I can do is keep on praising
a Lord so true and so real.
thank you for everything
Our God is an awesome God.
Copyright © diane christian | Year Posted 2010
On Jesus’ Birthday
Gifts He does not ask
While we get all the presents
All He wants is us
by Jean McLoughlin
Copyright © Jean McLoughlin | Year Posted 2016
So, it is your Happy Birthday
Do you know exactly what
Almost like a Human Secular
Fore on this day
You have been chosen
A son of man by distention'
A child of God
And made in His own image
Today you are born
With one Soul to bare
Flesh in one Body
A Spirit to make you whole
Are we expected to call this
To be only human
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
The Open door (My life’s Maze day)
Yesterday I painted my dream with the colors of the earth
like many I was afraid of the unknown’ land of dreamers’
The walls of doubt surrounded my thoughts
But to kill the shadow-(dark) is to shine light on it
And faith is ‘but’ the path we fallow in the absences of defined reality
I will not hide behind the shadows of ones long gone
Indeed you never know what you got until its gone’
As I climb above the walls of my life’s Maze, my purpose is set clear
I do not go up the ladder for the world to see me
But for me to see the world
Many moons have passed, Days have become nights
Weeks have become months, Years have become decades
But the true secrete behind the Vail of Mona Lisa
Is known best by the artist with a brush, Da Vinci had a code
Yet the portrait revealed is left for the world’s eyes to interpret
So fear not dear reader and walk with me through this open door
But beyond this door is a story you never Knew
This is a story of a child, as son, a boy and the man, you have come to know
Take no offense in the face of reality, indeed courage is not the absence of fear
But it is the strength of a hero within, without false promises
As the journey continues and we turn another page to my life’s maze
my foot print remain a mark not drawn on the ground or printed in rocks
As we have passed the ages of the soft stone
Let it remain visible in the hearts I have touched
And to the hands I held, the grip remain brotherly
The words spoken be a shied to guide and protect the broken heart(-ed)
For the earth’s beauty can only be defined
When we acknowledge that the moon, the stars and the sun
Are but one thing that give light to earth
As is the earth one with them
And we all stand to be judged but one creator above all
So walk with me through this open door dear reader
Let’s retraces the journey and discover through twist and turns
For the life of me without false promises……….
Copyright © Nobert Mathumo | Year Posted 2015
It was my time to shine.
Big birthday came up, 72 in all these years.
It seems so long ago when I was born.
And now look I joined the senior crowd.
I don't look a day older than 22, haha!
Can't do the things I used to do.HaHa!
But still around and now it's my time to shine.
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2016
Diamonds don’t glisten until they are put through the fire,
Making them precious commodities for the buyer
Butterflies don’t flutter through the air,
Until they breakthrough their fibrous tares
Life is a process just like the rest,
But after the trials we get Gods intended best.
Dreams seem to vanish into a summer breeze
But all dreams are born when we bow to our knees.
Surrender is simple when you have tried it all
I know of one who hears your every call.
There is nothing that he doesn’t already know
And he is not amused by our humanistic shows.
He simply accepts us for where ever we have been
And he is not sitting there counting our every sin
His love melts away the frozen rivers and valleys
He overrides are initial internal tallies
Waves of refreshing wash over our souls
Your best interest is his eternal goal
There is no place to run from his infinite eyes
And he is one being that will never tell us lies
The deepest of wounds fade away
When we allow Jesus to come into your day
So, whatever the hang-ups
Whatever the fears
Just know that there is one who sees your every tear
This birthday year
My hope for you my dear
Is to know eternal love
That is given from up above
I pray you lay it all down
And in return receive your glorious crown
For you are daughter of the creator
Despite all those cuts from those past traitors.
You were made for greatness, that’s why you are still here
I declare this is a turn around season, a brand new year
I pray Healing rains fall on your sweet face
And replace all the fears with his awesome Grace
I pray that peace will flood your soul
And that you will allow God to make you whole!
You’re a treasure that awaits a grand discovery
At the bottom of an ocean or even a sea
And once it comes to the surface you will drip with delight
Because joy comes in the morning after a long, daunting night!
By: Sabina Nicole
Written for someone special...
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2015
Clap,clap...clap all clap,
Clap to help,self,clap,
Clapping found a therapy,
Span life,increasing to be happy,
Clapping just,improving BP,
Adjusting fine the FBC,
A contest in France,clapping-
Five hours to clap non stopping,
The contest itself a different,
The two winners also a different,
Right hand left clapped,
Left hand right clapped,
All winners,we call able,
This contest winners,two differently able,
Single hand,how to clap?
Other than the lap of that and this chaps,
In all angles self confidence,
Bringing mind oneness,
All want to live long,clap,
All say no,nothing to help,
Clap long to live long clap!!
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014
Since your last birthday, Baby Jesus
It's been a real hard year.
I've lost so many loved ones
And shed many a tear.
It hurts to be so alone,
As You Yourself do know,
Your life on earth was not easy
But You did have a goal.
You, were to teach us,
About Your Father's ways,
To teach us that our goal,
Was our soul to save.
You did Your job at Your expense,
How selfish I must seem,
For I still have a chance to live
And reach Your golden dream.
Happy Birthday, Baby Jesus,
I've grown up today.
I know my loved ones are better off
You've taken their pain away.
My gift to You, Baby Jesus,
I bow my head and pray,
That I will live the way You taught,
And join You all, one day.
Happy Birthday, Baby Jesus.
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2005
When you truly know that life is worth living
When you truly feel that love is for giving
To die is a beautiful thing.
When you truly feel that hate is forbidden
When you truly know that death is worth heeding
To try is a beautiful thing.
Fate then becomes no more than a brief sweet moment,
Hanging upon anyone’s stiffened husky throat,
Waiting for our merciful God’s healing,
To release it in:
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