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Details | Dramatic Verse |

the day you flew to Heaven

           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Blessed on a Deserted Island

Who would imagine that my life would come down to the edge of a blade
worked and worked on stone, scraping off goo and removing the bites?

Or that when I tumbled and rolled in the surf, unsure what was up.
storm rolling hard against breakers that I would remain intact?

It’s breath holding time, while rain smashes down, winds howl and the stir
rocks you until you forget your name and then finally silence, the deep breath

sauna time arising with sun, I scramble for cover, glad my Teva sandals
prevent the shells slicing at my skin, I must duck down into forest

looking to quench thirst, handy filter bottle in hand to conquer
all the parasites and villains unseen about to attack what is left.

Forgive me then, Father, for I have fallen to worship my survival blade,
prying out oysters, scraping out crabs, peeling the papaya

for I drink well of thy wine, fruit of my body, rendered and purified
and wander as I will through this vast new place I’ve come 

lost to find self, and prayer for the fragile web of blessings
that save me from skewered, smashed, expiring, but shaded by your love.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |

woman of god

braising thoughts arose as my lifeless 
body huddled in a fetal position i' d completed 
thirty hail mary's an yet my macerated flesh 
lay still as the sun began
to settle embedding itself almost oh how vain i was 
thinking merely of beauty 
my beauty taken in an instant on impact 
how selfish i was addressing the father how dare you 
why this isn't living an yet you promised
i shall die and live i doted on you believing every word 
like a faithful child twitching kicking the paramedics
oh what a bad patient scolding the rescue workers 
for saving my retched life
do they not see the father in view are they blinded 
by the light the sullen hue 
that consumed my being torn flesh from my face 
ah in my lowliness my wisdom edified 
as st anthony strolls by in a distant glare mending me 
this sereme endeavor captured 
my solace for peace although there was no peace 
in my living i'd wandered deeply from earthly realms 
a gentle peace in my dying bestowed me 
i glanced at the road that swallowed me whole
leaving no sign of life it was then st theresa whispered 
you are his child quickly i responded 
oh no ma'am i'm not with child thinking only of my figure 
she smiled a warm glow and whispered yet again
you are his child she gestured to another woman 
st cicelia quite childlike to my eyes 
she chanted you are woman you are child 
do you understand i responded amidst my sufferage
for the sake of his sorrowful passion  
i over stand his divine mercy

Copyright © Yolanda Jones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pastoral |

A Heartless Math...No A Woman Of God

Walking down that cold dark path
Adding my footsteps
Dividing the dirt path into two
Multiplying the times I been screwed over
And subtracting the love
Which is a very heartless math
Yet time and time again I am left with this equation
In the beginning our hearts are tender
Our hearts are week and fragile
We are like a broken white dove
That’s why we call it tender love
We call the present a smoothly wrapped gift
Because all the past is a cold heartless math
Me and you
You and I 
Will make the world jealous
But who shall I be addressing 
Do I address the cheaters and liars
Because that’s all I know
Do I address the betrayers and users
Because that’s all I see
Maybe its time to address a woman of god
No no no not a woman of god
I mean a woman of GOD
With her a heartless math can’t exist
My equation will look like this:
Adding the times I look into her eyes and say I love you
Multiplying the thoughts that race across my mind
Dividing the love we share for each other and become one
And subtracting the negativity 
A girls heart is fragile something I know
But I am willing to go the distance to make a relationship flow
I want us to be one heart with the same beat
No matter if we are scared, happy, excited, or nervous
It will be hard to come across this certain mate 
But one thing is I can relate
To is this so called thing we call a perfect date
Having a picnic while the sun sets and lying under the stars
Just going to a simple park and having the time of your life
Watching a movie together with her in my arms with a silent I love you
Going over to ones house and playing board games and laughing and smiling
Walking along the beach and looking back and seeing two sets of footsteps
Now one is gone
I am walking on the beach and looking back and seeing one
Looking up to the heavens I ask
God says to me I must be blind and told me to take off my mask
I feel lighter as if I am floating amongst the clouds
God said to me when you saw two sets of footsteps 
You and her was one set and I was the other
Now when you only saw one it was then I carried you 
Next thing I did was took a big breath and blew
Blew all the liars and cheaters away
Blew all the betrayers and users
Blew out the old candle that was still somehow burning 
And the next thing I knew GOD lit a new one
And put his hand on my chest
And whispering in my ear he said,
“Son sit back and let me do the rest”

© Jeremy Fennell

Copyright © jeremy fennell | Year Posted 2010

Details | Haiku |


“Then the Angel of the LORD called to Abraham a second time out of heaven, and said: “By Myself I have sworn, says the LORD, because you have done this thing, and have not withheld your son, your only son—blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies. In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice.”’ 

— Genesis 22:15-18 NKJV

    Little grains of sand
Assembled along the shore
    —Meet sunlit water

Copyright © J.R. Dawson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballade |

Cry me an angel

Cry me an angel to help me fly high
Take me to the places where I can go wild
Life is beautiful and I would surely not cry
Today is a reason and not a question to ask why

Let my strength be filled with glory
Taking every step to be a new story
While tomorrow recreates history
Leaving the past to be a mystery

So fearlessly I heave thy soul
Gazing with vigor to reach my goal
Let the heavens behold as darkness folds
For my faith in God will never be cold

So cry me an angel to help me fly high
Take me to the places where I can go wild

Cry me an angel to help me fly high...

Copyright © Sherwin Fernandes | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

riding the waves and forgetting

riding the waves and forgetting
erasing the thought of time from my mind
becoming one with nothingness and it delight
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
being taught that i am not the only one
becoming even more schooled of the many facets of relaxation
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
looking forward to forward looking
becoming content with the clear definition of Me
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
finding the true meaning of blissful serenity
uncovering the secret to the marine vibrations of divinity
God is here wading in the water with me

riding the waves and forgetting
clearing my head of any dark, dreary thoughts
removing the blanket that i allowed to blockade my every view for way too long
God is here....wading in the water with me....

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

The Ocean Speaks

    I sit on the sand dunes, lost in my thoughts, as the summer breeze swipes my face, freeing my hair....the salt air makes my inner-self come alive, as the ocean waves offer a private showing, reminding me of the power they own. A seagull flies overhead, as it speaks to me oh so gently, and a voice without a face commands me to"Relax and Feel Peace"......I feel a connection to God, as none other I've known, and all my worries and fears I once pondered, now seem trivial and unimportant.

Copyright © joan woods | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ekphrasis |

Two Beach Strolling Sisters Discussing Their Savior

Two Beach Strolling Sisters Discussing Their Savior

This was his virtue; that with head and heart  
He saw life sanely, from all mist apart, 
and spoke with such assurance as he showed  
our way as straight as an old Roman road.  

This was His beauty, that with bird and flower  
He loved the strange revealings of each hour,
from wandering stars, from waywardness of earth;  
Fountains of poesy quivered at his birth. 

This was his grandeur, that in all he saw 
or dreamed, he bowed before eternal law. 
Knowing his soul the vassal of the King  
whose realm is established by our laboring!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2016

Painting number seven
Poem number seven, Ekphrasis (rhyme)
Inspired by- the painting
( Twilight Confidences,  by Cecilia Beaux 1888)
and Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge
Ekphrastic: Writing on Art and Art on Writing  [this site ACCEPTS reprints] http://www.ekphrastic.net/submissions.html

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

The Room Of Study

To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge

An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat

The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine

Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret

Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

God Bless Old Orchard Beach, Maine

Step between the clumps of weed
and tangled traps of trash. Footprints
in the shallow face of the damp sand
fill with pooled water.

Look out, past the wide horizon,
the stretched, vast blue;
point to the pinpoint,  where the hazed
hot sky meets the bumping, cresting waves;

walk, in between the hordes
of Canadian  tourists speaking in clouds
of broken French

feel the dry sand hot
as it collapses around your ankle

“We’re walking to the palm reader —
                  Yes,       In between the arcade and the train tracks.
Come with us.
This beach never changes. The brine
still clasps on the wooden legs of the Pier,
as it always has. The gulls still
swarm down on scraps of fries. Empty bottles
of coffee brandy still litter the darkness 
of the Pier's underbelly.

Long ago, I thought I could see England
from this beach. Long ago,
I thought I could swim to England from
this beach.

Long ago, when I was a child,  I was a tourist
walking these sands. I had a friend who lived here. We would
eat pizza and bodysurf in the shallows…

My friend left this world.
He didn’t swim to England, or swim across the sea.

He floats above my everything, as high as the open hazed blue ocean sky.”

Copyright © Jon Bolduc | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


The water. 
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.

Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

God With Us

"What is your heart called, Elizabeth?"
'My Heart is called, Grief.'
"Why? Why is your heart called grief?"
'Because it's yearning, has been yearning, and will forevermore continue to yearn.'
"Your heart yearns Elizabeth? What is it like? Elizabeth, what does yearning feel like?"
 A lake, a river, an ocean, mountains, and trees were all around. The clouds, the wind, that heavy sense... I stared off into the distance.
'It's like out of empty darkness the sound of a sad, shattered, broken heart crying out. Yet depressed in silence and is in solitude. It sees all the secrets and lies... that lie in the dust.'
I turn to the little girl. 'How do you heal a Broken heart?'
"That IS deep, Elizabeth. Your pain.., now I can feel it. But--but you are single-minded Elizabeth, not knowing Emmanuel.' "
 The wind picks up my long dark hair revealing a tan naked back, and I once again look out at the ocean. 
'I know Emmanuel not, because--because I've become unfaithful.'
"I have heard of the pure in Heart' before."
I look down at the little girl, oh so beautiful. 
"And it's those who seek God."
The little girl looks into my eyes with those eyes, I cannot remember what color they were.
"And God they shall find."
I gasp.
The little girl then holds my right hand. "Elizabeth, dear Elizabeth, 'Pure in Heart' does not mean free of sin, but rather knowledge and understanding."
But my mind doesn't think of this. I can't let go of the thought of why this little girl talked with so much wisdom yet appeared to be about the age of seven. And then the selfish thoughts all come back to mind once again. Placing me in the deepest rabbit hole. To sudden terror, to extreme darkness. I hear my heart mourning. I can't take it any longer, I free my hand from the little girl, clash my own together and I fall right down to the ground in front of her, at her mercy.
'Can you!? Can You please free my Heart!? I have died already, I know I have! I wish some of the things I ever did never happened, I'm Lost, tired, angry, confused, selfish and bound in chains with every step I take! Please tell me what I must do to unleash myself! Please, I am willing to do the good, for the God I left long ago that I believe in so much.'
 The wind blows harder then ever at that moment, and takes my hair across my face. I see nothing but I shiver. And the shivering becomes trembling. I felt like I was being held, I felt like I was being cradled, I felt like the sea was rocking me back & forth, and I felt sand be...

Copyright © Elizabeth Brown | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


egret on sand dune
fish breaks surface and flies free
coconut pours milk

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |


Over and over I play the scene in my mind.
The day I let go of God's hand. Only to be left behind.
My purpose in life is a long and winding path.
In fear of tomorrow. Scared today is my last.
Lost in a world that is dark and grim.
Everytime my path is lit my lamp is out of oil again.
As I reevaluate my life it's all 20/20
I stumble in a rut and land to my knees crying.
As I come to my senses I am greeted by a superior being.
Quieting me mentally to keep me from worrying.
With a gleem in his eye he stops to stare.
Then I get this feeling I have nothing to fear.
He held out his hand as if to Rise.
I could tell that he cares. I see it in his eyes.
Now when I look back there are one set of prints in the sand.
Because when in need God came to me and gave me a hand.

Copyright © Christina Hons | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ottava rima |

Beauty God Contrived

The ebb and flow of salty seas cools sands
Calm rinses burning heat from sunny shores.
A gleeful child builds castles with small hands.
Serenely, Mother watches and adores.
The breaking waves dance when they reach dry lands.
The creatures of the seas stalk ocean floors.
There in the distance far below, life thrives.
The beauty of the deep our God contrives.	

The ebb and flow of life has joys and pains.
God comforts every soul who calls His name.
Love like a child’s releases mortal pain.
Sincerely, Jesus seeks each soul to claim.
Distractions of the world are sought in vain.
Our Savior has a message to proclaim.
Because of Christ a sinful world revived.
The beauty of the heart is God contrived.

Copyright April 7, 2015
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

taking it all in for what it's worth

parmesean shrimp pasta and loaded cheese grits
southern chicken tenders and rice pilaf
hot buttered cornbread and butterscotch pudding for dessert
two bottles of water, some multivitamins, and an alluring oceanfront view

a unique collection of music i made similar to an 8 track i had in the early 80s
let me see....morning sunrise-weldon irvine....lovely day-bill withers....
moonlight feels right-starbuck....kiss you all over-exile....the tide is high-the paragons
....simple things-minnie riperton....look around-sergio mendes and brazil '66....
a little stan getz, a taste of michael franks, and an alluring oceanfront view

i sit here now in complete silence
a few people with flashlights are having a good time like i am
race, color, and presentation does not matter here in this vibe
i fall asleep with a smile of pure contentment on my face
i do not worry about the inevitable departure
i do not worry about what is waiting for me when i get home
i do not even worry about time or place
i just amass myself in the heavenly bliss of the moment....thank the Lord....and rejoice

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


I walk to the edge of liquid space
on infinite grains of white
green glass coolness takes me
and makes me work, it's not for free
I glide my way to beyond the edge of chaos
to find my waiting place
waiting to ride what He has made
His world touches my face, and I ponder
for this creation to point to Him
He shows such love for me
He brings its force so constantly and lets
me play my way
gently carried on such power
it's all bridled by his hand,
and me so small, so infinitely small
He made this place, this liquid space
but lets me play this day
I glide my way to my place,

Copyright © HighWave Brian | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Omniscient Shores

The water is so tempting now
as the wind blows ashore,
All these haunting apparitions
I've dreamt them all before.

This sand has turned to ash
and the sea is now a shade of red,
An island to the north
an exiled home to the dead.

With burning feet I fall
at the mercy of all those who weep,
A constant call for resolution
and their guilt forever shall they keep.

With knees in the ocean
I beg to a god no longer there,
For I am their master now
like him, I bother not to care.

One day they shall see
the world through our eyes,
My fear is my absolution
to all their pitiful cries.

Gazing towards the sky
in the realms within our dreams,
The master of these puppets
and I control the seams.

Copyright © John Delgado | Year Posted 2016

Details | Personification |

A Letter To Hurricane Irma

Dear Irma

I have great respect for you as well as all who preceded and who will follow you. I have refused to take any of you for granted even though I have never experienced your presence.  Even though we do not always understand, I know that everything that God has created has also been given a time and purpose.  

You are a mighty force to be reckoned with.  So we do our best to prepare for you so as to minimize the damage that you cause.  I know that it is not your fault and that it is even beyond your control. The dear people of Texas suffered the wrath of Hurricane Harvey just a few days ago. He was a category 4 storm and you are coming across the caribbean as a category 5.  I don't even want to think about Jose who is following you.                                          

One loss of life is one too many, but with Harvey there were comparatively small numbers of lives lost. We are hoping and praying that God will hear our cry for lives to be spared by you also. One thing is sure: we can prepare for you and pray to God, because only God can control you.  I understand that it is your season and your time, but we are praying for mercy.                                                                                                                                                                      

You have been next to impossible to predict, and the models cannot get a real fix on you. You are strong; you are huge; and your winds speeds of 185 MPH are probably historical.  Unfortunately, you might change all the rules about hurricanes.  It is being said that there is nothing like you, and you may be the most powerful in history. At 18 miles per hour, at least you are moving faster than Harvey, and that is a good thing for which we are grateful.

I have learned that for Atlantic hurricanes like yourself, there is a list  of names for every six years. So the 2017 list will be used again in 2023. The only time this cycle changes is if a storm is so deadly or costly that the use of it's name in the future is deemed inappropriate. The name is retired and removed from the rotation. For example, to name a few: Matthew 2016, Sandy 2012, Irene 2011, and Katrina 2005  are hurricane names that have been retired. In all likelihood, your name and Harvey's will not appear again. We pray that no hurricane like you will ever cross the Caribbean and the Atlantic again.
09062017 PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |


Thousands of homes on the East Coast were
not spared from the ravages of Randy in late October,
the misery of devastation was everywhere:
Hamilton Beach was flooded by feet of water,
so was Old Howard Beach and Lindenwood
got its share, too when lights started flickering;
my apartment could have been flooded to the ceiling,
lost everything and going back I would have smelled mold!

The first thing I did was Thank God for His endless mercy,
realizing that other survivors weren't that lucky as I.
Why are these storms more frequent? Are we messing with Mother Nature?
Global warming is too scary...winters in New York are getting much warmer!

I have witnessed the scariest storm in my lifetime,
Glory and Irene compared to Sandy weren't that wild;
what's predicted next? It can't be a Universal Deluge,
because God promised there wouldn't be another...
and where, if that happened, could we find refuge?
We'll be swallowed up alive by massive tides and carried far!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |


Be like waves which crash on the jetty

Washing all our impurities away

Waves like a crescent curtain dangling in its fringes

Unearthing sunken precious stones

Hurling them up above the elevation

Hanging on dear life right ahead

Waves that don't crush us because we wish it

Waves that surface and in turn are subdued

Waves we are in this depth of consciousness

Appeal to and unearth your Godly wisdom

Uphold and hang in the untimely crush

Be strong, be heard, be known and be well

For all will suffice at the end of the spray

Copyright © Coty Benrimoj | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


		God created angels. So numerous they are
		they cannot be counted, just like those lovely stars
                that hold us mortals spellbound nightly from afar.

		Mentions of these beings are in the Word, throughout.
		That angels are eternal, Scriptures leave no doubt.
		They glorify their Maker with a joyous shout.

		Ministering messengers, they will always be.
		To plan their own agendas, angels are not free.
		They do the Father's will--and always joyfully.

		They go just where He sends them and return to Him.
		They don't--as some believe--just flit about on whim.
		Compared to God's bright splendor, the angels' is dim.

		Mankind must never worship entities God made.
		When we see or sense one near, let's not be afraid,
		for then God's loving kindness is clearly displayed.

		When we worship God, hosts of angels celebrate;
		and all rejoice each time we choose to love, not hate.
		God's ministers may lift us from a lowly state.

This poem is based on Scripture.

entered in Mystic Rose's Angels Contest on September 2, 2017

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
I thought getting into my vehicle to part,
my innards could hardly contain themselves,
as I pulled out of the driveway in the dark,

Going down the interstate feeling like a free bird,
my cage lately being anything but like home on the range,
too many discouraging words makes one feel depressed,
and too many cloudy days with the on and off rain,

Driving faraway so I can spend some time alone,
thinking of poems and my family issues at home,
picking up a beautiful shell on the beach and holding it to my ear,
feeling for a fleeting moment like a child without any cares,

The shell acted like a direct lifeline to God,
whispering for me to keep praying to Him but to go back on home,
so with tears in my eyes I realized staying faraway wouldn't solve anything,
instead I'd go home like a prodigal and try to iron out everything. 


Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


I wish I had an ocean
To fill with all the times
I thought I had it figured out
But I've filled that ocean 
So many times
And the waves 
Keep coming back to you 
One day
I'll catch those waves

Marie Diemert

Copyright © Marie Diemert | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Stones on the Beach

Looking out upon  the beach
sun's shining skies so blue
the heat's burning on my back
feels red hot even on my shoe

There scattered amongst the sand
stones all abound down to sea
they are of every shape and size
lying next to each other totally free

Now this shows picture of mankind
created by God every shape and size
difference is they are not at all free
being held in sin unable to rise

Many stones broken with sharp edge
roar of waves has tossed them about
leaving them alone again so still
if they're in pain they can't shout

But a heavenly father they don't have
who cares and loves them so very much
this is what differs stone and man
God blesses us with His heavenly touch

(some thought while sitting on beach  of stones lying there seeing a picture of them as mankind.)

Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

God Isn't Mad At You

God Isn't Mad At You

From the rolling hills of the plains of Colorado
 To the sea to shining sea
 We can trust in Jesus & sing a sweet homily
 It's not based whether were good enough cause we all fall to the extreme

 Shadows block the promises out of mere darkness people scream
 Through light with the love sent from heaven up above
 Sullen price to a cost that was for you & me
 Let us humbly bow the knee

 God isn't mad at you no matter what you have done
 Wearing great chains on your back with a heart that's often numb
 We have built great pyramids in the sky to sing a nice tune you see
 God's love for you is the great eternal constant amidst the insecurities

 When you sin just turn to him then he will wipe the slate clean
 As you sit then set your case in a world that is mean
 The current is rolling from the ocean type of scene
 Satan's ploy is for you to enjoy earth's pleasure for a season

 Having to pay the ultimate price without having any reason
 The choice is yours whether we win or lose
 Now which pathway in this life will you be willing to chose
 For he's not a man that he should lie just turn to Jesus in the sky

 My one last plea is from me to you go run to God all other paths are through

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

If you could would you

If you could. Would you?
If you could change the world.
What you do?
Would you walk the sandy beaches and clean them once more.
Would you make the city streets? Like the pretty country roads
If you could would you walk with a stranger and call him a friend.
Would you end the wars and hate. And fills it with joy and love?
Would you stop all the killing of those that did no wrong.
If you could would you get on your knees and pray to god. To help you make these changes.
If you could> Would you?

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2015