Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?
For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.
From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.
As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.
Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013
My name is here,
But you'll not find me.
I am with my best friends
Near the clear, salt sea.
We are in the wind,
In the ocean's roar:
On the smooth, cool stones
Of some sandy shore.
We are in the waves,
As they break on the rocks.
Here time has no meaning,
The seasons are clocks.
We are never alone
In this place by the sea.
We are always together,
As good friends will be.
We did not decay:
Turn to rot, then to bone.
We're not part of the earth;
It is not our last home.
We've had a good laugh,
My old friends and me.
We've escaped the dark grave,
By the clear, salt sea.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015
The words of a poem,
like the notes of a song,
often fall flat, or off key.
reached toward clouds,
floated on soft winds
with haunting notes.
The sad of honest pain
tore my heart,
sang of death,
beneath earth’s hard crust.
Yet, I saw her eyes
crinkle with laughter,
then felt her hand rest
on my arm.
The time is near.
She’ll be waiting,
with arms spread wide,
to welcome me home.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2016
My Sins – Zamreen Zarook
Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.
Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.
In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.
Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.
Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.
Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.
Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!
Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games
And escape My Black Abyss.
Copyright © Jewels Chavira | Year Posted 2013
Long love day's has past.
My mind felt with howling storms,
grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
Rape and abandon my weary soul
transpires, poring with instant fires.
Oh this dark secret love does thy life
Like amorous birds of pray,
Once ways, and known devoured
Your beauty no more to befound
nor shall the sound of your voice.
Love to dust, love to ashes.
Our love has now gone to a private place.
The grave yard of love.
Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2008
It’s because of Jesus, that I’m here today!
I will serve him! All of my days!
It’s because of his mercy,
and love so sweet…
That I can lay all of my worries
at his feet!
It’s because of the times
he’s helped me…
He did this, because
he loves me!
It’s because of his firm and guiding hand…
Everything I go through…
It’s because of all this and so much more…
It’s him that I praise,
worship and adore!
This same Jesus is also here to YOU!
Won’t you receive him?
What will you do?
By Jim Pemberton 07/29/13
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
You were brutally murdered and left to tragically die
Your body is as cold as winter, your spirit is almost in the sky
The world is a raging hell; their soul is a dark abyss
You’ve been so good to them, but they decided to treat you like this
Abused ever since you were born
Your mind and your heart’s been torn
You’re life was nothing but doom
Until you got tired of all the gloom
Emerge dear soldier from your bed of tears
Wipe your face and tackle your fears
Rise above the grave they buried you in
Discover the power you have within
Erase the pain of a million words
Words that pierced through you as swords
No more heart aches, because you are strong
Strong enough to forgive those who did you wrong
Rise up dear soldier with your head held up high
As they sink to the bottom and you reach to the sky
Copyright © Julie Alcin | Year Posted 2013
The water, it takes me off of my chosen path
A place from where many men have never come back
The water, it’s rising now and I must not think twice
To leave what is material to save my own life
I cling to the vessel, which brought me here, tightly
To save what is left of myself and my psyche
My grip it does weaken as reality sets in
This might be the last time on Earth that I spend
All that has happened, or would have contrarily
Will be no longer if this fate it does bury me
Shortness of breath as the water creeps in
Debris hits my body, and hastens my end
Holding on to life with the strength that remains
Finding new ways to experience pain
I look to the past and I think of the future
The present is my captor, my love, my abuser
These moments are fleeting yet they are all that do matter
My mind it is tired, and my body it is tattered
I choose to let go and let the current decide
Whether I will live or whether I will die
I go towards my savior, the unmoving earth
To rest on the bosom that’s given me birth
The water does release me as I lie there ashore
To find that my former, is no longer, no more
Perspective is golden as it comes by so seldom
When people do ask, that is what I do tell them
Life cannot be loved until death is so certain
As an act can not be appreciated until after the curtain
To live like you’re dying is more than a suggestion
To do anything other is to deny, without question
Our fate is decided the moment that we are born
We decide how we reach it and how others will mourn
Take nothing for granted and appreciate time given
It’s not how much you have, it’s how you choose to spend it
Copyright © James Holliday | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Only Solitary Man
there is a madman hiding amongst
the hills and those scattered tombs,
he's the perfect host for much shame
and his soul's the plaything of minion
accursed he cannot be bound by chains
but still he's a slave to confusion, insane
until one day he received the greatest gift
from the only solitary man offering hope...
Christ redeemed him and washed him anew
then sent the man to proclaim his freedoms
james kenneth blaylock
Copyright © james blaylock | Year Posted 2016