Do you know what it is like to be an untouchable?
To be so filthy and disgusting
That people shrink away from you
Do you know how it corrodes your soul
To see how the stench that follows your rotting flesh
Contorts people’s faces in disgust
Even from miles away?
I tell you, you die a thousand deaths
Each time you see them cover their faces
To protect themselves from the putrid air
That surrounds you
And they scurry away
Revolted by your very shadow
It doesn’t help that you have to scream
“Unclean, Unclean” everywhere you go
It doesn’t help that daily you have to find your food
Left behind an agreed upon boulder
It doesn’t help when you taste the bread
Your wife has baked with loving hands
Knowing that the salt of her tears is mixed in the dough
That nourishes your rotting body
It doesn’t help when visions of her beauty and healthy body
Ravage your mind…for she has become untouchable to you
It doesn’t help when all you remember are the last words
Your crying son sobs into her apron….
“Why does daddy have to leave?”
And you quietly slink away…unable even to hold him
One last time
Being a leper
Is the nightmare you can’t easily shed
How unlike your body that easily sheds
Your fingers…one by one
And then you hear of a Healer
A carpenter turned preacher
Who mingles with prostitutes
With tax collectors
Outcasts like you and you think…
I tell you this….
All my yesterdays and all my tomorrows
Were bound in the moment I stood before him
His disciples stepped back
I saw a woman get sick
At the sight of me
And before I knew it, the words tumbled out
“Lord, if you are willing…..you can make me clean.”
I was a crumpled ball on the ground
A discarded piece of human waste
Not daring to look up
My half eaten face covered
Thoughts of my wife, my boy swimming in my head
And pouring out of my eyes in the form of tears
And then for the first time since I was banished to the outskirts of the city
For the first time in what seemed like a lifetime
I felt the touch of another human hand
His hand was on my shoulder
His hand was on MY shoulder
The refuse of humanity
Ah…I had forgotten how good it felt to be touched
It was a gentle touch
A touch of love
A touch of healing
“I am willing, be clean.”
I heard whispered in my ear
The warmth of the touch
The nearness of the voice
Were enough to heal my soul
What more could I ask for?
And yet….I felt something else
New life coursed through my veins
A wave of energy
Started from the souls of my feet
Revitalizing every cell as it rushed up to my dazed head
Bursting into a clarity of vision I had not known
I looked at my hands
Yes, these were MY hands
The hands that she had loved to hold against her face
The hands that my son had clung to when he was afraid
The hands of a workman
Young, strong capable hands
There was silence
As they all witness my rebirth
Finally, I looked up to see
The most compassionate face
That I had ever seen in my life
I saw tears running down His face
And yet, His smile rivaled the sun
And the next thing I knew
I was in His embrace
Whole…body and soul
He touched me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright
Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night
A cold moon dressed in dark velvet
with a pearl milky white smile beams
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up
stars blinking silver awakening
warm invading darkness your light
My life has at last found its light and its hope
Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes
faraway over ocean waves
carries in a wind’s whisper sweet music dances
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes
Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes
Believing in your love a dream
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars
and the reason earth spins around the sun
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014
In the midst of great turmoil and strife,
There is a force manifestly to be heard…seen….touched
A voice—ever so soft… yet loud enough to break mountains at their base
It can make a grown man cry—can distort the finest face
Lead the mother eagle back to its nest…
Run its hands against a tumultuous sea to rest…
Shedding tears of empathy when the woman,
With child, is seen- alone…sore. . . distressed
With mind enduring beyond mortal endurance
With arms stretching across the universe of opportunities and darkness
With eyes blossoming like those crazy sunflowers reaching to the sky…
Suddenly… you will feel its yellow fires
It is the very storm that knocks us down
To the depths of humility...patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike,
It comes like an earthquake and tremors the very soul into action...
It is the war of mercy that will devour to create and rejuvenate!
It tells the geese to fly south, whispering them in the right direction...
It is the soft growl of the lion that wakes its babe to safety...
Like music, it can soothe, or agitate,
Its rhythms changeable…forgivable…
When you take a wrong turn, a dissonant chord harsh as lightning will expel
Suspended in the air—colors more mysterious than hell
And when you love—oh how sweet love carries cherished lips cosmically….
A smile of the most precious melodies ring
New colors—see it, new colors shall spring
What this light truly means is to be revealed
Only for the precious few who listen and truly feel
Wrapped in the soft ribbons of love beyond all mortality
Beyond space and reality
Beyond the very tip of the mountain,
That never had to be touched to be brought to its knees…..
Not once did this force ever have to take the woman by the hand
And say with conviction… “everything will be okay….”
Because phenomenally… she would simply hear it in melody,
Inspired by the blazing sun of a newly dawned day-
Freshly caught tears of joy priding the lonely spider’s web
For Justin Bordner’s Divine Intervention Contest
Thank you, with love,
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
What if Mother Nature
and I applied for her position?
How would I dare
her un-ending cycles;
her secret duties?
Could I invoke such power,
or must I simply become her?
into a cocoon of natural faith.
Let the atoms of the cosmos
transform my light into spirit.
Would I then emerge,
complete with every force of mystery?
Awaken each day with pink mist,
and burn each evening sky
Command each leaf, each breath
and every symphony
Would I wear her gowns
of argent, lavender and aqua;
step lightly on mossy stones,
and dance upon silvery meadows?
Grace the heavens
in cloud-white glinting wings
the depths of darkest night
bear stars, filled
with the promise
of every beginning?
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
Dark night flees,
And the first incandescence rays
Of the glorious golden sun
Skim over the haughty hilltops
And filter through the dew-wet leaves
Of the tall and stately pines
And shimmer over fresh sprouting spring flowers.
A new day dawns.
My sleepy eyes slowly open wide.
I see a bright spring sky,
A world of unsurpassed beauty,
Nature’s best incomparable display.
My heart grows warm
As golden rays penetrate my soul
And I feel uniquely fine,
For I know only too well
It is your hand, O Lord,
That wrought this radiant masterpiece
That grants me each day
With a fresh start,
Truly a miracle of life.
19 March 2016
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
Don't rush to wash off the sea salt
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
I love the sweet thought of your arms
softly circling around
the neck touching deep
Looking into your eyes jewels
shines inside this mind
You're the sunshine
golden enchanting dewdrops
awakening with each new day
Melting warmly milk and honey
together is so sweet to the tongue
So are the words of endearment
to the heart gently sings sweetly
melting beautiful warm honey
drunken inside golden mead
kissing your beauty love
when the coins fell into place
One beholding joy
happiness a jackpot treasure forever
will shine all over you always
If only I could appear lost
found within your dreams
needing you my love
Like the air one breathes
gasping hot finding paradise
with you who gave me wings to fly
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
And flowers wilt.
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.
Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.
The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.
Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.
Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013
In deep amaze
Silent luna beams
Soft and hushed
Touching a newborn child
Bright angels praises
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016
Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms
And for a moment I'm lost
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love
And there you are - holding it
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then -
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
On many long, drawn out nights, his routine was to
shuffle aimlessly along dimly lit city streets.
Much of the time, his only companion was a
concealed remnant of cheap bottled wine. He
scavenged for food and money. He would walk
enveloped in deep, weighty shadows and
halo laden street lights. Solitary. Lonely.
Emptiness that few people feel or know.
The raw hollow of an alcoholics tightly
drawn stomach. A gnawing pain that craves
food but will only be quelled when he gets
enough cash for another pint of cheap wine or gin.
Where to spend the night? Maybe with
some of them under the 10th st. bridge.
They may have some money there, or a
blanket to share. Might rummage garbage
containers at the restaurants on the way.
Could walk the parking lot at the grocery store.
There's always change lying on the asphalt.
Could act like he passed out on a city
bench. The police take you to the Detox
Center then. He hated that. Have to stay
72 hours. Guts ache, skin crawls. They
feed you well, but there is always
Just keep walking. Frail, vaguely awaren
of hissurroundings as he treks in shadow
andsepia. On 10th, the street lights are so
damned bright they hurt his eyes.
What's that at the bus stop bench
in a brown paper sack?
Two loaves of bread, two wrappers of
bologna, and a luxurious bottle of Gallo
wine tucked in the sack. My God.
Providence at a city bus stop.
Someone boarded the bus and left
their supper. Probably headed for the
homeless shelter overnight.
White bread and meat for one hunger.
Cheap wine for the other.
There might even be some food to share.
Miracle on 10th St.
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
Copyright © Madison Caldwell | Year Posted 2013
From the error of my ways
in the blink of one's eyes
falling backwards I called out
Oh God please save me
Inside the crunch mercy echoed
as warm blood soaked the hands
running through fingers wetly
I roared in a broken state for help
a vision flashed is this the end of me
To see the look of worry in my brothers eyes
He asked if I could stand dazed
getting up weak my body felt heavy with pain
I began to smile alive
saying sorry for being stupid
he said that he was about to get the priest
when I got up moaning as usual
thinking a close call to death
Lord you saved me
hearing my call Saviour
feeling the fall cushioned
Went to the doctors
he bandaged my head
cleaning the wound
saying I was lucky
giving a letter referring me to hospital
My dearest father he took me there
I felt warm comfort and love inside the pain
Got to hospital safe
with a gash in my head needing staples
after an hour I was called
handed a nurse my doctors letter
Inside my mind
I had flashes
of internal bleeding
almost two hours later
I was called for xrays
such a long wait
Firstly a nurse washed the wound
Waiting again for about forty minutes
another nurse called my name
I was taken away on a wheelchair
almost panic like
as they were taking me to the hospital bed
I became worried
concerned for my own well being
so I asked if everything was ok
to be honest and truthful
they asked if I went to the toilet
half an hour ago I replied
as there was awful bruising around the kidneys
felt like one of my arse cheeks growing up my back
as I walked the swelling hurt
They smiled and said
it was a concern now its ruled out
talk about getting me worried
a blessing I thought
They told me
I had to two hairline fractures on my spine
one in the neck the other lower down
I began praying whole heartedly
tears burning my cheeks please Lord
Thinking how careless stupid I was shortcuts
sitting back they told me to lie flat and not move
until the bone specialist came and had a look at me
my hand joined to the pyrmid of the Son
begging His Father's mercy
As I breathed feeling pain
I began praying in earnest
thinking the worst case
is coming soon bearing tidings
the doctor came accompanied by a nurse
I was really worried
he began getting me
to bend my legs and knees
then my arms in different directions
asking if I felt numbness
everything was working perfect
which I could move
only a little stiff from bruising
thank God I said into myself Heaven's blessing
over and over again for each miracle received
Because in my heart
i knew truth answered my call
deeply this was a serious junction in my life
The doctor smiled and said
someone was looking over me
I could not stop smiling
even in pain never felt so happy relieved
two others stapled my head
ten the magic number count
I was told not to lift
anything heavy for eight weeks
Talk about a sigh of relief
they perscribed me painkillers
I am not taking them
as I am happy suffering
learning a valuable lesson in life
miracles happen every day
I came out all smiles
when I saw my lovely dad
A worried look on his face
then smiling when I told him
the good news and on the way home
my drama in what he did not see
I promised God into myself
I would tell the story true
Letterkenny is understaffed fact
Its clear to see in this state of emergency
If I had internal bleeding I would of been dead
This is a serious issue
that needs to be addressed
The staff were wonderful
I sing that in the highest praise
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
Well I was going down for the third time
In the deep blue sea after our ship caught
Fire mysteriously then I felt a hand taking
Mine and a voice saying everything's gonna
Be ok, everything’s gonna be fine, I heard your
S.o.s and cries of distress, lucky for you I
Just happened to be in the neighborhood
Man in gold dangling things and white,
Man with eyes as dark as the night...
No you are not dreaming, I am for real
I am what you humans and sailors call a
Mythical sirens but look at me and tell me
Do I resemble some stupid sea lion, dolphin
Or seal, I don't think so, get real...
Soon tho you will wake up on the nearest
Distant shore, you’ll think it was just all a dream
From the bump on your head and from loosing
Consciousness but I guess that's for the best,
The best for both of us...
For they'll think you've lost your marbles and
Call you a mad man and I'm not allowed or supposed
To interfere with the fate of humans you understand
But hence from this day forward every time you close
Your eyes I'll be there, you will remember the feel
Of my soft silky skin and the taste of my forbidden fruits
You will recall the ecstasy you knew in the deepest
Depths and all the magic that was there all around you
Who knows maybe someday we'll meet again, if or when
You ever return to the sea and maybe the next time
I'll take you to my water world to forever live with me
Until then just keep our little secret and keep on
Believing, keep on believing in me...
One more kiss before I leave and return back to the sea
Just remember this day, always...
The day your imperial ship sank, you were saved...
SAVED BY A MERMAID!
Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2015
Every little simple minute
Seems so much more.
As though it has designs
Within it present from before
When we were tiny dots our
Selves, BEARLY in existence
Favored on the wish list.
Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2016
Just landed in my ears
just dazzled my mind
my local political head
I was talking to him today
Lord you send such a beautiful messages to me
the past couple of days
I suggested a gift from God
that his great light shone over me
In reverence to Our Most Holy Spirit
telling him my great news
Now he has said
that he will do everything in his power
To get me published wow stunned
I was hearing hearing his pride in me
Its like coming out of a cave
alone as a hermit in the mountains
Now I have found peace
In love everything shines so bright
Thank you Lord and master
for showing me and helping me see
to draw in your light
I even mentioned getting my lonely prayer
for Christmas donated to the church of granite
In the shape of a crucifix
whom my grandfather help build
A cross pointing to Heaven
Golden guilded to the house off God
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
Warmth, surrounded me…always
My lips, my eyes, closed…
Mesmerized by the darkness that brought me consolation
I remember there were colors under those lids,
Green, spurts of purple…and sporadic yellows and reds
They danced and flashed
Whenever your voice rumbled and vibrated my abode
I remember the earthquakes of laughter
That pushed me against the soft, supported side…
I merely bounced back to the middle again
My legs, bending, and then kicking off against it
My body twirling in the lavish liquid
Natural twists and turns that were later underappreciated
Twists and turns that were who I was
I didn’t realize they would always shape who I am
Deep voice—music—surrounded me always
My ears opened to the muffled marvel
Curious of the outside world that birthed the mysteries of who I am
I recall frustration, kicking against your soft insides….
Colors of black, gray tints, and calming browns…
That left me gurgling for more of those outside sounds
Because that first day I heard the lightning yells
The hot swells of your insides boiled
My body twirled and twirled as I heard you wail
My heart beat faster—wanting more to leave this vessel
Wanting to be a separate thing
Wanting all to hear me scream
To feel the cold, rubbery hands of a stranger
Lift me—and to your breast—gift me
It was always the warmth of the liquid
And the comfort of our bond
That always remained
Bonds and beliefs never dry
Blood is blood
Color is color
It is living to be separate that makes us gods
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
In the jingle of your bracelet,
In the kohl that lined your inquisitive eyes,
In the softness of your lips,
I see my love soothing.
In the changing colors of the sky,
In the delicate ensemble of the words,
In the early morning drizzle,
I see your acceptance of my love.
In the depth of the night sky,
In tequila sunsets,
In the shadows of dusk,
I see our love blossom.
In the tangerine mornings,
In the droplets of water hanging on your hair,
In the blush that rises on your cheeks,
I see our love shining.
In the base of our throat,
In the half-opened crayons box,
In the edge of the rose-tinted clouds
I see our love immortalized.
In the soft moonlight
In the paper boat merrily drifting
In the changing temperature
I see the world envying.
Copyright © M Asim Nehal | Year Posted 2016
I listen to the whispers
I hear a dozen lies
People cry out loudly
Friends say goodbye
In spite of all that's come and gone
I don't know what to say
I'm praying for a miracle
Each and every day
My emptiness is troubling
My sadness is unkind
In dire desperation
I begin to cry
The Lord is standing by me
My friends are on my side
I'm waiting for a miracle
I haven't got much time
I pray for understanding
I cry alone now too
I wait for the answers
Then I'll know what to do
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2008
I am no god but in his own image. The creation of the life he gave me. The life he chose for me. But in my eyes there is love. That spreads all over this atmosphere. A love so strong that everyone has it. Animals, humans, the ocean beneath, the sun up above and the moon at night. All of this love comes from the creator that watches over us. Love makes us who we are. It is not in our nature to be of destruction. But of the warmth of our hearts to be the best we can be. In this life no one in this world should be lonely. Not me not you not nobody. Separating the truth from the lies have only just begun. The fatherless children of the world. The hurt starts from there. Nothing to eat my family is poor. Can you lend out a helping hand and show me the love is there. Those who ask do not ask for much. Only just a little to get by either for the day or just for the night. The abuse of children leaving marks and scares for life. Where is the love you so promised me. Is it this the more and more you beat me. But the bible says honor thy mother and thy father. Love your neighbor as I have loved you. Forgive the ones who have done wrong to you. It is hard now that's the truth. Many lies being told in front of your face. A stab in the back still the love is there. Through god all things are possible. His love being poured on us. So much love that the pain does not hurt. It goes away because of his undying love. Thank him for another day. Be blessed at least you have a family. A friend who cares about you. Or a stranger that might stop on by to say hello. I am thankful for his grace. Letting me see my family each and everyday. And most of all for bringing the most beautiful girl my way.
Copyright © Warren Locklear | Year Posted 2014
Through many endless miles of line, I found you, somehow.
From all the many faces that I have seen on my computer
screen, I am drawn to you like a bee to honey.
Curiously, I stare fondly at your picture wondering what
is the magic concealed behind your eyes.
Such a magnificent little gem that you are, I do not
feet worthy of you.
Although, your beauty intimidates me, I feel that I must
gather up the courage to discover the treasures
secretively hidden within the beauty that is so
enchanting to me.
Copyright © Al Belland | Year Posted 2008
Silhouettes dancing with elegant gestures,
In ecstatic Moonlight dwelling in the ethereal sphere.
An oasis thriving in a wondering mind,
Mixed with emotions that teeter the edge.
As I search the Heavens for answers untold,
Is it in my grasp, the enlightened soul?
Finding solace in the beauty of this world,
Still, my heart is beating a forgotten love song.
When the songbird takes flight he captures my spirit,
Observing the trees standing proudly on majestic earth.
How can one forsake this ancient sacred vow?
The strong bond of souls in the eternal glory.
We imprison ourselves in every comprehensible way,
If seeing is believing then I am an unbeliever,
The unfathomable acts that man participates in,
To the other side of the spectrum, he is a miraculous being.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
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
He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died,
he has not been the same.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it,
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain,
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best,
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows
what happens next.
All results of
Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to pornography,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
if your heartbeat could ponder to fathom mine what a miracle it would be
if your hand could reach out to encircle mine what a miracle it would be
if your sweet lips could sing like honeydew for my soul what a miracle it would be
if an audition could be won for a vacation cruise with you what a miracle it would be
baby, you got the goods and baby you got the looks, style, and five star plus quality!
we'd boogie on the dance floo, find our love power to score for the disco dance of our
excited hearts bounce as one night time ecstatic movements light up the disco ball up high
cause we're meant to be the miracle come true
rave reviews for us as a couple of the night on the dance floor
baby, what a miracle you and me would be entwined!
Copyright © Susan Mills | Year Posted 2011
The crowd went silent as the 2 second touchdown changed history
Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2015
I am from another galaxy
all a romance in the heart of Paris
all a mystery without desire
all a lost phantasm
all a film of being
where art is in the spiritual thread
so that every love to be eternal
Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac | Year Posted 2014
They come to greet me each day. They let me know everything is all right. They flutter and peck at my window. They tell me I am loved. They let me know they care. Funny, how I never noticed before. Funny still, I notice now. The birds are signs from God. And, that is a good thing. They are HIS love for me and me for HIM.
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015