Forevermore... I am grateful as triumph reigns over distress
since my heart has overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquering frustration angsts that oppress
midst prevailing hope, serving as steadfast fortress.
With support system anchoring me with cheer
blissful quietude has defied attacking fear
driving my commitment with hope-filled gear
forevermore... toward bouncing up and moving on, indeed very clear.
Though skeptical to vanquish lurking gloom
forevermore... my faith has chosen victory over mockery of doom
not willing to face early death along inviting tomb
believing that hope offers peace ever since I was in my Mom's womb.
Now that I am in the ministry of reaching-out
my spirit thanks the Divine Source of hope, without any doubt
forevermore... allowing thanksgiving to prevail for miracles against unbelief-clout
joyfully keeping on, encouraging others with "We can do it!" shout.
*Psalm 89:52 Blessed be the LORD for evermore. Amen, and Amen.
June 21, 2026
3rd place, "2026-06-14 Forevermore" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/22/2026
Grateful am I as triumph reigns over distress
since my heart has overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquering frustration angsts that oppress
midst prevailing hope, serving as steadfast fortress!
With support system anchoring me with cheer
blissful serenity has defied attacking fear
driving my commitment with kindness-filled gear
toward bouncing up and moving on, indeed very clear!
Though skeptical to vanquish lurking gloom
my faith has chosen victory over mockery of doom
not willing to face early death along inviting tomb
believing that eternity offers peace ever since I was in my Mom's womb!
Now that I am in the ministry of reaching-out
my spirit thanks the Divine Source of life, without any doubt
as thanksgiving prevails for miracles against unbelief-clout
joyfully keeping on, encouraging others with "We can do it" shout!
Sitting here by your baby bed,
Many thoughts going through my head,
Praying God protect you from harm,
Yearning to hold you in my arms.
Go to sleep, my dear infant one,
Long way to go, life just begun,
Beyond today lies many feats,
May God direct in all you seek.
Go to sleep, my fine little boy,
Day coming fast to forego toys,
And depart your sheltered childhood,
Tend you all the way if I could.
Go to sleep, my young teenage lad,
Hear words of wisdom from your Dad,
Grow up strong with moral fiber,
Trust in Christ as Lord and Savior.
Go to sleep, my spent adult son,
Your long hard trek will soon be done,
Normal life has been hard to reach,
God free you from angsts, I beseech.
Sitting here by your first picture,
A healthy child; now dire stricken,
Will always wonder through the years,
Pondering why and shedding tears.
I want to feel
The warmth
The joy
The love
All things I’ve been denied
The desire to not only give affection
But to receive it in turn
I want to have something rosey
To change my ever stale grey world
I’m tired of looking from the outside in
But want to be the one being looked at
From grey to rose colored
I want to feel
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