Best Cradle Poems

Written May '85 when I was 14

It's truly a shame in our day and time
that a child goes hungry: it should be a crime.
We say look ahead to a bright new dawn,
but tell that to a mother when her child is gone.

The baby died in...

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Cradle Song

Sleep now!  Oh sleep sweet child divine!
Sleep now ‘neath a bright star’s light
Rest now Heaven’s prince!
Dreaming through the night
Angel’s praises sing your lullaby.

How little did we know of love?
Did not see your heavenly plan
Still shepherds come with lambs
Earthly kings and holy hosts
Welcome Jesus,...

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The moon's bow beckons to me,
wind's frosty fingers 
entwining mine,
and I lay myself on the balcony's ledge

immersing, losing myself
under that inky blanket sea

the clouds rolling past, so fast,
skimming like waves veiling moonlight,
then letting it peek through
like a shy bride

beautiful, so beautiful
a gentle glow of soul
a...

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   "The Wooden Cradle"

a white wooden empty cradle, I wait in the nursery room
for the smell of baby fragrance to illuminate sleeping bloom
years have escalated, still sounds of silence hurt my ears
for all I hear are tender sobs from a Mother's broken tears.

I...

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when darkness falls
shadows serenade
upon moonlit walls
and my eyes close
as i bid farewell to day

sweet dreams
cannot come
when hand from grave
rocks you back
through life's storms

i was bound to the hand
that rocked the cradle
my ship in stormy seas

slapped on the face
yet not by waves
but tasted saltwater
just the same

chilled...

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THE CRADLE OF MANKIND.
 
The archaeologists of this era 
Were about to excitedly find
The Cradle of Mankind
Where the origins of humankind
Had been found, the news was about 
To be revealed to the whole world
And so the ears of our globe were glued  
To their...

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Intense heat ripples across 
the vast sand dunes of the Serengeti 
where it intersects with the
silent shores of a rare desert lake 
a calm, cool oasis for both 
man and beast. 

Taj Mahal of the desert 
it is a liquid cradle of life
coveted by a...

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'Twas God's cradle, not a stork, that carried her to earth
A babe nestled in God's loving hands prepared for birth
Still enraptured by heaven's spirit, feeling its mirth
God's hands remained after birth to ensure this child's worth

God's hands left her in safety at a monastery, 
This...

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~The Cradle~

Leafless arms extend full length.
Embracing in their curves an empty cradle
Tucked into a cozy arbor still lingering
With the scent of apple blossoms full grown
Crafted from borrowed twigs, a stolen yellow ribbon and
Pillows of soft green moss
That cradled three tiny eggs, color borrowed from the...

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Although moon glints, I am inconsolable
 This womb,  your harbor
Nourished by splendor of days,  nights
While we wait in anticipation for life...

Fifteen weeks it is,  come evening
As I imagine a baby so pure
Dwindling her toes, chuckling aloud:
Till your pulse beat slips  ticks...

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Cradle your love gently in caring hands
Tenderly as velvety fine grained-sands
Be the rainbow in their showery days
Today tomorrow forever always.

Love graceful as pirouetting snowflakes
Enfold with warmth of a loving embrace
The life changing gift tied up with heart strings
Jewels in the crown that only love brings.

Hold...

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The Cradle And the Cross

” 20 But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in...

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*^.^* “COMING ¤ SOON” *^.^*...

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A cradle filled with hay 
Our newborn Jesus lay
Born of the Virgin Mary
Sin of man to carry

From the cradle, Mary knew
What Jesus must go through
A world lost and undone
A Savior, He would become

A world who could not understand
The divine purpose of God’s plan
Barabbas, set Him...

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The wind
comes in at night,
bringing with it new ghosts
but I'm wrapped tight in mother's quilt, 
each painstaken swatch stitched by her own hand
She sings a breathy lullabye
and rocks me to sleep in
the cradle of
the wind...

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