Best Faithsweet Poems
A tree of height dreams was vast Sweet gum it seems,
when I chance to retrace tender childhood thoughts.
Young dreams of enemy's luck in classic schemes.
Thoughts would drift as wars with my demons were fought.
An old Sweet gum tree, my womb of strong support,
she mothered my dreams, fetus did not abort.
Divine boughs call now I Godly dedicate,
my witness by grace, as I still meditate.
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4/19/2011
Angels of the choir
Is this the sound of heaven?
Such sweet emanations’
Heaven sings out
Each note
Plucks at my heart
Lifts my soul
Then elevates me
Carrying me away
On a choral wave
Of sweet rapture
Then upon the final note
Of purest clarity
I return to earth
Today I walked under the canopy
of an old Maple tree,
wise in the ways of nature,
free in her advice
to all who listen.
Politely I observed
this behemoth of wisdom,
some eighty feet in stature,
as Nature’s symphony in faint decibel
crept upon my ear.
The sound wafting to and fro
in the breeze wove the harmonies
emanating from some strange place,
and played hide and seek with my senses.
A violin concerto, perhaps?
The sound, not a lilt, above the country side assortment
of normal birds, squirrels and goats;
enticing me to listen and look a little closer,
imbibing my curiosity to identify this song, this ode to Mother.
Looking upward, into the branches I found my answer.
A swarm of Hornets......
Singing a contented thank you.
I have never seen this before.
Leaves were covered with a sugary sweetness that was liquid.
On some it was dry and looked much like confectionary sugar.
I could not tell if a powdery substance
was absorbing the high humidity to become liquid
or if the leaves were weeping and as it dried,
left the white powder.
I realized that WHAT, HOW OR WHY
was not nearly so important as the GIFT.
How often I have seen the bark weep sweet upon the trunk.
But, that was not as today.
The leaves with sweet ambrosia coating
enticed the bees to stay and stay.
I returned time after time
to view the scene
and listen to contented sounds
of the bees rejoicing.
Reveling in the power of He who said,
“Even unto the least of these”,
and to marvel in the mystery of the weeping leaves
and the glory of God and his proof of
everlasting love.
Feb. 2011 Charles Henderson
Faith has infiltrated one sweet soul,
As life riddled with sin and stain thereof,
Emancipation for the spirit being,
Sought in prayer salvation showed freedom.
Through turbulence and heart ache strength is born,
As holy light beams guide the wicked home,
Faith achieves the answers in the heart,
Surrendered to the God of Heaven and Earth.
When all else fails some simple words will do,
As lovely candlelight flows a request,
A pure soul understands that time will show,
Faith carries on the wings of angel mist.
Faith contains the keys to mysteries,
Reward in eternal mansions beyond the clouds,
The presence of His Light forevermore,
Satisfies the hungry heart, sweet soul, deep mind.
My theme in this contest is Faith.
OH MY HEAVEN
Oh my Heaven, sweet sweet Heaven
City of my Great Reward
Oh lovely Heaven
Where pure men breathe in love
And dear saints dine and wine
At the table of the Lord.
Oh Heaven my country
Where I am an affirmed and loved citizen
Where I am fully employed by my King
Where no foreigner can invade
Neither corruption be found
Oh Heaven, my perfect Heaven.
Oh precious Heaven my Home
Where sweet praises are raised to Father alone
Oh Heaven, Home of homes
Where all tongues and tribes
And nations and people
Are bonded in love as one big family.
Oh dearest Heaven
Where hearts and houses
And streets and cities
Are purified by fire
And are more transparent
Than any man-made glass.
Heaven oh Heaven
The City of righteousness I remember
When I am tried and tempted
City I can’t dare to miss
City of Whose I long to meet
Heaven, the Heaven.
God must have smiled when there so high
He hung a rainbow in the sky
To reassure, assuage our fears.
We've been so blessed for all these years
With God's own sign that He still cares,
Is overseeing Earth's affairs.
So when you see the storm clouds brew,
Remember God's sweet oath to you.
He'll send his bow in sweet accord;
Assurance that He keeps his word.
For John Heck's Encore contest