Best Pasture Poems
Though my stall here is empty now
If you listen close...
You can hear me running through a greener pasture
Your sorrow opens the gate and releases me free
Thank you for rescuing me from worldly darkness
And giving me love unsurpassed
So that I may now run with others so loved...
But never forgotten
I am a child again young and lean my spirit afire
And oh how our spirits thrive here
Never again to feel the pain of the earth
Hear me running!
For your tears have watered the grasses for me
In God's Greener Pasture
-originally written for Kae Surrah
an Arab rescue mare
I'm standing by the mountain that reaches up so high.
I'm looking toward the heavens and asking for a reason why?
In the shadow of that mountain, I can't see my way through...
but I'll start climbing for the summit because I know I walk with you.
He'll lead me to the highest, he'll lift me and I'll fly,
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
I'm wading through the waters that flow down, so deep.
I'm searching for the answers, but in faith, I will leap...
into the deepest, darkest waters, I can't see my way through...
But I'll keep wading through the waters because I know I go with you.
He'll lead me across the waters, hold out His hand and I'll try,
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
I'm sitting In the garden that is withering each day.
I'm waiting for my time and while I wait, I will pray...
That when the winter winds begin to blow and my breath is released;
I’ll recall the mountain and the valley, with love and in perfect peace.
He'll lead me to the garden, He'll hold me as I pray and cry,
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
I'm lying in the pasture that spreads out far and wide.
I'm looking for the Shepherd who is always so close by.
There now, in the distance, He waves and beckons me!
So I'll go now into that pasture that leads to my eternity.
He'll lead me through the pastures, He'll carry me home when I die.
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
Come to my pasture of green,
this place that I love so well;
come and share all its bounty -
every plant, flower and tree.
Come to this meadow of green,
harvest the fruit from the vine;
watch the rain gently falling -
silvery as a dew in the morning.
As I look at the beauty around me
I see just how much He loves me.
I'm blessed with His gifts on earth -
the seasons, plains and valleys.
Lay down in my pasture of green
to gaze at the clouds high above,
hear His voice from the hillside
softly calling "My child, I am here."
Come to the woods, see His face
etched on a tender, young leaf,
revealed in a brook's peaceful sigh,
whispered by the wind's lullaby.
mad cow disease
the cows so relieved
to be penguins
Within these vast and roofless hallowed halls
Under skies holding clouds like distant smoke.
Beyond heaving hills sunlight fades and falls.
Stands a solitary, grand, majestic oak.
As this great oak's shadow looms far and fast
Stretching as light of evening turns to shade.
Colors red and yellow soft clear as glass.
A moment's view this picture God has made.
In Heaven gold and silver will be His grass.
His love is extended beauty's center piece.
Not briefly, but eternally beauty shall last.
Heaven's pasture with light, sweet joy, and peace.
Theo artist have tried with word, oil and stone
To recreate which God to all men give
No canvas or sculpture shall ever clone
Beauty of both pastures where we may live.
a lone blue spruce iced
with the moon sitting on top
turquoise shades reflect
Winter Coated Cow
Leans against a knotty tree
a Good Back scratcher.
DONE
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Jay
As dad and I trod over the newly tilled fields
Feeling warmed by the prospect of the day’s work
His eyes aglow within those granite features
I followed his sight to that field beyond as yet unsown
He called it virgin soil or heavens harrowed field
So long ago as I stood in awe of the man and his earth
So clearly I recall the rich scent of tilled broken ground
How the green corn melted with the sky horizons away
His powerful leathered hands how gentle they were
That chiseled brow that could see into tomorrow
He told me the one thing to always remember
A man is only as good as the work he puts into the world
Then that mythical man from my childhood, my dad
Pulled me up into the saddle and whooped at the horse
We headed back to the barn to finish the day’s toiling
Now all these years later I understand his gift of that night
As I stand with my son on the old harrowed pastures…
Silent fog creeping
Over cool empty grasses
Awakening slowly
Lush sloping green fields
Wild flowers swaying gently
Morning dew glistening
Pushed the wrong button, lost a bunch of stuff
Unable to recover, disappeared in a puff
Good stuff, quite unique
Such havoc I wreak
Send me out to pasture, this geezer has had enough
beautiful
braying voice loud
unhappy soul, no
true contentment
he simply wants attention
and see you
spring green pasture
dotted with new born white calves....
large red fireant mounds
King that saves out of the lion’s paw
caught up out of the bear’s jaw
Peaceful under the tree of life
Lamb overcame reining above strife
Lost sheep upon shoulders carry
Jesus Spirit seer shall not tarry
coming in glory parting sky
upon white unicorns they fly
pasture with nature
harm with warm the ozone shatters
long live green