The depths of their hearts
a storm that never quits.
its lamentation…pausing
between flashes of lightning,
lighting up the frozen stage
of irreconcilable grief…
the breakpoint - unexpected,
gushing forth the consummate love
for a life well-lived, a soul
in perpetual peace - a mother
who they would’ve guessed
would bide for 25 more years
but the angels came for her
as she dreamed of heaven -
her faith in Christ unbroken.
her abiding love will reside
in future generations
who will glimpse it in retentive eyes.
3/11/2022
When time escapes the confines of my mind,
This sullied birdcage (though touchstone),
I stretched to breakpoint on some days,
(Confining yes, but not outgrown).
Will I remember earthly realm,
My animus to pain be blind,
Accept my homeless overwhelm,
Will Rose exist to call my own?
May Rainbow Promiser amaze,
Creation's clock surrender throne,
(As paupered time reveals existence kind!)
What rules survive to judge eternal bard?
What verdict reached! (We swam in time),
Reborn in love, we live to praise,
Conclusions can't be finished rhyme!
As Saints, we find past sin undone,
Though we still feel, no body's scarred,
As lovers, now we greet the Son,
(As pilgrims meet His star-filled clime.)
Yes, hope's still Bread of Heaven's ways,
Each moment fuels more light sublime,
Christ's siblings play in heaven's endless yard!
Brian Johnston
May 2, 2018
Vanquished from the bitter ambiance
A lone pillar out at sea
the sound of birds flocking
a narrow passage of water
leading to a small island
no tempers of fire
a fulfillment of one's inner desire
hunt and gather for your dinner
a good cause to boast
like a drifting seagull out on the coast
the island had little pigs good for dinner
it was the breakpoint
A beautiful companion
The place where dreams were made
more of a fantasy island
many have found vast amounts of riches there
you can bask in the vast expanse without a worry or a care
All she wanted to do was to prove her point.
What goes up must come down –
She packed climbing gear and grabbed her ballpoint.
It was time for the dauntless doubter’s meltdown!
Standing at the bottom of a mountain,
She looked up to the highest point.
Hoping it would not rain,
She headed for the first checkpoint.
Then, stopped to rest and write some poetry.
About life from her viewpoint –
She heard the voice of the Almighty.
And wrote heavenly thoughts He did appoint.
She started climbing again, aches in every joint.
Past her breakpoint and the midpoint to the endpoint.
She dropped her pen; it bounced down the mountain.
Over rocks, nooks, and crannies…proving her point.
© January 18, 2011