What would you wish for, if the stars
Bent low to hear your quiet plea?
A cup of dawn in folded hands,
Or one kind heart beside the sea?
Would you ask the wind for sweeter songs,
Or roses that could never fade?
Would you seek the silver moon
To bless each shadow evening made?
I would not ask for crowns of gold,
Nor gardens bright with endless spring;
Only one faithful soul to love,
And peace that blossoms without wing.
I'd wish the rain would heal the fields,
The frightened child forget to weep;
That every lonely window glowed
Before the world surrendered sleep.
I'd wish that grief might lose its name,
That hope would bloom where sorrows lie;
And every prayer too softly breathed
Be gathered by the listening sky.
For wishes, like the morning light,
Are fragile as the robin's song—
Yet one small kindness, freely given,
Can make the darkest night seem gone.
It’s something even children seem to know:
When love is freely given, it will grow.
Though as adults we try hard to deny
Those subtle things we cannot classify.
It’s Wisdom passing down from age to age.
It’s spoken of by prophet, seer, and sage
The young will dream, the old will reminisce
But in the end no one can quite dismiss
The Truth that’s written in our very soul;
The empty space inside, that God-shaped hole.
Look deep inside and you will always find
A love that you can never leave behind.
It’s something everybody longs to feel.
Yes, even as we doubt that it is real.
But every now and then we recognize
That Love is always near, but in disguise.
Love and life, a miracle.
A truth that is empirical
Found deep down in every human heart
Faith and hope and joy and peace
And grace that God will never cease.
A constant light to shine through the dark!
Strongest thing on earth
Inestimable value
But freely given.
Erasing doom avowing the dreams to consume
Walking backwards nights fading headed toward minty teas
Chains broken by Love freely given
Silver bones and copper blood
Quakes follow the raven driven
Snakes swarm the dogs prison
Knights fly toward sun awakened
Rightly excited to greet my best friend
Waving toward your amazing zen
Alive forever cause I live within your heart
It rose at dawn
A gleaming hungry sphere
Its glow a promise
Whispered in every ear
It fed on trust
It fed on hope
Both freely given but never earned
Then it scorched the fields
Of those who once had yearned
It claimed the sky
Declared itself the sun
Demanded praise
For fabricated wrongs undone
When people cried beneath its blaze
It turned their doubt to fuel
To thicken its own haze
No oath too sacred
No vow too steep to bend
The orb consumed and consumed
Leaving ruins without mend
Still it shone
Insisting it was light
While casting shadows
Over an endless night
The moment is all that exists.
Years are gone,the future resists.
In this present,life unfolds.
A story in time,bravely unfolds.
The worries of yesterday fade,
Tomorrow's fears, a distant parade.
In the now,find peace and light,
Embrace the present,day and night.
For in this moment,life is found,
On rock-hard ground,firmly bound
The present,a donation,freely given,
In this present,true living is striven.
From heaven’s heart, a gift was freely given,
A love so vast, it opens wide the gate of heaven.
He sent His Son to walk this earthly sod,
To bear our pain, to show the way to God.
Whoever trusts, no darkness need they fear,
For hope and life eternal now draw near.
No soul is lost who looks upon the cross,
For grace redeems what once was bound in loss.
So let us cling to mercy’s gentle light,
And live in love that makes the whole world right.
There is a Love,
a Love willingly and freely given.
But beware of Love’s doppelgänger,
a love masquerade and well hidden.
This love will only selfishly take,
but can completely fool you,
because he is a master fake.
So if ever in doubt,
let me help you out.
Is it Love, or love?
Love willingly and freely given,
or love only selfishly taken.
© 2025 by DC Poetry
Cobalt blue skies, ivory-white clouds,
Sun blazing through lace-covered windows,
But all this belies the truth of the day
As winter chills still have their way
Causing icicles to slide across pilgrim ways;
Do you watch from your room
As folk stroll in the gloom
Or steadily balance upon icy bloom,
While winter laughs in the face of living
Stating the cold is freely given,
And heat is a figment that is forgotten
Before the thaw begins,
Cobalt blue skies begin to smile,
And ivory-white clouds run for miles
Carrying the rain that waters the field
And sees every river and stream thrilled,
Then overflow with joy,
As winter invites spring to rain on the folk below,
Laughing as the spring winds up to release
Coils of wonder as seeds pop asunder,
And these cobalt blues and ivory whites
Become status symbols
Of natures march across the land;
Clap your hands, sing praise and rejoice,
As we rise from winter hibernation
To see these spring-filled days arrive
Welcoming Cobalt Days and Ivory ways
From Creator's hands as gifts for the land,
And mankind, let us rejoice.
©Steve Gregory 2025
All Scripture and Tradition teach that we should never fear.
Don’t wait to speak until you find a sympathetic ear.
But preach to every nation: Let’s be loud and let’s be bold!
Just like our Lord and Savior. Yes, and all the saints of old.
Let’s dare to be courageous! Daily pray for greater faith.
Cooperating with God’s gift of freely given grace.
To speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
As those who went before us did so all those yet to be
Might understand Christ theologically, historically.
And we who struggle now, let this be our inspiration:
We’re the “saints of old” to every future generation!
So, dare to be courageous! Build your works upon your faith.
And, open to the Spirit, be accepting of God’s grace.
And speak the Truth to old and youth, unhesitatingly.
For, we are called to be unapologetically apologetic…
From the moment our paths intertwined,
It felt as if the universe sighed in relief,
As though every star had waited patiently,
For your light to cross into my orbit.
In your presence, my heart beats softer,
Not out of weakness, but in reverence,
To the beauty that exists in your smile,
And the kindness you carry so effortlessly.
Your eyes hold a language I am learning,
One of warmth, depth, and wonder.
Each glance pulls me deeper,
Into a world I never knew I craved.
It may be soon to give these words wings,
To name what blooms so fiercely inside me.
But know, with every unspoken syllable,
They linger in the air between us,
Softer than a breath, stronger than a promise.
You hold my heart—
Not as a fragile thing to be handled,
But as the core of who I am,
A gift freely given, without condition,
To the one who makes it beat anew.
If the future is a song yet unwritten,
I hope your melody fills every note.
For now, let these words wrap around you,
A quiet echo of all you mean to me,
And all you will ever mean.
For it speaks true, to sensitize
through taste and touch, nose, ears and eyes
By nature, some will genuflect,
a flower's fragrance to respect,
detect unseen need to admire
gifts freely given by the Sire.
Fires up arms to pick within reach
all goodness plants, uncalled for, teach.
Breach dug in doubt - fear engineers
imperfect thoughts, brave minds adhere,
revere the truth, all that's divine -
Adore Creator's grand designs,
Aligne with hope to all He swore,
implore the One called to adore.
Aqua Marine.
Posted 3rd November 2024.
What twisted minds we have!
Fascinated by dark ritual,
sacrifice of human blood
to call black magic to our aid.
Alluring secret knowledge,
perilous complexities;
attempting to control
the supernatural.
How can this make sense anymore?
Two thousand years ago,
the Divine bled itself for us,
granted us power
despite our unworthiness and ignorance.
Freely given, and open to the light.
A ritual beyond our wildest dreams.
So condescendant, the Lord of the Light,
for all that we must do
is to believe,
and to eat,
And all is ours...
The terms of the pact really make no sense,
but God makes all things new.
3 June 2024
"The Bookkeeper"
what guides the mind,
that guides the hand,
of those stories
that are written
and delivered?
they are already set
in the Other's
firmament.
the numbers
of time
in a heart
marked singular,
and transparent,
the soul’s promises
kept and unkept
in contract,
the foregone
conclusions
for page turning
calculating prophets,
pure and impure
the many
gains and losses
in the Other's
assumed absence;
in rhythm and rhyme
all the ways to go -
were laid
in a book,
embedded,
for you long ago -
the choice was yours,
the gift freely given,
the freedom opened,
the Love
drawn
automatic
seen in the mirror's
reflection
Entry,
your token.
all your stories
read,
all your stories
ghost written.
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Ephesians 1:5-6 NIV?
[5] he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— [6] to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves.
An, orphan being tossed around.
How, did my ears not hear the sounds.
My, eyes I plea how could thy not see.
Leading, me into captivity,
Of, my soul longing to be set free.
These, feet leading me into darkness of the night.
As, if there was no source of light.
Oh, these hands trying to build on my own.
As, if I was a farmer that could reap a sown.
I would hear the harvest is here.
But, how could this world teach me not to fear.
Giving, up by the division and hate.
Left to wander where are those which,
Seek , the narrow path of the Living gate.
One, night alone while opening up God's word.
Seeking, not what I had learned from my herd.
God, heard my humble cry and breathed in life.
In this dead body that was lost in strife.
This, feeling of finding a new home.
While, being purified to longer roam.
Giving, up my mankind foolish ownership.
Seeking, the likeness of this new Kinship.
To receive adoption into God's sonship.
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