I believe life owed me no more than a chance,
at times my failures were of my own making.
Often times I’ve procrastinated at first glance,
and missed what God intended for my taking.
I deposited opportunities on the stove’s back burner,
with intent to address them some future day.
This wouldn’t happen to an astute discerner,
inattention always demanded a price i pay.
Sometimes but once an opportunity came ,
and then God gave it to one more deserving.
I faced the mirror with my finger of blame,
without hope of the opportunity returning.
Time is critical in making good decisions,
get it right the first time, life grants no revisions.
I left my past in all its fullness, thinking my life was almost complete.
Then the present was upon me, like a flower’s fragrance, it was so sweet.
I thought back to the past, a mere seed; yes, it must have been.
For the present was surely, slowly growing within.
In a dream my present became my future, my thoughts began explaining,
That life would be more if I’d allow the expanding of my time remaining.
For just as the present had come from the thoughts of my past,
The future would be born from my dreams which are vast.
It’s the thoughts that I have of my dreams full array,
That brings in the contractions of a future day.
The future will be fleeting, how could it last?
Eternity is waiting, and the end of time has been cast.
I heard a voice convicting me
prompting calling
knocking at my door
to turn back to God
...drawing me
The Holy Spirit helped me
to op'ed this door
I heard Jesus
He came through
He dined with me and I with He.
I understood I’m born again
made free,eyes opened
now I see !
Deep in my mind's eye
A vision, clear as day
The face of this man
had become known to me
& I began to walk His way
In Christ I am
made right by Him
blessed by grace
Born anew*
by the Spirit
my counsellor friend
& guide
On a future day**
to be
changed in a moment
with a new resurrection body
* Feb 1987
**First Resurrection tba
Hate Speech
Miracle Man
4/22/2024
Hate speech is always abusive,
and disrupting.
It never gives thought to the mind
its corrupting.
Hate speech is rampant throughout,
the land.
And with each sunrise the flames,
are fanned.
Perhaps we’ll agree to disagree,
some future day.
So that each faction is granted,
a peaceful say.
Laying dormant are feelings,
awaiting exposure.
Many feel the need to be aired,
for closure.
Protest actions now go beyond,
free speech.
And when this happens others rights,
they breach.
Encore
David J Walker
The Straight-Line life will
find a way to wind
its way in time
Save the savings they say
for a future day
Save the savings for
play days and dates in a future
unsecured
I am the today onstage
there will be no encore
and therefor
No tomorrow
No yesterday
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MIXED FEELINGS
If I could now glimpse that future day
When that realisation begins to dawn
For all those expecting one more loss
An unmoving stone, covered in moss
Surrounding faces looking so forlorn
Resisting a temptation to glance away
Hear the whispers to know their mind
With none desiring to speak out loud
Only a few gathered around the bed
And some have sent messages instead
It’s premature for heads to be bowed
All preferred a day of a different kind
A balanced mix of the given and taken
With love and friendship as inspiration
All the unimportant things to be tossed
But anxious no good memories are lost
Still with echoes of that determination
To have left the world a little shaken
Dreams, Goals, Age
Miracle Man
January 5, 2024
I remember visioning of a future day,
and toward this goal I’ve played many roles.
My life’s chosen path, would make my way,
Stepping stones took me toward my goals.
But today, years later, my dreams have vanished,
I’ve no more dreams; my future has passed.
It seems, by age, my dreams have been banished,
and today, most thoughts, reside in my past.
“The older you get the greater you were”.
Lou Grosscup
In Christ I am
made right by Him
blessed by grace
Born anew*
by the Spirit
my counsellor,friend
and guide
On a future day**
to be
changed in a moment
with a new resurrection body
to reign
as promised
with Thee
&
then
your face
to see
* Feb 1987
**First Resurrection tba
To A Warrior's Creed, Valiant Death, Fate Oft Decrees
I follow the red line into hot, blazing Hell
with razor sharp long sword firm in my fighting hand
sending the devils down where their demon friends dwell
down, down deep, upon earth's surface I take my stand
I, raging fighter, with valiant blood in my veins
The Sun my only friend as its light clears my way
I leave behind me, nothing but huge bloody stains
I live as a warrior on a pittance of pay
A day's ration of bread and a bold flask of wine
few gold coins for every dark monster I slay
and the great favors of girlfriends, I daily dine
pride and Fate demands I die on some future day.
As life will be forfeit what care I of death's hand
no more than a bad-spit whisper the dying groan
To truth I am sworn, courageous is my dear stand
I am a valiant warrior, I dare fight alone.
My Lord, to an honorable death I so plead.
I lay here glad as away my life slowly bleeds.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Note- "The valiant brave die but one honorable death"
The moon peeks through
the night,
Her blue light a distant sight,
As I sip my coffee,
Sadness looms,
Lost in thought of you,
my heart consumes.
My gaze wanders to the sky
so black,
Wondering how to get our
love on track,
I feel as though we've lost
our way,
Uncertain how to make
bright our future day.
Love, my dearest, burns strong
and true,
But doubts and fears
obscure my view,
The early morning,crisp and cold,
Reflects a heart,
heavy and old.
He squandered time, left fields unplowed,
in search of highs, pursuing thrills,
neglecting that he'd been endowed
with gifts to cultivate and till.
He wandered where his heart did please,
but pleasure slipped by small degrees.
A random walk, no certain line:
the storms in life were kept at bay.
But with no star to point or shine,
he, ere awares, had lost his way.
Once jubilant, his raucous dance
had brought him to a wide expanse.
There in the field, he saw them toil;
relentlessly, they stored away
the harvest so as not to spoil,
to see them through a future day.
He should have marvelled at their craft;
instead, he skipped off with a laugh.
The weather turned, conditions grim;
he found no respite from the storm.
A fleeting thought occurred to him:
that colony was nice and warm,
but having not the strength to fight,
succumbed, unconscious, to the night.
The ants took pity: although he
was thirsting, cold, and oh so thin,
and time would pass before he'd be
industrious, they took him in.
"Why wasn't I just disavowed?"
he wondered, this time not so loud…
All is certainly not well in my homeland today
Divisive elements with destructive intent,
As the middle class is no longer having a say.
Rich and powerful forces getting their way
Seems no one listens to my “two cents,”
All is certainly not well in my homeland today.
I’m feeling as though I’ve no way to sway
What effect has one vote expressing dissent,
As the middle class is no longer having a say.
Looking at our institutions, all is not okay
Word from politicians say not what is meant
All is certainly not well in my homeland today.
Still, I am hopeful for a better future day
Free from news media’s catastrophic event
As the middle class is no longer having a say.
Can it be our cherished Republic is in decay?
We’ve forgotten the message Liberty sent
All is certainly not well in my homeland today
As the middle class is no longer having a say.
Written June 28, 2022
Amidst Swirls Of Twinkling Stars, Love Yet Flies
Above the soft gasps of night craving skies.
Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies.
Outward, and onward through silence of marching time
Away from earth and ticking of clock's midnight chime
In veiled galaxies, hidden from mortals' view
Lie love' gems glistening as if morn' rose in dew
Memories and treasure in vaults lined with gold
Rarely seen except by those lovesick and so bold
As to dare voyage beyond earthen life and sad state
Fleeing worldly kingdom of death and seething hate.
Above the soft gasps of night craving skies.
Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies.
There the dark worries of life are taken away
Admission is precious hope of that future day
When those departed unite in heavenly bliss
With prayed reunion of touch and eager kiss
Together in dreams and longed for paradise
Brief the dear moment but for now such will suffice
And hold each other until coming of dawn's glow
With wedded love just as pure as fresh falling snow.
Above the soft gasps of night craving skies.
Amidst swirls of twinkling stars, love yet flies.
Robert J. Lindley, April 24th 2022
Romanticism
She will never no, that I love her
because I'm afraid to tell her, she'll might say no
and reject me so
this is why I refuse to tell her so
That I love her so
I pray for her often
often I pray for her
this I do daringly
and I relish in the future day that
she might would just sparingly relish me
In awe just but why because I love her so
1/25/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
The Stark Reality, The Sad And Tragic Prediction
Cry not, that one future day all will perish
Nature's beauty, all we of flesh so cherish
Remnants, magnificent splendor that was Rome
All we embrace, life, love, heart and dearest home.
All shall meet the power of decay and death
We of that darken and weak Fate, mortal breath
Throngs that flood and so deep pollute mother earth
Oblivion will make it all of no worth…….
What you cry loudly, shall bring such destruction
We with power can levy no obstruction
Shall it be the immense power of the sun
By that atomic monster we be undone?
Nay, such will not destroy earthen curse of man
For he that seeks darkness whenever he can
Shall die from sins of heart, soul and wicked hands
Earth and Nature work to reclaim virgin lands.
Cries predictions by the Oracle of Fate.
Unless mankind stops before it is too late.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-22-1981
Dark Rhyme
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