The greener pastures
surround a bleak white framework
figuratively.
GREEN PASTURES
Over the mountain towards
yonder hearts have below-
young hearts have strove,
for years untold.
They've slung their packs
and cut their paths,
for legends still untold.
Chasing that elusive dream
from corner to corner-
they never get much older.
Yet, then again
there's those who've
caught a dream-
and for those Souls,
Life is a bowl of sweet cream !
Thus, when over yonder fence Thee go,
to search out greener pasture lands-
always play your best hand first !
the zebra took off to his greener pastures
he's lion in grass
for his love to be tiger
the zebra took off
connie pachecho
3/6/17
You would be surprised as I am so sure you would be
As with each time you realized it's the Lord that you see
Just out of nowhere when you are expecting it the least
Oh how He does care, His Love for you has never ceased
You would know right away leaving less doubt in your mind
For it too would begin to sway in all those blessing's you find
Your Heart, oh how it would leap even more so than it can take
For when in Jesus you steep your whole being becomes awake
Oh how the Lord wants you to come back, such a love so true
All of us have fallen off the track so don't ever let that stop you
In knowing this in you of how quickly His Light you would see
With Prayer comes something so new as your very soul is free
I'm surprised you waited this much often not one to procrastinate
I thought you would try to touch especially with no reason to wait
Oh how His love for You is so great, that void such a lonely space
Isn't it time to wipe clean that slate and just accept His Merciful Grace
2 Chronicles 7:15
Now mine eyes shall be open, and mine ears attent
unto the prayer that is made in this place.
If I were a single man, I would be longing for a mate;
If I were a married man, I would miss going out with a new date;
If I were a divorced man, I would not feel completely free;
If I were a widowed man, it would be lonely being me.
If I were a childless man, I would wish for a daughter and a son;
If I were a family man, away from home I’d want to run;
If I were a working man, I’d be bored from nine to five;
If I were unemployed, I’d have no vision to keep alive.
The grass is always greener in that pasture far away;
The trick to a happy life is to be satisfied with the path that you have paved;
So, every day I wake up, no matter the situation I am in,
I thank God for the life I have, to do otherwise would be a mortal sin.
Fleeing into dark night, I run
A truth not wholly accepted
A promise breaking as I write
One story ends, one rejected
I question my decisions now
Fleeing into dark night, I run
Rejection sets me on my way
As to wishes I did have one
The broken mirror reflects all
A dream remaining but no time
Fleeing into dark night, I run
Only one madness to my rhyme
I run far, always looking back
No hope remains under the sun
Great sentiment jolted off track
Fleeing into dark night, I run
Feeling the rumble down the line,
greener pastures calling me there.
Daydreams of love and golden times,
feeling the rumble down the line,
conjures visions of love divine.
Grooming the need to go somewhere,
feeling the rumble down the line,
greener pastures calling me there.
Feeling the rumble down the line,
calling me home from far away.
Taking to heart the trembling sign,
feeling the rumble down the line,
my heart transcends all space and time.
It speaks the joys of yesterday,
feeling the rumble down the line,
calling me home from far away.
© Aug 2010 Charles Henderson
For Nette's "Afterglow" contest
Lured across the world are we,
to setting sun, ancient sea,
privileged ones so carefree
lured to pastures greener?
Wander led the core of me,
to foreign suns Pharisees.
Naiveté fueled, footloose, free,
lured to pastures greener?
Herded child of Galilee
primed-pumped, then set free
fool's gold seeking protégée
lured to pastures greener?
Stop searching, surely, you see
beauty is all around thee.
My words echo back to me
Off barren walls
Through empty halls
Find no hearing ears this eve
Except my own
I'm quite alone.
Soon perhaps I'll leave this place
For greener fields
'Cross distant hills
And never happen back this way
Except in thought
For lessons taught.
I'll follow perchance this gale
That birthed my soul
And kept the coals of hope aglow
A peaceful breeze that fills my sails
And safely takes me
Across seas of animosities.
Here the grass has all but died
And turned to brown
Exposing bare ground
No longer can my roots be tied
I'll leave the wind the master
To choose a way to greener pastures.
Timothy I. Brumley
Just in case any of my fans are wondering, I wrote this poem in 1979 just
before coming back from overseas during my enlistment in the Air Force.
The breeze, or gale, mentioned above represents the Holy Spirit.
People think the other side of the pasture is greener
For some it may be true
For others, there is no other side; they are too afraid to go for it
And end up staying put, brewing in the mix of their forfeit
Some continue to look for that greener meadow
And realize when they get there, that brown patches are everywhere
Some can live with those uneven patches, ignore them, walk over them
And just live in those boundaries they have created
While some will not accept it and find ways to make it better
Turning those brown patches into their own color
Maybe not green but surely a shade that makes them dream
From a distance, the green pasture is what it is supposed to be
So we realize there is no greener pasture
The greener part that we all seek is really in us all
We were so busy thinking about its geography
But all along it was hidden, somewhere deep in our anatomy.