Faith in God is strength
in all wide and in length
mind feels it only
matter of heart and soul
Mind changes when fall in danger
Heart tries to defend there
Sense carries out to be safe
Faith in God gives the conquering strength
THE LEAVES OF HOPE
The budded leaves of spring have come of age
they've leafed through summer on to autumn's page
and in the biting chill of early dawn
their time speeds up its pace of getting on
and now they turn through nature's silent rage.
When first they came to light, their greenery
made promises of things to surely be;
of dreams God laid into our days of youth,
part of our fate--our bitterness of truth,
but born again from springtime's majesty.
Through summer storms; at midnight in the breeze;
before the rains; we heard them in the trees,
with all their heart, oh what a song they'd sing
the very breath of God accompanying,
to make the heat of summer more at ease.
But now their rustling, stiff, and brittle sound,
gives warning of their falling to the ground,
as reds and golds and yellows cling on to
the only threads of life they ever knew;
and then it's lost, as if it's never found.
On a clear day at the edge of the lake,
into her lovely hands she did partake,
Of the still, cold water to quench her thirst,
Thinking of scenarios… best and worst.
It had been ages since she thought her own thoughts,
Caught up in the secular world’s nowhere lots,
Always striving to be part of a popular label,
To remain friends as much as she was able,
With those all this time she thought were friends,
So thought their thoughts and sought their ends.
She had never taken the time to connect with her inner self,
That God given conscientious treasure of spiritual wealth.
She would start at times to delve into it but never for too long,
Afraid that she would think differently and be labeled wrong.
Such a fear of being ostracized and losing face,
Kept up this false, franticly ferocious pace.
The water rippled while she drank her fill.
thinking these thoughts until it became still.
Then fear and dread suddenly filled her,
The shock and anxiety nearly killed her.
The mirrored waters reflected all, but showed not a trace,
Of her once precious, unique, God given face.
Inspired by the Sydney Peck sponsored contest. Written 6/21/11
Flames and fire are Devil’s friend,
melting, melting till the end,
conglomerate conformity
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
My freedom hand hits iron wall,
I’m simmered in a hamster ball,
running, running on worn out knee
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
My waxy self runs from the heat,
alas, alas I have no feet,
they’ve melted patriotically,
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
My colours blend unto a grey
My past has just been wiped away
Star spangled mediocrity
Oh God have you abandoned thee?
I gaze up high to see the rim
pray, save us from this burning sin,
free individuality,
Oh God please don’t abandon thee!
I am the god of mercy, grace, pleasance presence.
I am here under your cloak, under your antidotes.
I am the god of mercy.
The one in the sand between your toes
and the salt on your lips.
I am the god of mercy showing you things
you may not want to see but
must transcend.
I am the god of mercy answering all your prayers
under my sun
Another friend has made his way to where I cannot go.
The light is on, but no one's home. God put him in the show.
You ask God why. Do people die. But just have to wave goodbye.
Serenity is the peace
that is found
when you turn everything over
to our loving God.
Courage is the strength
to go beyond oneself,
beyond fear,
in order to accomplish the work
that God has called you to do.
Wisdom is the knowing
that God is the divine power
and source of both.
99 Cents...
That's all that I own
I go to bed hungry
I go to bed alone.
I don't have the Internet
I don't have a phone.
I can't find a job
I soon won't even have a home.
99 Cents...
For all that it's worth
I value every penny of it
It's all that I've got in my purse.
I can't even spend it
99 cents won't buy a thing
Everything's more than a dollar
Even the cheapest of things.
99 Cents...
That's all I've got to show
For many years of always working hard
For many years of always being on the go.
I hope God pays back all the Politicians and Bankers
That have put our economy in this mess
I hope God continues to take care of those of us
He considers his poor and therefore Blessed.
99 Cents...
In my purse it's all that I can see
I cherish it
And I value it
Tomorrow who knows where I will be.
I don't have a clue for as to where I'll be
Tomorrow's are just another of hopeless days
Hopefully God will take care of me
I'll just have to PRAY and wait and see.
(December 27, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
laying in bed footsteps she hears
is he coming to her this she fears
mommy doesn't know she can't tell
all she know's she lives in hell
she prays to god he doesn't come in
asking god why he allows him to sin
standing at the door his hand on the knob
pulling up the covers she starts to sob
calling her his princes his little girl
smelling his breath her head starts to swirl
she wants to get out to just run away
just so he wouldn't touch her another day
When will we learn of our true
Calling?
Will we see the signs to prevent our
Falling?
Will we ever learn the true cause of our
Pain?
Can we learn to survive this world and stay
Sane?
Will we ever be given the wisdom to
Know?
Are we ever truly prepared to
Go?
Do we search too far when the answers are so
Near?
Do we seldom try out of something as simple as
Fear?
Will we accept the fact it’s our own
Responsibility?
Can we break the bonds of genetic
Eventuality?
Do we chastise God when nothing seems to go
Right?
Don’t we pray to our God when we wish with all our
Might?
Are we capable when it seems we fail when we
Try?
Are we really weak when we’re overwhelmed and
Cry?
Is it wrong to wish you had what your neighbor
Had?
Can you keep a smile when the only thing you feel is
Sad?
Do we enjoy a world we try to
Pollute?
With our cheating ways are our vows all that
Resolute?
Will we ever learn to live our lives in
Peace?
Do you think our destructive ways will ever
Cease?
God bless the man
who can shed a tear or two
without fear
letting others see who he may be
exposing his inner soul
when his feelings well up
from deep within
what is it that makes a man a man
it’s having feelings acknowledging that others
have contributed to who you are and who you have become
knowing that you don’t stand alone
it’s the others who ever they maybe that carry you on their shoulders
with the love and pride that comes from deep inside
all men are capable of shedding a tear
but not every man can or will
be able to express his tenderness
and become the man God intended him to be
when tears fall upon your face
letting your humanness show through
that is God bestowing his grace on you
so I say again
God bless the man
who can shed his tears
in front of others for all to see
when he alone feels the love
of the many who have helped make him who he is
I pray someday that I will fulfill
Gods destiny for me
and be able to shed a tear or two
.
A
Man
Jonah
By name ran
From God by going
Down_ to Joppa
Went Down_in a boat to run away from God paid the
Fare went down in the hull and went to sleep each step brought him down and away from God
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
That, for us to see, to paragraph
it in life, so our souls, be received.
But what’s faith does to my biograph
that my blooming illusions believed?
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
Faith is like snowflake, a calligraph,
on fingertips of my thoughts that give
a paragon of virtue to live,
a subjective plot upon a graph;
His logos, oh, God had photographed
and made young Jesus his negative!
The boy smiles as he races
To catch the pop fly
Hit by the Little League coach
Dad where were you?
Why were you only my ride?
Why did you only deride?
Why did you leave me blue?
The boy waves to his dad
And runs to the car
But the topic of catch his dad didn’t broach
The young man smiles up
To the beautiful young lass
And he reaches for her hand to place a ring
Honey what are you doing?
How could you deceive?
I’m begging you please!
Who are you screwing?
But it’s just a rueful memory
To the day that started all this
If he only knew the misery that woman would bring
The man looks up at the screen
To see what has been written
A wizened smile spreading across his face
So who should I count on, You?
A God who inflicts pain?
A God who seems so vain?
I’ll stick to my point of view.
No visibly despairing sign
Outside of many a grey hair
Pay tribute to the misery of this life – this place
Perceive each day as a gift!
A gift freely given “no strings attached”
With the added bonus of free will for spice
On this beautiful serving tray of life
Two choices regally displayed- The Light and The darkness
I bow, I choose the gift more profound
The gift of light, free and clear
From the God of order and mercy,
Daily admonishing "Take only what you need in life,
All excess be kind and share"
I taste it, I accept it, and I kneel in humble worship of Him
His promise-eternal life in God’s presence
Everlasting peace!
To choose the darkness where tyranny reigns
Temporal riches galore amassing
Pure foolery, as these gifts- none are ever free
All illusions, just as magic, will vanish - poof!!
From the god of chaos and lies, beguiling
"Take! Live, the world is yours! You deserve all the best!"
All this for your immortal soul
But comes a day when the bill comes due!
No grace period, no mercy, and to be paid on demandl!
I decline! I reject! this god of chaos with
His promise - eternal separation from God
Everlasting anguish, suffering and pain!
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