Journeys Poems

Safe journeys

Good night my love adieu
Let the moon whisk away your fears
Angels will watch over you



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Journeys

I dream of journeys to contemplate
of driving alone on a lined snow-laden road
with no destination
of gliding through the wilderness on a train
its whistle a haunting sound
over bridges with deep water moving beneath
and boreal trees all around
of flying in a diminutive airplane over the ocean
with no land to observe
lost in the blue
listening to every creaking sound
of

FAITH IN GOD WHO LEADS US IN OUR JOURNEYS

February 25 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 33-34

Key Verse – Numbers 33:2 And Moses wrote their goings out according to their journeys by the commandment of the LORD: and these are their journeys according to their goings out.

FAITH IN GOD WHO LEADS US IN OUR JOURNEYS	

God leads us in our journeys through

Writing Journeys

In the quiet hum of the screen’s glow,
fingers dance, tapping keys,
each touch a spark, a ripple in time.

I am filled and emptied,
a vessel for voices long silent,
echoes of dreams, shadows of thoughts,
memories interwoven with the present,
stories waiting to be born.

Liberation, a paradox,
chained to this luminous expanse,
yet free, soaring through realms
of imagination, across the tapestry
of space,

dust covered journeys

I shift my mind
through the wild trajectories
of life
I often feel I have turned the corner
refusing to the titterings of despair
I cannot hold back the spring
the snowman is no more
I must welcome summer
and hear the voices chattering
of travellers tales
from their dust bone journeys

Journeys

  A baseball glove lies on its back
  in a trunk of items
  once fresh and youthful
  now discarded for
  love and marriage
  perhaps a stroller
  whose blue-eyed
  blue-bootied
  occupant will
  himself!
  soon be
  the proud owner
  of his first glove

Slippery journeys

 winter's freezing temps
 snowy days with icy woes
 slippery journeys
 

Night Journeys

Scintillating lights softly dancing with the moon 
dreamy music playing from the halls of our memory 
this is your story and this is mine 

Tall willowy blades of grass leaning gently towards hills 
midnight fantasies that calm our weary minds 
this is your place and this is mine 

Secrets of lives yet untold beneath the

Educational Journeys

A catalogue came in the mail
Of places I could visit,
Descriptions of the journeys
Both exotic and exquisite.

The trips were educational,
For travel and for learning,
With some possible connections
To new friends upon returning.

The itineraries beckoned –
Every country you’d consider
If you had the savings ready
And the time that you could fritter.

So I thumbed through all the pages
Of the places

Journeys

On life's journeys do we stop to reflect
    take stock of where we have been
  Asking pointed questions helps us select
    a path forward to avoid taint of sin

  Where have we been? Where are we going?
    To Whom will we report in the

Journeys

You can travel to the pyramids.
Or Tutankhamen’s tomb.
Gaze upon the Parthenon.
In Athens, I presume.
Eat your lunch on Jungfraujoch.
Or Paris, for a start.
But nothing stirs the senses
Like journeys of the heart.

Journeys

“Journeys”

I reread “Grapes of Wrath”

Today,

Then went to El Paso

And stared at the wall.

The Bountiful Land

"Oh beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain."

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Tales from ancestral lore decree
How journeys prompt discovery.
Evolving visions, sacred themes,

Beckoned onward those hopes and dreams:
One land became that promised place
Undaunted seekers could embrace -
No plight would prove

The Treble Journeys

I knew of a man who journeyed himself a threefold
Before he could face decease.
First, his coming into the world
It was I could say a thrill to all
Albeit the months' trials
He huffed and puffed
Wishing the new environment to be favourable ;
But it felt horrendous
However, he was courageous to endure the child's stage
This: marked the first-ended but

Journeys Suspend In Winter

Please, your journeys suspend in winter
Death's Cold on The Body A Printer.
Correct! To Death speedily freeze, 
Not salubrious Winter's chilly breeze.

This you tell Your Dearest Jacinta, 
I could same say to Christ, The Carpenter; 
Asthma's Patients: inhalers or wheeze!
Often, the time to keep saying ‘’Jeez!’’

They are careful who cherish their lives;
If you don’t against self

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