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Heading in a certain direction where we've never been before
All but lost His Reflection oh Lord for what next is now in store
The complete abandonment of His Will as I mention the unborn
Never being able to get their fill these are those who I'd warn
The one's who just refuse to believe as they lash out at His Name(JESUS)
The one's who'll so desperately grieve in seeing their own shame
Those one's who will ultimately be cast into the great lake of fire
As He told you your time here will not last, a situation that is dire
And the further that we drift away the more we tend to lose sight
For now everything is okay and you just do what to you feels right
That's certainly not the way to go as this Nation will again find out
I myself, for you I just pray, as for me there has never been a doubt
Maybe you can't feel it all around you but trust me that it is there
That's why nothing can be found and the reason why you don't care
But soon such things you'll see as He said that you still won't believe
And so this my plea for without Grace you are all too easy to deceive
I have lived. I have loved.
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
In this world of Devils, Angels fly away to escape;
In this world so full of Devils, there is no-one left to save.
When there is nothing left, but the evil in their ways.
We are all to bla---me! For no-one being saved.
We are surrounded by wolves and I hear their howls;
How am I alone! Meant to make you feel sa---fe?
When the fires burn and there is nowhere left to turn;
How am I alone! Meant to act my a---ge?
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
Nothing costs the heart, as much as love.
Nothing makes the heart; feel so good.
Nothing is ever, worth the cost of your soul;
Nothing is lost, when the risk you take is love.
I took the drugs! I took the pain!
In the end it all fades and it all goes away.
I never did enough; if I could I would change.
My life a waste. Never be a slave to the wage.
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
What I want, doesn’t matter as much,
As the truth being set free and a new kind of love.
What I’ve lost, never compared to love.
I took the drugs; I took too much.
Now I am gone, heading into the sun;
Breaking bad habits, never did me wrong.
I’ve learned a lot on my journey through love;
Now the end has come, so I will carry on.
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
And I have loved!
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Early morning, while walking down the country road
I saw a group of children, school bound in crisp uniforms
Oh it is August, I suddenly remembered
And the schools have opened after the summer holidays
Like birds unleashed from the cage,
With satchels on their back, talking merrily
Shouting at times in rising elation
Without a care, they walked down the lane
Seeing them, my world sank into a chasm of memories
Remembered my school days when I walked on foot
With my friends every morn to the school, close by
Though bored by the onerous rite of waking up early
And studying subjects we hardly had any interest
Life altogether was a new adventure
And on every day we learnt something new
At recess, we would grow into a disorderly mass
Laugh and play. Oh, what joy we always had!
But how fast those happy days ended,
Plunging me into an abyss of nostalgic remembrance.
Seeing those children in school uniforms,
Heading to school to study, play and have fun
Thoughts fall like feathers of moulting birds and reel round me.
How the memories of school life make me smile
And how I long to be a student again just for a while!
August.26.2022
Back to School Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Francine Roberts
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Death is the last enemy that God fought on the cross
His creation for mankind was immortal
Oh, one deception hampered God’s created world
Death is inevitable, but certain for all born human beings
Sad to see such days like Job’s faith tested by the tragic news that comes one after another
These are the days that terrify the world with the sad stories
No bed, no oxygen, no hospitals, no dear ones around, no decent burials
Son arranges an oxygen cylinder, and cops take it away; the child’s mother dies after two hours
A senior citizen dies by donating his bed to a young family man, and dies after two days
Systems and Government failed miserably in handling the virus, and Oh God, restore us,
Oh God, where the world is heading, dead bodies are on the streets, in the hospital too
Such a cursed time we watch fear and painful stories
Refreshed by your word that man’s life is just a water bubble
Who can heal the wounded world and stop the death angel? Hear our prayers we repent
Heal the land, we turn from our wicked ways, Be our saviour and a living God;
Love of God has the power to redeem us and keep us, and His arms are wide open to save
God’s love doesn’t care about our mistakes
Iniquities take us far from God
Satan tries to interrupt your journey
Be in God’s hands, human love changes
A series of storms can pass by you
You are safe under the shadow of the almighty
The Lord is your keeper
Do not run away from God….
Be in God’s hand
Heading south and returning from an early morning run on a delivery route,
I came upon the top of a hill which was the route I always took. But that
morning was different, one that would be a treasured morning in my memory.
At the top of the hill as the morning sun came beaming upon my face, a
soothing song came softly across the radio waves speaking tones of melody
to my soul. No, it was not a Christian song but not unseemly in any way.
The beautiful song, one of my favorites, whispered a bit of romance between a woman and a man; about how they once "danced the night away until the morning became a brand-new day". But those lines and more are not the words that arrested and captured me forever and a day. There were but two soothing words that transfixed my ears and swept through every fiber of my being. SEPTEMBER MORNING.
I wish that I could have documented that moment, sealed and tucked it
away in a secret place where it could never be erased. Nevertheless, that September Morning, that treasured September Moment was locked into my memory, surfacing occasionally, to acknowledge the beauty of God's Fall Season. It's been 40 plus years since the creation of that momentous moment. That sacred sunlight scene, that beam of energy so serene,
captures me again and again; especially each September.
082622PS
What makes us act the way we do
Is it something buried deep in our genes?
Programmed to live our whole life through
Never able to alter the scene?
Are we all merely here to play a role
That's been predetermined by fate?
Can we redirect the path we're following
If we're heading for a life second rate?
Don't get me wrong, my life's been great
There's nothing I'd really like to change
Perhaps a little more stability would be nice
Though I might find that a wee bit strange
Everybody thinks it would be better “if”
But “if” has certain strings attached
Shouldn't go there, the results could be bad
Don't mess with the path that's been mapped
Just be happy with the skin that you're in
Your life will take its own twists and turns
If you just try to live an exemplary life
Loads of happiness will be yours in return
Blossom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Road trip to Blossom
My growing up home
It is a farm place
In sunshine and
Fresh ozone
Lush and green.
I'm heading there
I'm going home
Driving on
Like running wonder
I'm going home,
I'm comin home
Run wonder.
Onward hill's break past
Heading on ..
Bouncing up and down
Little .. little behind me
Passing wayward streams
Dry winds blowing by
On the road again
Morning breaks
Grey to blue
Today is crisp .. true
I'm heading Blossom..
I'm going there.
I'm riding on
Run wonder
I'm comin home
I'm comin home
Run wonder.
There ! rise a shape ..
A solitary farm gate
Swelling great
Painted Blossom A name.
I ain't dreaming
No genie, no lamp.
Miles and metres pickle by
The birds tickle full of fun
They fly up and down.
Blossom !
Open your gate ..
I am coming in
Run wonder
I m comin home
I m comin home
Run wonder
Her roof A painted red
Her walls still standing tall.
The humble rafters looking fine.
The windows glowing glee
They greet me ..
I am going in
The big brown door
Invitingly in.
Carnation's are blooming
Red and white
A bubble burstling
It's buregeon bliss
Feeling touching picking
No leaf A broken.
This home coming treat..
This home coming feast.
Run wonder
Running for the gate
Where I was a child
I m home
I m home
Run wonder
Blossom !!
Home at last
Still fresh and sweet.
Walking through the streets of the city
People passing, cold , avoiding, unfeeling
Wino sleeping in a box, what a pity
As you walk by, your senses reeling.
Until you've been there, don't be the one
Who sits in judgement on someone's son
Until you've been there,don't look down
On that man lying on the ground.
Keep on walking, heading into the night
See another, in rags he's dressed
Shake your head. Damn, it's just not right.
Could it be he's the one who's blessed?
Until you've been there and paid your dues
And walked that mile inside his shoes
Until you've been there and felt his pain
Judge not the man, be not so vain
Reach out for him, if you dare
Learn to feel. Learn to care.
Sometimes your heart will make you cry.
Until you've been there, you'll not know why.
Take a moment out of your day and just look around you
The trees and how they sway so big and old yet some new
And how the stream winds past and wistfully flowing away
And the different shadows cast as upon the grass they lay
The birds that are in the sky each heading to a certain place
Some low, yet some so high but all are a show of His Grace
As the deer so swiftly turn about, but the tortoise doesn't fear
I just can't see how you can doubt something that is so clear
The fox isn't around as they all keep an eye out for the bear
As there goes the bloodhound and why the fox isn't in his lair
The grasshoppers jumping so high over a giant village of ants
Just the speed of that fly until upon a web six legs he plants
And His Glory's only just begun in setting us in the only place
His moon His stars and His sun surely you can see His Face
Yet so many still remain blind and just simply refuse to see
But it's in His Creation I find just a glimpse of His great Glory
Jeremiah 9:6
Thine habitation is in the midst of deceit;
through deceit they refuse to know me,
saith the LORD.
The shiny, silver gleam
of wheel polished railway lines
have been dulled by a thick scab
of rust. Weeds have colonized
the stoney ballast, the wooden
sleepers have rotted away to dust.
The bush has closed in, dissolving
the once clear perspectives
of distance into a leafy clutter
of nearby mallee trees.
I stand on the platform, invite
my thoughts to populate the scene.
Cracked, rutted asphalt extends
to what would have been the length
of two or three carriages long.
I wonder who would have stood here
all those years ago when steam
trains screeched and shuddered
to a stop. Who would have got on.
A young girl or boy perhaps,
stomachs tightened with fear
on their way to boarding school,
first time away from the farm.
A veteran or a grandmother
with an appointment at a city hospital
about to be told the bad news. Maybe
a family, a newly married couple
heading for a weekend holiday
with tickets to a football match,
picture show or a visit to the zoo.
The sad, solitary figure
of a teenage mother clothed to cover
her secret, escaping from shame.
I wince at the thought
of how it was back then.
Time passes. I walk back to the car
and drive off leaving no trace
of my visit except for a memory
lodged now in a diminishing
perspective that is fast
closing in behind me.