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Because of Friendship
Because she was my friend
I called her every afternoon.
To talk girl talk and ask her,
To help me with my studies.
I wrote her often when she went away,
And begged her to think before she married,
I didn't want to see her hurt.
Because she was my friend.
I helped her watch her kids when she got sick,
And cleaned her house and kept her yard.
I wept and carried flowers to her grave.
Because she was my friend.
He was like a brother from another time.
I laughed at all his faults
He did not mind.
He knew I always understood.
I called him more than once to help me move.
And vetted all his girlfriends, every one.
I picked up his bad habits and we laughed,
We were young and foolish for a while.
I searched for him on Facebook yesterday
To see how good or bad his has life had been.
Not for any reason but one thing.
I have not forgotten he's my friend.
I think of Christ and all his majesty,
The King in all his greatness he stooped low.
And took the cross and with it all our sin.
To free us because He is our friend.
He left His heaven oh so long ago.
And came down to earth and bled and died.
That I a pauper might walk beside a King
He did this, because He is our friend.
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3:15 am…blurred red numbers tell as
I stir, reaching for what I have seen,
grasping for the moments spent in the presence of beauty
as once again you have visited me in a dream…
Pure white flowing whispered fabrics and butterfly trails
awash of waterfalls cascading and mountain top zephyrs,
rock face delights collect on horizons of hope
as softness frames your luminescent face
My eyes focus in the darkness
as your touch remains real on my skin
I am still while stars sleep in crescent moon hammocks
How can this be, I am alone, yet I was not, for I could see
You were searching for me,
barefoot on lush green vistas, daisy paths and buttercup drops
neath chiffon tufted clouds suspended
above echoes of love songs harmonizing with our heart beats
Night outside my window keeps time in silent motions,
slowly sweeping breezes form rhythmic patterns
and poetry settles upon my body
as I continue to write within my now awakened mind
Destiny beckons in fruited winds
as azure eyes find luscious views of nature’s majesty
Your skins glows of spring blooms in petal’d bliss
and opal desires in the warmth of the day
But I had found you…you had found me…
my desperate wanderings have shown me the prize, illumined the joy
lingering in your smile…your eyes
your touch which stays with me even as I lay alone…still dreaming
Sun beamed passions follow you, caress you in
dancing shadows of golden hair
breathing of morning glory skies
and shimmering dragonfly wings
At this early hour, with an apricot moon peering through the curtains
and these words which have found me
playing among my thoughts, I now realize
that my every dream is you...you are my poetry
Built in a Belfast shipyard
for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line.
On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee
flew the Southern Cross ensign,
down a slipway to the sea
launched afar by Her Majesty
Behold her pale eau de nil
green ‘n painted hull of grey,
at twenty knots her rate
twenty thousand tons aweigh.
On the seas a ship of fate
the world to circumnavigate
Yon the Empire far ‘n wide
from Southampton to Trinidad.
Where from ship to shore
off I waved goodbye as a lad,
till in the distance I saw
my home to be nevermore
Smoke from her aft funnel
into a big Caribbean sky blew,
then set a course westerly
by merchant captain ‘n crew.
And to each port ‘n quay
across the ocean carried me
I remember gazing in awe
up ‘n down her length ‘n beam,
at the mighty waves below
and how sea ‘n ship did gleam.
In canal gates under tow
winding our way lazy ‘n slow
Crossing the equator I saw
Davy Jones ‘n King Neptune
rising up out of the deep
‘neath a high December moon.
Till in safe passage ‘n keep
back to the depths they leap
Out on Oceania as a boy
in the lido deck pool I did dive.
The Southern Cross ‘n me
would our long voyage arrive,
on in all her hope ‘n glory
the grand old lady of the sea
On final Far East voyage
would alas be her swan song,
beached on a tidal seaway
sold ‘n scrapped in Chittagong.
A line flagship in her day
stripped bare where she lay
Written: May 2017
Landscapes exposing nature’s grandeur
mountain ranges inspire great trip.
Cordilleras of welcoming marvels
propel refreshing ascent
amidst pure verdant sights.
Those delight me, the Earth’s firmament
while surveying the pine trees steadfastly queueing along hills
offering shade to blossoming lilies
with cabbage roses wondrously radiant…
oh, inviting faith-strengthening treks
driven by faithful stewardship with reaching-out pursuits
toward triumphant spiritual peaks----
Today’s awesome focus points me toward the third heavens*
as I hover above this certain magnificent vista**
designed by the sovereign Creator ---
giant mounds sprawling
cloudy crests and pinnacles ~
engraved terraces
*Hebrews 8:1 …We have such an high priest, who is set on the right hand of the throne of the Majesty in the heavens.
**Kibungan, Benguet Philippines is my Dad's birthplace.
September 17, 2020
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - Nature, Four in One" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/20/2020.
Have you seen Him here?
Was there any encounter with Him?
Did you experience Him? Or implore His mercy?
Did you go through His Blood to His throne?
Were you a constant guest at His feet?
Did you meet Gods way?
Did you see Him in a measure?
In the place of Prayer,
Did you look through His face
Revealed in His word
Did you let him beam through to you?
Did you see Him in creation?
The awe of His majesty,
Did you catch a glimpse of Him
In all His works great and small
Do you bend the knees here to Him
Did you call as He bids you do?
Did you come, did you seek, did you find
Did you or to busy through the wind
Do you long for His glorious appearing?
Is your heart yearning for His Kingdom
Are you daily expecting?
The glory of our God and King
Those who never see Him here,
will never meet Him there.
For all His own beloved,
Sought him here before they from here depart.
Oh! that we all here in truth see and know Him truly,
Then life will be well lived.
You look over me
You watch over me
Never turning away
Ever eyeful over me
Even as i go astray
And find my way
Once again
To the blessed fold
Is it all you record
Do you overlook some
Must you all see
Am still but a man
Forever its a struggle
Against the flesh
At times momentarily
I do fell them fluttering
Wrapped inside I
In this ball of flesh
Struggling to be free
To behold the light
Do you record all
Do you overlook
Mine transgressions
Am i fated to yet pay
Is there still hope
Oh mine guardian
Am i still cut off
From his presence
Yet i so desperately
Seek to behold
His majesty
His redeeming light
Keep watch over me
O silent guardian
Forever mindful
He ordains my path
Jesus Christ the incarnate son of God
one with the father in heaven above
while on earth displayed all godliness
showing to all mercy and love
This Christ displayed His power
performing wonders for all to see
but humbly meek in all He did
casting out demons setting captives free
On one occasion told His disciple
when needing to pay the tax
go to the sea and cast a hook
bring out first fish you catch
When you open its mouth
you'll find there a shekel
take it and bring it back
pay the taxman so all will be well
Such is the majesty of Jesus
to make people stand in awe
for He's able to do all things
came also to fulfil His law
AUTHOR NOTES: ' When they came to Capernaum, the collectors of the two-drachma tax went up to Peter and said, “Does your teacher not pay the tax?” He said, “Yes.” And when he came into the house, Jesus spoke to him first, saying, “What do you think, Simon? From whom do kings of the earth take toll or tax? From their sons or from others?” And when he said, “From others,” Jesus said to him, “Then the sons are free. However, not to give offence to them, go to the sea and cast a hook and take the first fish that comes up, and when you open its mouth you will find a shekel. Take that and give it to them for me and for yourself.” Matthew ch 17 vs 24-27
Floating on a rock in an Infinite Space, Drifting with the Whirlpools and Eddies
of the Cosmos, Dancing with the Stars and Space Dust, One with the Light,
Riding High with Infinitudes, Blazing Wild, Blazing Bright, Blazing Fetters to
Shine as the Sun, Riding the Wind toward Infinite Awes, Scintillating like
Fireflies, Dazzling the Ethers, Sparking the Wick of the Eternal Flame,
Oscillating like Bonfires of Majesty, Rising High to Cathedrals of Everlasting Life,
Permeating the darkness with Rays of Gold and Sapphire, Overcoming,
Conquering, Ascending with Emeralds of Wisdom and Jewels that
Dazzle the Mind. I AM the Light, Lucid, Gleaming, Sovereign and Just
Trapped in a world that changes too slowly..
Unworthy, unloved, unprecious, unholy.
The mist of the glass still clouding the view
Of ourselves; a twisted reflection of beauty askew.
So what is this image in the blue light glare?
Are we servant or master?
How much of the truth is there?
We think we're looking outwards..
but really looking in..
Too round, too tall, too old, too thin.
Put down the A.I. and lift up your eyes..
To the trees, to the meadow, to the majesty of skies.
And when we do that, something 'new' will appear
As the melting introspection unlocks trapped fear.
The heart knows it's place.
The freedom-bird it's song.
And we're back in the garden..
Where we were all along.
Mighty Ra.
Through the sky
Thy benign presence journeys
Unto us thy glory to dole
Thy aureole, a hollowed
Light radiates.
And into our burden
Darkened psyches
It permeates to illuminate
And unto our entirety
Healing to bring.
To thee,in worship
Our knees bend
For none else,but thou
Mighty Ra
Could these deeds wrought.
In glory art thou robed
And in majesty crowned.
Rock of ages, immortal art thou.
Thy hands, mighty art.
For,by them,all things became.
In battle,by them,
Thy raging foes abseiled,
Firm the cosmos stands
And in tranquility remains.
Even the eerie night
With myriads of eyes
That sees not
In battle before thee roared,
But, beneath the anger of
Thy hallowed light it
submerged,
The morn, a tale of
Thy conquest it tells.
And on thy eastern throne
In glory thou,eternally sits.
Mighty Ra.
(Ra is an Egyptian sun god)