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My eyes may never comprehend
The beauty, the glory, of this friend
He is the way, the truth, the life
While I may fear, He heals all strife
My ears may never believe such grace
Oh, dear Jesus – I need to see your face
He is the One who answers my prayers
I haven’t a doubt that He truly cares
My tongue may sing His praises in song
While my soul listens – His love is never wrong
He is the music in each wind, sea or sun
Because of Him, I am seeking – grace has won
My skin trembles, goosebumps who recall
The love that is forever, love for one and all
He is the wonder in each wonderful verse
When I let Him, He reverses every curse
My heart believes in the One who is love
The miracle of heaven, born from God above
He is the reason I can know sweetest hope
With Him beside me, I am sure I can cope
My spirit is encouraged by His unending grace
Without a doubt, He offers faith time can’t erase
He gives my life purpose, reminding me I’m His child
Even when I feel doubtful, on my soul He smiled
My faith is in a King who will ever be the light
Even when the devil tells me I’ll not escape the night
He offers me a promise – when I let go of my pride
He is there to give me grace that will always abide
I'm in the gentle breeze that touches your face on a still, windless day,
I'll show myself in the clouds romping across the sky in play.
I'm still here in your heart space, gently reminding you that I’ll always be
In the corner of the room, or sitting by my bowl, waiting to eat.
I'm still here though the old me you cannot see
But I’m with my two sisters, much older than me
They came to sit with me on that day you let me go
They took me by the paw and gently took me home
Across the rainbow bridge and through the light
Into God’s kingdom, and oh, what a sight
No more hurt, no more pain on this side
Love knows no bounds up here where his peace resides
Even though I loved you beyond words and so sad to go
We all knew it was time for me to leave this world
I’ll save you a place and on the day you finally come
We three will meet you too, and gently lead you home
Deborah M Kelly
September 7, 2021
A single red hibiscus flower
Waits for me this very hour
In my garden small and quaint
Reminding me of one dear saint.
Who knew me when
I was a dream back then
Before my time and hour came
Giving my heart its burning flame.
While here I rest, ponder and gaze
At this beauty of beauties in the shade.
Amazed at the way it bends in the breeze
As if genuflecting next to me
Hands together, petal to petal
Love upon me gently settles
Deep within my aching heart
Praying for a brand new start.
Here inside this garden gate
Where whispers of my mother waits
With love beyond the grave’s cold ground
In this red hibiscus flower found.
In a far away land in the pacific called home,
Group of teenagers are unaware of the doom,
We’re talking about the scary evil spirits,
Ghosts are everywhere and blood-sucking zombies.
People going inside can’t go out breathing and alive,
Witches doing their spells, it’s miracle if you can survive,
Who will help you in times of need?
If you are surrounded with bundles of talking weeds?
You have to run fast if you value your life,
Do you have sharp objects or even a knife?
Wolves with sharp fangs are ready to ravish you,
It’s an ultimate halloween night I told you so.
Just around the corners are spiders with venom,
Creepy sounds everywhere reminding you it’s full moon,
Vampires looking for victims to hypnotize,
So pray for your life if you are really wise.
September 27, 2013
I’ve travelled long from ages so far~
Met people from north to south
From east to west ;
I’ve tasted the bitterness of failures
and the sweetness of success,
From my youth, I stood straight~
The young and old applauded me;
But no sweeter I could see
Than the smile of the poorest face I see
as they join me in singing hymns to God Almighty.
Yes, I will never cease to sing~
In gratitude...In praises...
For the journey is never easy;
The bends and the curves~
reminding me to stop and pause.
Feel the presence of His greatness~
In everything that breathes life
In the kiss of the morning sun,
In the fragrance of a blossoming bud,
In the touch of the dainty drops of snow,
In the shoulder tap of a friend,
In the hug of a happy child,
In the smile of a wrinkled face
And the touch of a coarse hand
that never cease to worship God.
01.11.2021
Entered for " All Yours ( May 12 ) Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Brian Strand
I should just let you go
But it feels a little like
Holding your beautiful face under the water
Watching your reflection flicker into your last breath
I should just
Summon suitcases to pack up
Our summer beach trip
When your hair was like wheat, and disappeared into the grass
You were bright against the drawn curtain of clouds
My star sister, with our heels dirty with sand and motherhood
I secretly waited for your heart to misfire
The corners of my eyes recognizing the embers
I can still see how you picked apart your food at dinner
Bite by bite-- your slender fingers reminding me of a crabs
This is also how you sorted and shelved your life
Empty carapaces gobbled up clumsily by the waves
Red fire, gold and silently
You picked me clean and set my crown on the lacquered shelf
No longer awake and calm in your heart
I am neat and tidy, far from all things remembered
In that September early evening
The waves came strolling in
From far beyond my line of sight.
The horizon was nothing
But a fading glimpse of yesterday
As the day turned into night.
Water lapped up on the sand
Completing its titanic, oceanic journey
Before turning back once more;
Flooding my mind
With thoughts, emotions and memories
At the edge of the ocean floor.
As I watched the water swirl into eddies
And tide pools attract everything
From sea urchins to cephalopods
Reminding me that we’re all in-different
Phases of tidal pull until returning
Back to God.
The colors in the sky were brilliant
As if Michelangelo and Da Vinci
Had been hired to paint the scene.
And sitting there watching the sun disappear
I was struck by the idea that as the old song sings:
Life is but a dream.
Form:
Rippled and flowing in the air
Laying all Her true colors to bare
A symbol to all, in this the land of the free
Having a very special part inside of me
From the days of Betsy Ross
So many times draped over such a somber loss
There in the morning and all day long
Reminding us to be proud for we are the strong
And as we place our hands over our hearts
Just one vision from so many parts
Giving Old Glory Her due
As She guides us through so much that is new
So as the crowd breaks out into cheer
It’s Old Glory that I am still holding dear
Holding back the tear in my eye
As She stands all alone against the crisp blue sky
Spirit in the Night
Kevin Davis, 2025
In the stillness of night, where shadows play,
A whispering spirit had found its way.
Cloaked in the wonder of things unknown,
It wrapped around me like chills I’d never known.
Though it claimed to be friendly, I still felt fear,
Yet quiet curiosity drew me near.
Through walls and ceilings, it danced with glee,
A specter of riddles unknown to me.
Then slowly it wore a familiar face—
My father’s kind eyes, his gentle grace.
Yet in that form I questioned what I saw:
Was this just a trick my dreaming mind had drawn?
His laughter rang out, a melody sweet:
“Child, I’m here to show you life’s true heartbeat.
In chaos and worry, don’t forget how to play,
For the weight of the world won’t bend your way.”
Each word like a lantern shining through fog,
Illuminating thought as I sat like a log.
“Find joy in the small things, in laughter and cheer.
Let worries dissolve—they linger too near.”
He spoke of a love that outlives the earth,
Of moments that matter, of kindness and worth.
Then lightly he drifted, like leaves on a breeze,
Reminding me softly, “Live simply, with ease.”
As dawn’s early light began to appear,
I woke from the dream with my heart full of cheer.
Though physical ties may loosen with time,
Love leaves behind its own quiet rhyme.
Now I walk through each day with a lighter heart,
Finding joy in the little things, playing my part.
For my father’s reminder still rings crystal clear:
In each gentle moment, he’s always near.
So, as I keep traveling, with love from the past,
I’ll treasure each smile and make laughter last.
Though life may twist darkly or cloud into gloom,
His spirit forever still brightens the room.
When we first met, our souls found one another
like fire discovering its purpose in the flame.
What began in uncertainty became long conversations,
shared moments, and growing affection.
Your heart arrived before mine,
while mine was still learning the rhythm of forever.
Yet the tides carried more storms than peace.
Trust was questioned, dedication was tested,
and every wave seemed to bring another argument
instead of another reason to stay.
The gentle breeze God sent to calm our spirits
often passed unnoticed,
while the ocean kept reminding us
that no ship reaches its destination
without two hands committed to the same compass.
I prayed for an everlasting covenant,
a home where love echoed louder than conflict,
where your children and mine
would stand beneath Heaven’s grace
as one family, rooted in faith and nourished by God.
But your heart searched distant shores,
believing freedom was found in traveling away,
while mine believed peace was found
in building something worth coming home to.
The patterns of yesterday still whispered around you,
while I longed to break every chain
and write a different legacy—
one of faith, forgiveness, loyalty, and love.
Still, I thank God for the season we shared.
For every sunrise over calm waters,
every breeze that carried hope,
and every lesson Heaven gently placed upon my heart.
Some journeys are not meant to reach the same shore.
Some ships drift until they quietly become
dead in the water.
And though my heart mourned what could have been,
I thank Heaven that my children never anchored themselves
to a future that was never meant to be.
May the winds of God’s grace carry us both
to the shores we were truly created to find,
where love is no longer questioned,
faith is no longer divided,
and peace finally becomes the tide that never leaves.