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My Little Dog
This little dog of mine, now three years old
is sometimes stubborn and independent,
but so like a child,
never wanting or venturing to leave my side.
A constant and faithful companion he reads my mind
and senses my needs, giving him playtime
is a pleasure, although sometimes
desirous of never ending.
These are simple pleasures of catching the ball
and laying out all his toys which he chooses and repeats
in childlike anticipation
of keeping close our bond.
How could a creature so small and undemanding
play such an important role?
By God's design and plan even in our aloneness,
we are given all we need
in
my little dog.
And so it begins, my fusion into love's shadows,
Shadows having been placed there by that one power
Ruling over Earthly existence, as if, it knew
That without it, life would simply be as good and as
Undemanding as in paradise!
And so it begins, the merging of our hearts,
With desires potent enough as to have fumes
Emanate from the nothingness that we create
When, after merging, we get sucked up by the universe
Another mysterious power, wanting solely
To have us both back there, where we dwelled
Once, before disaster struck!
And so it begins, magnetic poles get reversed,
Seas wreck the lands,
Humans hardly behave as that which they are
Flowers, suffocated, die painfully while shedding tears
And the moon gets absorbed into the sun's deadly fire!
And so it begins, my fusion into love's essence,
Dissolving the shadows into clarity
So that, at last, love breathes into my teary face,
Thankful at having passed the test imposed upon us both,
By that one power, ruling over Earthly existence!
Continuation of Brodsky’s History of the Twentieth Century
1918. A flu pandemic in Spain takes hold,
From Kansas over the seas in America bold,
Women’s suffrage win the vote,
Their opinion is not remote,
Russia switches from the Julian calendar,
To the Gregorian, the west’s larder,
Russia agrees the world war to leave,
To forsake the German swastika sleeve,
UK navy air flying squad merges with RAF,
To make one dynamic force, to the Nazi’s deaf,
The Finnish civil war ends which did distract,
Germany away from their vile, aggressive act,
Nazareth and Forest of Argonne battles won,
Allied forces break the Hindenburg line rung,
The First World War ends with freedom standing,
Democracies will liberate and love undemanding,
Austria, Czech, Hungary become Republics grand,
A peace conference is held in Paris’s free land.
The man of the year is William C “Billy” Durant,
The founding owner and President of General Motors,
He engineers automobiles with speed, at some current,
Like sliced bread off a line to be given coasters.
(Billy Durant)
After Billy bought Chevrolet motors,
Of Delaware, to take the market’s rotors,
He made its head into a new entity,
In General Motors company identity,
But this man, called Pierre S DuPont,
Stole his presidency with great foe,
So this chief man Billy bought bowling alleys,
But died unknown to his lucrative days:
But Durant asserted in money terms our friend,
Technology, after which the war did quickly end.
Reference: History of the Twentieth Century by Joseph Brodsky
It’s a heart who hurts
When someone takes the easy way out,
Leaving behind a love, a hope
The beautiful in a song, a star, a silent
Joy that inspires the greatest light
It’s a soul who aches
When someone decides to let go,
Leaving behind the wonders,
Blessings that colored the life in good,
Whispering faith only love understood
It’s a spirt who suffers
When someone learns it is easier
To give into the comfort, the undemanding
So that there isn’t any giving from the inside
Where God brings the greatest feelings into being
It’s a life who grieves
When someone refuses to hold on
When the heart and soul become lost
Among those things that are less important,
The empty promises and worthless doubts, the futile
It’s a love that agrees
When someone decides to believe
In tomorrow with an open heart, a gentle hope
Who struggles through the sorrows, wipes away tears
And remembers that real love will last throughout the years!
Can there be
And can there be
Some place where
Sin slides not
Into my thoughts
And interrupts
The good that God has sent.
Some comfortable path
Of undemanding toil,
No steeps, no heaps,
To navigate at night
But easiness
From first to last?
I tried this way and that
But glory not as promised,
Nor comfort as was said
But troubles,
Disappointments,
Anxious thoughts and fears,
Excluded hopes of peace.
But then -
But then -
I saw the Cross,
The empty Cross.
I thought at once of Jesus,
The peace he came to bring
Through death and resurrection.
Hallelujah!
He’s my living King!
His grace delights
His mercy invites
His kindness ignites
… faith, hope and love
The best gifts from above
His light shines bright
His peace fills the night
His goodness inspires right
… from the heart and soul
Feelings that will make you whole
His still, small voice moves
His scripture always improves
His spirit brings love that proves
… compassion is the greatest gift
Stirring blessings that will uplift
His beauty is in the heart
His favor will remain a part
His answers to prayers start
… with a second chance, a new hope
Arousing souls to find ways to cope
His smile lingers on the emotions
His joy fills up the rivers and oceans
His exultation encourages great notions
… meant to bring a dance of inspiration
Twirling in a waltz with the imagination
His guidance brings so much relief
His goal is to nurture our belief
His loving spirit comforts every grief
… with a peace that surpasses understanding
Gives a promise of support so undemanding
His salvation calms our every doubt
His redemption is what it’s all about
His deliverance silences every shout
… with a tenderness that comes from paradise
With Jesus, God gave us the ultimate sacrifice
In a world that clings to rigid forms and norms,
A struggle stirs beneath society's gaze.
For souls who bear a truth that deeply transforms,
Transgender hearts navigate uncharted ways.
Within the depths of self, a battle fought,
To match the outer shell with inner truth.
They brave the judgment, hatred often sought,
Their courage shines, resilient through abuse.
From questioning to blossoming in grace,
They face the fear and doubts that others sow.
Each step a testament to strength and space,
Their journey, like a river, starts to flow.
Let's stand beside them, hearts compassionate,
Embracing diversity, love innate.
Together we shall forge a world anew,
Where gender's spectrum blooms, accepted, free,
With empathy, compassion ever true,
We'll build a future where all souls can be.
For transgender lives, the struggle's real,
Yet their resilience and beauty will prevail,
In unity, let's voice what they conceal,
And let their stories guide us, never fail.
Let's champion justice, love, and understanding,
Creating a world that's safe and undemanding.
In empathy, we'll walk this path as one,
Supporting trans lives till freedom's truly won.
You are the gift . . .
first of its kind God granted me,
unrestrained joy in little boy;
heart bonded unto heart
more firmly knit than strongest glue.
You are the gift . . .
You are the gift . . .
and there were two,
sweet little girl, undemanding;
a giver from the day of birth,
Only God could create such love.
You are the gift . . .
You are the gift . . .
latest and last, my third charming delight,
a yellow daisy of a child
to warm my heart, my life.
You are the gift . . .
You are the gift . . .
three given; one taken away,
a treasure waiting over there,
making heaven more sweet, more fair.
You are the gift . . .
You are the gift . . .
God gave to me,
only He could understand more than a mother
what it means to give a child
for the sake of the world.
You are the gift . . .
Copyright, August 28, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson