Weeping, dewlike tears
Tumbling from the hearts
Those lost in silent prayers
Words missing, in the mists
Still breath of August nears
Blessings, a sweet song
Rhythms of grace,
Feelings that belong
Heartfelt notes remember
Truth is never wrong
Loving, God in each note…
Weeping, intimate as praise
Arising, the soul’s way
It’s a light that will amaze
Shining bright as the moon
Whose joy always stays
Righting wrongs with faith
Faithful, to the One who knows
All my soul’s best and worst,
Song of light, sweet love flows
Restoring every silent tear
With His Presence, praise glows
Miracles written in silhouettes
His voice, a trembling prayer
Lifted to the heavens,
In truths my soul must bare
Despite the desperation
I believe He is always aware
Revealing what is means….
To just believe, to agree
He is the One who rose
With Him, my heart can see
Even through tears, fears
In notes of peace, oh, I’m free
He is the love that I do believe
As Thanksgiving nears, I reflect
on the blessings of my past year
filled with all that I hold most dear.
Sunshine days with flowers perfect.
Autumn’s colors that all respect
as Thanksgiving nears.
Other memories I inspect
of frisky frogs and graceful deer,
pleasant pastures with rivers near
and mountains from the Architect
as Thanksgiving nears.
(Other - Rondine)
As Winter nears silently I wonder
Of a day and place when passing winds mourn
When all my dreams I will cast asunder
Of the time I've stolen since I was born
As I pass through Fall's crumbled colored leaves
I'll find no peace from trembling goodbyes
As I await the dark when last breath grieves
When my final skin shed quietly dies
Will you remember me when you have time?
If my distant memory comes to you
A moment's silence, a pause to remind
Though like you, I was only passing through
Should I lay in a field of standing stone
In this death's realm, I'll never be alone
2/29/20
Another year nears the end
And what a year it’s been
With scattered minds,
Mixed thoughts and emotions.
The need to protect myself is great.
My heart can only be torn
Apart in so many ways!
Must shut down and close myself,
The vulnerability sets one up
For more hurtful events.
Makes it difficult to love again….
Will enjoy my music and sing along
So soothing to the soul.
Will write my poetry and paint my canvas
And in doing so, relax my spirit,
Bring peace and sanity to my life.
My furry companion brings me joy
And makes me laugh, enjoy the simple pleasures.
With advancing years,
The love for one’s soul is strong
And the need to Just Be, the ultimate goal.
White
Lights shine
On a tree
Christmas music
Plays with bells ringing
A time to think about
What there is we have to give
To remember, carols singing
Just to bring others music to hear
Some of the simplest things as Christmas nears
Heidi Sands
12/16/18
Annihilation nears,
Two minutes to the hour.
Is there any turning back,
With lunatics in power.
Where are all the peacemakers,
Surely we must try.
But who can stop the clock,
Before death rains from the sky.
Everyone is posturing
But no one wants to blink.
If no one bears the olive branch,
Humanity is extinct
Hatred feeds on hatred
Is this a one way track,
Two minutes to the hour,
Is there any turning back ?
Entry for The doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight -
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
7/2/18. Placed 7th.
red and orange burn
leaves falling from maple arms
Old Man Winter nears
A slow death nears
Old man in the moon smiles down
Scent of blooms appears
Christmas nears.
I do hear.
Holding ground
with one ear.
Sights I see
With out eyes.
Wonders only.
Wishes by.
Scents a’ lurking
all around.
Ghostly manners
pound for pound.
Taste of nothing.
Winter's bliss.
Flavor pulled
before a kiss.
Christmas nears
Of this we know,
without us saying.
The wind will blow.
(Refrain)
As the passage nears,
release all of your fears.
Your life is not done;
it has just begun.
Souls are rising up today.
as prophesied for Judgment Day.
The elderly appear as youth
in this journey seeking the truth.
We carry stardust on our toes,
recalling moments time froze
(Refrain)
As the passage nears
Release all of your fears
Life will is not done;
it has just begun
As higher we climb toward the light,
those left below just fade from sight.
To greet all faithful brethren.
a spirit comes and meets all men
(Refrain)
As the passage nears
Release all of your fears
Life will is not done;
it has just begun
*I would like Bonnie Raitt to sing this song. She has such a soulful voice.
Entry for Paula’s “Passages” contest.
es 2.11111.2011
Democracy nears
For unknown Arab countries
Angry Arabs yell
Suicide bomber
Islam, Religion of peace
Perhaps when they're free
The Crowed Goes wild
Egypt you are next in line
Democracy nears
Egypt I told you
Yemen you are next in line
twenty twelve nears fast
Scared King Abdullla
Saudi Arabia Shakes
Democracy nears
Democracy nears
For unknown Arab countries
Angry Arabs yell
Suicide bomber
Islam, Religion of peace
Perhaps when they're free
The Crowed Goes wild
Egypt you are next in line
Democracy nears
Democracy nears
for unknown Arab States
Angry Arabs yell
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