In your eyes, I see the sunrise,
A brilliant world that never lies.
Your touch, a whisper, soft and kind,
In your embrace, my heart unwind.
Our love, a dance beneath the moon,
A melody, a perfect tune.
With every breath, with every sigh,
You are my heart's eternal sky.
Through stormy seas and darkened nights,
You are my beacon, my guiding light.
In your laughter, I find my song,
In your love, I find where I belong.
The days with you are painted gold,
A story of love, forever told.
With each moment, a memory made,
In this journey together, unafraid.
Hand in hand, we'll walk this way,
Through every night and every day.
For in your eyes,
I find my place, A boundless love, a sweet embrace.
Where have the matchstick men and women gone,
they used to walk home from the smoky factories
just to light up?
Where has the Pork Pie hat flown to?
Even the birds chirrup less sweetly,
Is it because my shoes are old
that I walk this way?
The world has shaved off its hairiness
and lovers are both bold and bald.
Where was the 'candlewick' spread
transported?
Blackpool used to be goofy,
a ton of chilly fun,
now the donkeys are unionized
and all smirched up.
I wish I were silly again, not this
cranky, potted egghead.
Where and when did I scramble myself?
Zippo stole away the matchstick men
that's who,
and they never came back again.
Sad but true now and then.
God has shown in His holy word
there is only one sure way to life
a life that's eternal to the full
for all other ways just bring strife
Jesus has said when here on earth
to find me enter by the narrow gate
never choose any roads of twists and turns
you can't see around a bend before its too late
There's a gate that's really wide
the way there is easy to find
but with it comes utter destruction
there are lots that will be left behind
The narrow gate is exactly that
making it difficult to get a pass
this is the price that's worth it
for the heavenly road goes first class
Now its so difficult to walk this way
the numbers that succeed are very few
but God's will his for His own elect
to walk the narrow way, will that be you?
(13 “Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. 14 For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.)
Matthew 7: 13,14 (ESV)
Here now you lay, kin to the last,
as a mournsome wind whistles past.
Where do its tones and its currents take you,
you who have given more than is your due?
May the birds borne aloft on its breath
carry your tale past the sill of death,
bearing our memories in their cries
sung brightly among the sundry skies.
We resolve to bear you with us as well,
recalled in every wood, meadow and dell.
For when the nights grow cold and long,
we will warm ourselves with your song.
Each time we chance to walk this way
our respects we will come to pay,
for the victories and the cost
of the honored and of the lost.
“Walk this way.”
Said the old man, with a hardwood cane.
“I don’t have a limp? I can not match your step, Sir.”
The young man replied in earnest.
“Are you poking fun at me? Junior “man”, yet to be?”
“No elder, Sir. You, have to see…
I am here to learn and we… (circling his hand to include them both)
You teach of times, now lost to me,
And play the music that sets all free.
It is much like a waltz in time, plus one then out.
Three legs like a stool, but “clever” not a fool.
I respect you, friend, your years of long measure.
All that you offer, every word, every treasure.
The old man gazed, hard at the youth,
It was ominous and clear, an incredible truth.
The man before him, toe to toe
Was a man, a real man in the know.
Putting "value" on the past
Maybe this man won’t be the last?
A market full of three hundred taps
Calligraphy sign assigned to each
From every one Adam, his ale laps
Across the street from Cocoa beach
I’d have walked right by you see
But a stranger pointed to a sign
When he heard a thirsty me
Panting down the hot shoreline
“Walk this way”, an arrow pointed
To a hidden place to slake
Rapacious thirst my anointed
Angel revealed for mercy’s sake
Each brass nozzle clean water splashed
Each soft and sweet or hard and tinny
To one unused, I quickly dashed
Taste of blood, a bit, irony
A poem on a tissue
Seeing your tear drops fall I reach,
here, let me catch those for you
my hands need the moisture
and your cheeks are beautiful already
Love your dress, but your sadness
contrasts with the color,
can I borrow your sorrow for a while,
you keep the dress, it looks great on you
Outside is a sidewalk with a smile on it
well, it depends on which direction you are walking
walk this way, the other way you will see a frown
like yours, this way waits a smile, like mine
There’s a heart repair shop on the corner as well,
what do you say? I’ve collected the pieces of yours,
want to give it a shot? I hear they are pretty good,
they have one day service…
Not working huh? Then just take my hand,
the one with the pen in it and I will write you a poem
on a tissue you can use to dry those tears,
while I hope your smile soon reappears
Walk with me
Walk with me on a quiet pristine beach
See the horizon beckon to a sun out of reach
Watch seagulls at play in the cool crisp air
The south wind gentle its tranquillity rare
White foam dancing on a propelling wave
Its coolness flirting with your feet so brave
Maybe by now all your senses are numb
Let not that deter you walk with me come
Walk with me on a stony elevated trail
Crossing a brook meandering through a dale
Cool inviting water good enough to drink
Awesome panorama and sounds all in sync
A rabbit in its burrow hiding from the cold
Walk with me I’ll help you carry that load
Walk with me as the sun bids us farewell
And the moon says my turn I’m alive and well
A myriad of stars silently majestically appear
An owl says good evening with a hoot so clear
Then a subtle change I hear it, the sound of rain
Walk with me I may not walk this way again
Today I’ll always cry for you,
Your leaving takes my air.
My world is lost without your hugs,
Your sweetness gone fore’er.
Remembering how I nuzzled you,
The scent perfumes my brain.
The memories of your precious eyes
Bring now my tears of pain.
Today I’ll always cry for you,
A hollow’s in my soul.
Without your warm, devoted heart,
I’ll ne’er again be whole.
You’ve been a brave and noble cat
No lion could exceed,
My gentle, trusting angel who
Shared all his love with me.
Today I’ll always cry for you,
And stop I don’t know when.
I’d give up all that I have now
To hear your purr again.
I weep for all you’ll never do,
The birds you’ll never chase,
That regal stretch! and basking in
The sunbeams on your face.
Today I’ll always cry for you,
No one may understand.
But you and I will walk this way,
Your paw clasped in my hand.
There's a house upon a hill
I swear exist by its own will
jagged glass with tattered drapes
frame a small, pale child's face
Years before, we'd walk on pass
throwing rocks, to break more glass
but now my friends won't walk this way
far from here is were they play
But everyday, I walk from school
right by this house, no longer cruel
careful not to cause offense
won't drag a stick across the fence
Why, when I walk back home
and have to pass this house alone
this specter waits to see me still
from the house upon the hill
But now in fear, I turn away
straight ahead I look each day
I dare not catch, a glimpse or glance
less I be caught up in its trance
Cause, by the cloudy light of day
this house sits there in shades of gray
where signs of life, there is no trace
except one small, pale, child's face
Penned 09/15/2016
Before you go complaining
About how your feet are aching
And about how it is you've paid your dues
I guess you'd best be knowing
Exactly where you're going
And when you get there what you plan to do
You're spouting off your stories
All your pain and glories
And how nobody has it as hard as you
Before you go and lose your sight
I think you might just want to try
And walk a mile in another mans shoes
I'm not here to cause you trouble
Don't mean to burst your bubble
But you're not the only one around that moves
Not the only one who's life is hectic
Are you starting yet to get it
There is nothing new you need to prove
When you start to walk this way
In your day by day by day by day
Not thinking as you set your course on cruise
There are other people around you know
Check your pace and take it slow
And try walking a mile in another mans shoes
I do not walk this “Way’ alone,
My Savior walks by my side.
He is my constant companion,
And ever faithful friend and guide.
Sometimes, the way grows dark and dreary,
And I cannot see Him close by.
Then I hear His voice speaking to me,
And I know He didn’t move…It was I.
When I am drawn away by cares
That are common to life here,
Jesus whispers, ‘Stay close to me, child,”
And in the darkness, I sense He is near.
He will never leave me,
I do not walk this way alone.
My Father watches over me,
And gives me the strength to go on.
He is my refuge-
A very present help in time of need.
Where could I go besides Him?
I will follow where he leads.
Before you go complaining
About how your feet are aching
And about how it is you've paid your dues
I guess you'd best be knowing
Exactly where you're going
And when you get there what you plan to do
You're spouting off your stories
All your pain and glories
And how nobody has it as hard as you
Before you go and lose your sight
I think you might just want to try
And walk a mile in another mans shoes
I'm not here to cause you trouble
Don't mean to burst your bubble
But you're not the only one around that moves
Not the only one who's life is hectic
Are you starting yet to get it
There is nothing new you need to prove
When you start to walk this way
In your day by day by day by day
Not thinking as you set your course on cruise
There are other people around you know
Check your pace and take it slow
And try walking a mile in another mans shoes
The speed limit on this street is twenty-five miles per hour.
When you exceed it, it turns our sweet disposition sour.
In the morning and afternoon, they walk this way to school.
Your careless speeding will make you look like a fool.
Here is an intersection where our young children cross.
Having your vehicle strike them would be a great loss.
Our children are too young to be placed in a grave.
It is their lives that we want to save.
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