Whatsoever life may hurl our way,
A storm of sorrow, doubt's cold sting,
We rise each dawn, a brighter day,
Though shadows dance, their darkness clings.
Let never fear your spirit sever,
Though dreams may shatter, plans take flight,
However deep the canyon, ever
Strive for the sun, embrace its light.
For every soul in this grand sphere,
From windswept cliffs to meadows green,
Whichever path their journey steers,
Must face the storm, a steadfast mien.
Let not despair your spirit sever,
Though fortune's tide may ebb and flow,
Forever hold, in bold endeavour,
A strength that conquers, and watches grow.
From crashing waves to deserts vast,
Wheresoever fate's cruel hand may steer,
With eyes ablaze, the challenge grasped,
We face the unknown and conquer fear.
This fleeting life, a precious flame,
Embrace it all, both joy and blame.
Fifty kaleidoscopic years, of the sun's going up and down.
There at the beginning, we hope to be present tomorrow.
Across rose strewn seasons, years stand victory crowned,
As the twilight evening redbirds, sing the mellow soprano!
The time has come to celebrate, with many thanks to God,
Underneath midnight moon, milky stars, or hued rainbow,
Like a sunset grand canyon, the years leave one overawed,
For wheresoever they may pass, sweet memory will follow.
There is heavenly bliss in the sunrise…
The sun is the giver and the taker of life
The grandmaster of spectacular manifestation
The god of the ancient civilizations
The sentinel of our times
The star of our world;
There’s magic in the picturesque sunset…
When the sun retreats
it sets the moon ablaze
drawing blood across the sky
melting into the tumultuous sea.
It stirs up the waves into a fierce frenzy
unleashing a horde of deep shadows
that engulfs the shoreline in darkness.
Turn wheresoever I might
I see mesmerizing celestial light…
Oh what a soul-soothing sight!
~Dawn or Dusk contest by Emile Pinet
For where two or three are gathered
together in my name, there am I in
the midst of them
— Matt. 18:20
Faithful witnesses
are you, I ... and thee
On the dove wings of praise
are amen voices of two or three
Every righteous word is established,
recorded in heaven is the law of charity
Wheresoever two or three are gathered,
in the midst the Good Shepherd will be
We disciples of Jesus Christ
are the sheep of His flock, the redeemed souls
We followers of the True Light
are bound in life together ...
for a two or threefold cord will eternally hold
if and when i die
if i die
never ask yourself why
i had to die
because i'd have died
so wipe all your tears dry
and move on for another try
for pain is all within for a bligh
and if i live again.....sigh!
when i die today or whenever
i would die a sad soul forever
for life with no meaning is never
a life to reckon with, ever
and my soul may go wheresoever
to find eternal peace howsoever
say not that you did not know
nor did you not blow
the whistle for chains on my hands sore
and again i'd just bow
to what it should be, so
my hands on fire them glow
to strain me not to go
as my legs also sore
from toe to toe
for, if and when i die
never should you cry
nor ask yourself why
that i had to die.
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from: 'patterns of life'
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-and-when-i-die/
There is something about night
Something I just can,t shake
Something heavier than light
Something very much at stake
From night's deep dye they made
The ebony of my dayless skin
Wheresoever I go I carry a shade
Of the ancient curse of other's sin
And that much night I can bear
It is walking at night that I fear
When someone's standing ground there
Because I do not belong anywhere
The law was made against the night
And it went wheresoever I went
It embodies a deep, deeper spite
Than hatred can conjure or vent.