Faithful servants of a living hope
Nothing can overcome genuine love
A bond as tight as a unrelenting rope
Unexpected like a morning dove
We stay true through the dark
Striving together with a true friend
Indelible memories that left a mark
Two characters are the perfect blend
Examining with deep accountability
Wisdom shadows our pain
Helping hands lead to prosperity
A kind word will not go in vain
Taking advantage of many opportunities
Without the other, we neglect the possibilities
The spirits seem to whisper,
in the night close to my ear.
The hows and whys of living,
and the things that we must fear.
All pay homage to the known,
When genius sleeps in the cold.
How we have that hardened heart,
That gives up a friend for gold.
The legends born in our time,
bring back some of the passion.
When we had integrity,
and it wasn't on ration.
The old ones will remember,
when words like trust had meaning.
And actions were the rule,
for life to be redeeming.
One day in the far future,
Man might wise up to the thought.
A rose might be just a rose,
and so love that can be bought!
date: 1/1/2023
There once was a rich man from Des Moines
Whose profile was engraved on a coin
He was so proud
He crowed out loud
It was money that kept him going.
Written July 18, 2021
She was enrapt by the glow and mesmerized
by what appeared to be some sort of orb,
bright faceted amber that was crystallized.
She struggled to comprehend and to absorb
the meaning of such a gilded gift of gold...
It was a seed of wisdom, sent as foretold.
Her mind was captured by fantasies reaped
and saw the future through prisms of glass.
Her gift of visions was baffling, but steeped
with wonderful events to come; en masse.
The glow encircled her head like a wreath
surrounding her as she stood upon the heath.
Fields of wildflowers then flourished ten fold.
She walked with highlanders for many years,
curing the sick, aiding the poor, young and old,
dispelling myths, defusing people of their fears.
She became a legend; the angel sent from above
blessed with a kind heart, overflowing with love.
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Why is the word more precious than fine gold?
The truth it holds can never be destroyed
For sin whose deadly wage remains untold
Corrupts the soul and leaves an empty void
It fills a gap insatiably most rare
Within our hearts a breach we find like none
The word of truth as such may not compare
To anything that men had ever done
We worship what our hands had falsely made
Fools we become the idols that we shape
The truth above all else instead must crave
Than lust for lies which we cannot escape
Why fill we then our souls with treasures vain?
That neither profit nor true pleasures gain
You're worth more than
All the pounds
And carats of gold.
You're worth more than
All the riches
The world could ever hold.
You're worth more than
What they make you believe.
You're worth more than
Anything so please don't grieve.
If you were gone
The world would be shaken.
A much worse dimension
So much more forsaken.
If you were gone
So many eyes
Would be clouded and lost.
And if you were gone
We'd lose what we treasure most.
If you were gone
The world would go astray.
All joy, all smiles, all laughter,
Would be gone in a day.
If you were gone,
You'd waste your only life.
So I beg you, please,
Don't pick up that knife.
The scars on my body and my soul
Are worth more to me
Than silver or gold...
They show my strength, my struggles
A life yet untold
Sometimes you meet special people ~ an encouragement to the wounded soul
18.04.2016
A-L Andresen :)
A treasure the size
of a chickpea, disfigured,
this soul I carry.