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Lori Harold Poem
If you are not what you want to be, in your minds eye you must see
The things you'll do and they wont be free
Take one challenge at a time, one goal, one reached-just don’t rewind.
Problems you've solved, quotients retrieved-don’t throw away
for more relief
You may stumble, you may find
But giving up only weakens the mind
Keep your mind on what you want to be
Don’t let the present moment stop you from
being free.
Copyright © Lori Harold | Year Posted 2016
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Lori Harold Poem
It's an epiphany at the dawn of being realized.
The warm glow starting to grow, resembling the first sparkling embers that begin summers first great bonfire circle. Surrounded by friends, loved ones old, and new on verge of starting.
Lasting a lifetime with moments that will be, in many years to come, the shining memories that light our eyes.
Greater than you or me this fantastic event rolls into our lives like the fog, the mist rolling over the waters from around the trees.
Coming closer, taking its time and bringing peace, calm, serenity with it.
Fog; slow, steady, withering yet unyielding, transparent at times, yet opaque.
Images in it brought by the subconscious creativity that’s unlocked by its surreal presence.
Solid shapes so real taking form in front of our eyes, only to gently fade apart and begin something new altogether.
Our amazement abounds and hope fills our hearts! Joy enveloping our very being!
All these becoming links that form a chain which will always remain strong and alive, there for us to lean on when we need to, pull us when we are weak, or be taken in our hands and used to help bring back that which has fallen from us.
May these links, this 'chain', born by Gods wonder and grace, seen only by eyes of faith, always remain a vision of hope for your soul and mine.
For God has blessed us in Jesus' name, and with that we are so much more than we know.
Copyright © Lori Harold | Year Posted 2016
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Lori Harold Poem
There is a dark place from winst I came
I could not see, did not know my name
So cold and alone did I feel
No hope at all, I would not-could not heal.
From within that place
the light that shines I saw
I heard a tiny whisper, a new name I heard Him call
Whose voice is this I hear from these depths from which I tread?
What is that light I see
It looks like hope instead of fear
maybe I'm not dead
Not really understanding why, I seemed not
to crawl but to fly
out of that deep dark hole
I saw a bright star cry
I remember vividly
as if it were happening now
Such joy filled my heart
Such happiness, such bliss-
Upon my spirit a new life came to exist.
Still today, each day, I thank Him
I close my eyes to the worldly wise and all He asks is, "Listen".
Copyright © Lori Harold | Year Posted 2016
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Lori Harold Poem
What's in my mind I cannot explain
But what it is it feels
much pain
The world is familiar but yet so broad
It can cover time and space with just a nod
A wall of tears which stands about
cannot with all its powers block it out
Confusion comes so many times
What happened was not her crime
A vast of blackness, I cannot see
What happened to the world of thee.
Cannot see, don’t want to know the pain it brings from long ago.
Copyright © Lori Harold | Year Posted 2016
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Lori Harold Poem
There are times to laugh and times to cry
There are times to harvest and times to plant
There are even times there's nothing you cant do.
Do it.
Just go ahead, your heart is hurt and your brain gone bad, so do it.
Just because you can, such pleasure you gain from a fantastically executed plan
Its what you do.
So do it. Say the wrong thing, the opposing side of what is right
You believe you are right...
Do you know how obvious you show the lack of intelligence it takes to make such a.. 'mistake'?
So do it.
Do you see, do you know, what you are really doing?
Slow down,
take a look,
get a clue,
read THE BOOK,
take a picture
say a rhyme,
or just ask me and I'll tell you mine.
Do. Do not turn a good thing to bad, like all the times away you've had
Come to grips with the fact...Do, don’t. Just make a choice.
Copyright © Lori Harold | Year Posted 2016
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Lori Harold Poem
As I lay me at Your feet
My flesh removed
My Spirit seek
To praise You at your feet
Midst a storm
Beautiful something torn, veil within a storm
Praise You in my spirit
My flesh still seeks...
Praise you night, morn’ and noon
Praise your Holy name
Shelter of wings unseen
Shelter me, make me clean
..this flesh still seeks..
The light!
The light that I did seek
I found as I praised You at Your feet
Copyright © Lori Harold | Year Posted 2016
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Lori Harold Poem
Edge of chair
I sat and studied
Chess board life
Pieces muddied
So much to think of-so much to do
Suddenly across from me was You
Settled in relaxed and sure
Always the nature pure
Grace and strength
Swept your mighty right arm
Home upon the ground did pieces find
Quick a look
Not chance, discovery took
Each piece thought so important
Laid like trash it did
In front of me a clean board, clean life
You leaned in with mercy and grace
Your smile across my chess board life.
Copyright © Lori Harold | Year Posted 2019
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Lori Harold Poem
It's an epiphany at the dawn of being realized.
The warm glow starting to grow, resembling the sparkling embers that begin summers first great bonfire circle. Surrounded by friends, loved ones old, and new on verge of starting.
Lasting a lifetime with moments that will be, in many years to come, the shining memories that light our eyes.
Greater than you or me this fantastic event rolls into our lives like the fog, the mist rolling over the waters from around the trees.
Coming closer, taking its time and bringing peace, calm, serenity with it.
Fog; slow, steady, withering yet unyielding, transparent at times, yet opaque.
Images in it brought by the subconscious creativity that’s unlocked by its surreal presence.
Solid shapes so real taking form in front of our eyes, only to gently fade apart and begin something new altogether.
Our amazement abounds and hope fills our hearts! Joy enveloping our very being!
All these becoming links that form a chain which will always remain strong and alive, there for us to lean on when we need to, pull us when we are weak, or be taken in our hands and used to help bring back that which has fallen from us.
May these links, this 'chain', born by Gods wonder and grace, seen only by eyes of faith, always remain a vision of hope for your soul and mine.
For God has blessed us in Jesus' name, and with that we are so much more than we know.
Copyright © Lori Harold | Year Posted 2024
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