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I Will Live on

Death--- the last sleep? No the final awakening.


---Walter Scott










I am merely a thousand of winds that blow.
You will see me in the winter’s snow,
a glinting diamond glow.

Fleeting sunlight, I will become
that lingers and glows on the grain.
I will soon become the gentle autumn’s rain
that washes away your sorrow.

I will meet you a gentle rush in
the sweet mornings hush.
I will live on and not sleep
for I will not die.
In the night when you feel alone
I will not be gone for I will become
the soft night stars glow.

For I will continue on to a plane
beyond the windowpane.
You should not weep for I do
not sleep.
For I shall not die but live on till
we meet once more. 

This is not about me so no concerns this is for a friend.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007



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Master Artist

Gen 1:1
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth




pillow clouds frame the earth
shrouds the beauty of your master
flowing fingertip.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007

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Awaiting a New Dawn

I can see clearly 
what has always been.
Love's Horizon
nothing more and nothing less.

My soul careens in this
new emotion timeless
and pure.
Drawn to you by your
dauntless love.

Once I was broken,
now healed by your words spoken.
Your love illuminating the
vast distance from cross to heart..

Transforming a path to
your devotion and side.
Laminating your love for me,
like gentle breeze caresses
the crest of the sea.

I can see clearly now
past the mist of time.
Into a dream sublime.
Awaiting the dawn of
a new heaven timeless 
and pure with you.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007

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My Love for Thee


My Love for thee will always be.
For your love is what sets me free,
you were so sweet you swept me
off my feet.
My heart went pitter patter and the
beat became such a treat.

My love for thee will always be.
First love the kind that dazes and
crazes the emotions and mind.
Pinch me please make sure you
find it is me inside and not just 
someone blind.

My love for thee will always be.
For you are all that my heart and eyes can see.
First love that engaged you and me.
The certain look in each other’s eyes.
Exasperated moments of lows and highs,
your love has me always in a sigh.

Pinch please and you will see,
my love for you will always be.
It will always be you for me.
Love is blind but my heart is not.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007

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Sandals Removed

Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. And only he who sees
takes off his shoes, the rest sit round and pluck blackberries.

-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The more time I share with you
I find me like a wave crashing a distant shore.
Insatiable thirst to drink from your
living pools of water.
Bathed in your furnace fires
in this latter time.

Let me not be the one to pluck
blackberries from the bushes,
But a small flame joined in
your blazing fires.
I am in awe to stunned
to move from your presence.
So close, I can feel a wind called
Jehovah wrapped around me.

I remove my sandals on this
earthly ground.
Knowing I am standing in your presence,
the true essence of Holy Ground.
I have seen and witnessed your
Majestic Power, Love, and Salvation. 

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Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2008



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Gypsy Sky






The morning sky drips of
spiraling particles of shattered
spinning, roaming tears
dew drips from the eyes of
the Gypsy clouds in the 
skies.

Harmonic sighs weave the
song of centuries told
of the travelers of the sky.
Trellis of puffed swirly
cotton candy billow
pillows floating by.

Star jutted pockets
gathered the flow
and the stair case of 
heaven shadow steps
of a wild rhythmic dance.

Violin strings and
tambourine beats
hush you can see
and feel her presence
so near.

In the sunbeam
that broke through
the skies into this new
morning dressing the
earth in her wild
roaming cries.

Thick rich honey
notes of dew of particles of
shattered crystalline

tears she waters the
morning in her spirit
she floats away
in serene silence.

A gypsy rose of such
velvet petal beauty
her heart roams
in the skies
up high.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007

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First Time

If you should see a teardrop 
fall upon my face as we lie
here inside of each others embrace.
Know it is only there for I desire you
so deeply and love you so completely.

Love me and hold me so close
love me as if it will be our last time.
For it will be the last time we shall
pass over the threshold for the first time
once into eternity.

We are one within our spirits
and our souls are the witnesses.
To tender years of love so divine.
Our love is like a red wine for it
is a delicious one of quality refined.

Brush past me with warm tender kisses
lining and caressing my cheeks so moist.
Dance me in your endless love so sweet.
Let me know that here is where 
love will grow each of us in our
endless love.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007

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Christmas is Real



When we consider the losses and grief,
if we arrived at the manger.
Then Christmas is real...

If one nation is relieved by another,
even if we bury our dead.
If we arrive at the manger then
Christmas is real.

If in prayers, we bond with the hurting
world on a global basis.
Erases the fears and arrives at the
manger.
Then Christmas is real.


Christmas is real when each of
mankind reaches out with love
to another.
The reflection of his eyes will
show from the manger.



God Bless all the troops serving this Christmas.
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350th Mobile Public Affairs Detachment

AR RAMADI, Iraq - "I'll be home for Christmas" are the final words I said to my mother as
I made my final call to her last spring while I was on my way to Iraq. We agreed never to
say "goodbye." I stated a similar claim to my wife. "Goodbye" has a finalization connotation.

"I'll be home" is a statement of confidence.

Five unexpected extensions later and we're still here. It's Christmas in the desert for us.

Military bases during the holidays are loathsome.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007

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Down to the Sea


He left this morning after tea and time with me.
before the early morning dawn and between sleepy yawns.

He has done this all his life and the better part of
the past thirty years his wife left behind.
To his mistress the gray misty sea to see her face,
to chase the winds to fill the deck hull of deep-sea catch.

I shout a reminder to tie down the hatch be watching
at unset have supper on the table button ye weather coat do be careful.
never have I said to cheerful for the day is long and the worry strong.

The skies swell with darken clouds the winds whip past and chills my thoughts.
He leaves me behind as he heads for the sea as his father before him.
She holds him tight within her embrace her face he seeks the sea his mistress the one that
holds half his heart.

Her wild call a clear call he cannot deny for she calls the running tide is up.
Hoist the sails and listen to the sea-gulls cry from within the darken sky.
He must go down to the sea where he answers the call of a fisherman.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007

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Darjeeling Tea


Storm is brewing outside,
lightening striking the ground
with burning white fingers.
Demanding attention with crackling
thunder sound.

While inside past the rain stained
window panes is brewing a
pot of Darjeeling tea.
Soothing is the golden liquid
as it warms me from this
dreary lonesome storm day.

Clouds empting their tears in
the streams of rain droplets.
Reminds me of the snippets
of memories of you.
Sipping alone this cup of
Darjeeling tea missing the one
I call darling and a single tear
splashes into the liquid brew.

Echoes a silent thunder within
my soul.

Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007

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