Poems

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The Fall

 

I fall

And no one’s there.

So I sit, 

Stuck

He’s gone and I’m here 

On the cold concrete,

Nothing to grab and no place to roll 

And a tear or two may fall

But I pull myself up,

Victim to none

But the 

Cruel necessities of life,

Greater purposes of which

I am not partial.

But trusting in the Omniscient

I pull myself up,

I find a way.

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Do You Know?

 

Do you think when the birds sing,

That they know we love their sound?

And when the red sun rises

That there’s beauty all around?

 

Does the loyal dog who loves us

Know we love him too?

And when the flowers blossom

That the barren world feels new?

 

Does the fresh-baked crunchy bread

Know how delicious it tastes?

And that at night our soft warm bed

Is the coziest, safest place?

 

Do you think when Mama smiles

She knows she looks like home?

And when little brother hugs me

I don’t feel so alone?

 

Oh, the strong humility

Of the great green earth

She must know of her magnificence

But, still, she doesn’t boast

Simply waiting patiently

For those who truly see

And all the while increasing.

 

Do you know that when you’re here

Everything is right?

And when you open your heart and hands

The stars seem to alight.

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Trails of Light

 

You never know the lives you touch

The hearts you’ve held

The wounds you’ve healed

The tears you’ve dried

The smiles you’ve born

The love that you’ve helped others feel.

We often go throughout our day

Leaving trails of light along the way.

But when it’s time to stop and rest

We feel that we did less than our best.

So glance behind you, I implore

Your trail of light shows you did so much more.

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Hidden

 

In the quiet of the night

Somehow the world is very bright.

Artificial light it seems,

Bounce of windows, frosted gleams.

But, if you can look inside, 

Oh the faces do not hide.

Smiling, frowning, tears stream down,

Every home within the town.

Each gives light of varied hues,

Each regrets each other’s views.

No one wants to see within

The private moments of their kin.

But there’s one who sees them all,

And to each He gives His call:

“Bring your sorrows up to me,

For all of you I truly see.

Every window in every home,

I see you, you are not alone.

Hidden faces feeling pain,

I will bring you peace again.

So, please come on bended knee,

For, I have much awaiting thee.”

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There Is Still

 

And now what is my life?

Divided into Before and After

I must still live, 

Though my half is gone. 

I must still smile

In the after, for life goes on

And there are still people to love

And music to hear

And hands to hold

And flowers to admire. 

There is still.

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And And And

 

I wanted it here.

Here in the peaceful place 

Where you can see all four seasons.

Because even though 

One season has stopped,

Life goes on,

One season passes 

And another. 

Flowers bloom

And big green leaves turn 

Orange and red and yellow

And fall

And die. 

But somehow, 

It lives on

And new leaves grow and flowers blossom and petals fall and colors change and fall and die and live and and

And

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Touched by Sadness

 

There is a light to someone

Who’s been touched by sadness.

A constant, soft, warm glow.

Like a candle left in the window of an old house.

Visitors always welcome,

But the depths of which you may never know.

For they have felt more,

They have felt stronger,

They feel the earth as it

Swallows up the night in darkness

And continue to shine their light.

And, oh, the joy you see in a person

Who’s been touched by sadness.

And you would never know.

Because they choose to let their candle grow

And

Burst

Like the sun rising over the horizon

In brilliant colors and hues

That you could never create yourself.

But at the end of the day the sun always sets.

But their light never goes out.

Always a candle in the window.

They are home,

These people

Who are touched by sadness.

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