A Broken Heart

My eyes are wells
That rain many tears.
My mind compells
To close many fears
And open to loving arms.
My bones are weak,
But brings no harm.
My heart breaks
For children I don't know.
How can I cry for those
I have never known?
And in my bones
I acke for those I've never seen.
Lord, dry my eyes,
Give me peace,
And learn to rest... in you.

Teddy Bear Heroes

Deep within the jaws of death

Lie beasts, oh, so mysterious,

They howl high above our heads,

And sail forever beneath our beds,

They frown and squint their beady eyes,

While staring up at cloudless skies,

But open them fearlessly and wide

When night approaches, leaving us no place to hide.

This is their downfall; their desperate destruction, 

Yet somehow the reason for their initial production.

But remember! The jaws of death are but a toothy smile,

With hapless intimations, meant to beguile.

Fall they will from above our heads,

Drown from their haunting beneath our beds

When night illuminates their social ills,

And with teddy bear warriors, their bodies kill. 

So let this forewarn those who would creep and crawl

Up and down blackly along my walls,

Or let their presence be known to my childish mind,

Throwing fear and doubt upon the blind

For with me lies the power of Rome;

Of fluff and fur and teddy bear heroes,

And my God; my King, who with every breath,

Will blow away every scary shadow and the mysterious.

 This is the inspiration for this poem

Christmas is Coming

Golden leaves drip from skeleton trees,

The land hardens under a biting freeze.

Though the world goes black and bleak

We have each other, warming cheek to cheek.

 

Glazed pastures, ice gnaws the dead earth.

The pale face stares, no sun can warm this turf.

But in our hearts are pastures green

And our eyes are stars, where joy redeems.

Everyman

Everyman walks this earth alone;
surrounded by wealth, common friends and foes.
But in his desperate time of need and on his lonely road,
he finds there none-he is still so alone.

Death creeps beneath his door,
whilst sleep he slumbers and at death he snores.
But alas, he is woken and by God's hand is bore
the weight of this world to walk forever more.

He pleads and whines
begging for this trial to come another time.
He is not ready! He has none by his side!
But, says death, take it in stride.

Oh sweet Jesus, intercede for us now,
death comes before life frowns.
The lines of age crumble like gowns
and before we are ready; we are cut down.

But while we remain on this earth alone,
there are none more so than those who forgo,
the pleasantries that  right and wrong bestow
and throw themselves at things below.

Alone, alone; Everyman, we are not alone!
For in our greatest need when no
man or beast alive can bestow
the friendship we must know,

To the safety of Jesus' loving arms we can always go!

Peace to Those Below

The clouds gather in my sky

And everything’s still about me.

My heart throbs for better days

But beats for days gone by.

 

The clouds melt from the sky,

While polishing the crystal blue globe;

For the “Son” conquers the world,

And gives Peace to those below.

Rain

The world is a great green mist,

That swirls its spray with a twist.

The darkening clouds bolt their cries,

But the rain pours without reply.

The falling sky empties out its tears

On the humid earth with dampened fears,

Since Mother Earth continually pines

For each small liquid drop of sunshine.

If Only I Were Like You

 I can hurt and cause pain

I can force tears to fall, without a reason,

The storm the strife the rain:

Are all mine.

If only I were like you.

You are gentle and forgiving,

Your touch is the caress of a woman.

Tall and tender trees in spring:

All are yours.

If only I were like you.

The crowds shrink with disdain

As I pass through the throng;

Many bless your name

As you walk through the masses.

Oh, if only I were like you.

My hands, beautifully fashioned,

Can only wreak disaster through the lands;

Your Hands, sorrowfully pinioned,

Have saved uncounted souls.

If only I could be like you.

With your amazing love

You have forgiven the unforgivable.

I, want this love from above

But, alas, I am the unforgivable one.

If only, oh, if only I could be like you.

Before clouds of witnesses, you have risen;

And to my surprise, I have risen too.

Is this that mysterious love that’s christened

My undeserving head?

What does this mean?

My broken head, I bow,

What rock of ages have you cleft for me?

My eyes were blind, but now,

These eyes can see!

Could I really ever be like you?

Your promises are true and real

Your ways are just and pure,

I bow to you and kneel.

If I but trust and walk with you:

I can be like you.

You have mounted me on eagle’s wings

When I did not deserve it,

You have given me a chance to sing

With you, forever, in glory:

Now, only now, can I be like you.