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life and death
Again
Again — she squealed
Falling through the air
Back to her father’s arms.
The thrill of flying high
Ever kept her coming back
To do it one more time.
Again — she prodded
While resting peaceful
In her mother’s arms.
The voice, so sweet and
strong,
Kept her ever asking
For yet another song.
Again — she whispered
While snuggling close
Within her lover’s arms.
The pleasure of such bliss
Kept her ever wanting
Another touch and kiss.
Again — she resolved
While gently holding
The child in her arms.
The beauty of her little son
Made her need and want
To make another one.
Again — she pleaded
Being escorted
To her Father’s arms.
The wondrous life she’d
found
Had her humbly begging
For one more look around.
war & Patriotism
Chaplain
He stood upon
The battlefields
Of history.
The memory
Of a million wars
Haunting his solitude,
And the faces
Of a multitude,
Disrupting his reverie.
He looked upon
Forgotten graves
Where men were laid;
Where now displayed
The lost and wasted lives
Of Mankind’s very best;
And there he wept
For Mankind, thus possessed;
And there he prayed.
the written word
Reader
To taste of life —
Feed daily on the joys and
tears;
The love and strife
Of Mankind’s many years.
To smell the fragrances
Of dreams and fears;
To feel both darkness and
the light.
To touch the past —
Peer clearly into heart and
mind;
The truths amassed
And carefully refined;
To grasp the images
By pen enshrined,
Traverse the varied ancient
paths.
To share the deeds —
Walk humbly with both small
and great;
Embrace the needs
Of those who’ve clashed with
fate;
To solemnly observe
And meditate,
Secure — as quietly he
reads.
faith
Still We Sing
They ring
Throughout the years,
The songs of faith
Sung by our Christian peers.
And though the fears and
spears
Of persecution’s hate,
Continue to assail,
And oppression’s sword
Will ever bring travail —
Yet still we sing.
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