In those quiet moments before the dawn awakes
Wherein enlightened thought our passion gently breaks
As we note the seasons and tally up the score
We need seek the reasons that lives must matter more.
Such feelings as we sense shall give us all a pause
For who has faith to carry on without a cause
In spite of legends, promises or holy text
We may not meet again in this life or the next !
The air is cool, the smell is sweet
The sound of children from the street
Now rises on the morning breeze
Like waves upon the stormy seas.
The silence reigns just now and then
As shreiking laughter once again
Cuts through the air this peaceful day
With joyous noise while children play !
There is a celebration here
Tis true release from all my fear
Fear is suspect in all to come
God is my hope thus I fear none !
Where is the dream of yesterday
Where has it gone it’s flown away,
It wasted by the road’s dead end
And lingered there without a friend.
The flowers withered on the vine
The fruit has shriveled in the clime
The world just seems so out of sorts
Our ships are moored in foreign ports
Hard work is there that none will share
I think there’s no one left to care !
Bright skies of blue with clouds of white
God’s perfect picture of delight
From azure blue to deep sea green
Painted waters lie in between
While flocks of birds fly overhead,
With sheer emotion left unsaid
True this must be a gift received
That’s far too grand to be believed
I sense the world writhes in defeat
As danger lurks on every street
What else is there for us to fear
The day of judgement drawing near ?
Tis now that we must all align
Our actions into God’s design
We’ll use His words to seek the way
And trace His footsteps every day !
The battlefield’s an ugly place,
Both fear and courage on each face
As terrors of one’s lifetime wait
To learn how each shall meet his fate.
While war is part of history
No generation has been free
And battle scars won’t disappear
Until our Lord does interfere !
It is not peace we’re searching for
Our peace won’t come before God’s war
What we need now is Joshua
To sound the trumpets with his corps !
An angel rapped upon my door
And asked what I was waiting for
I answered with a mild restraint,
“To use my words to pictures paint
And beg God’s help to loose my heart
That I may in His world take part
Tis not a simple task,” said I,
“But what I wish ere I should die,
I think about this every day
And do not wish to lose my way,
I am no longer young you see
My faith means everything to me !”
The atheists say we are fools
There is no God nor any rules
Their evidence seems very hard
But as for me I’ll opt for God !
The Christmas stars are in the sky
They last from August through July
They twinkle bright and travel round
Their numbers grow and do abound
I find my curiousity
Increases with all that I see.
If only I were oh so smart
Instead of thinking with my heart
Perhaps I could then understand
How this old world was built so grand !
It seems to me the world about
Is filled with anger and with doubt,
Each day begins with a clean slate
As we move nearer to our fate.
I’m grateful every time I rise
For all the beauty of His skies
And all the wisdom that is free
To understand God’s charity.
I must believe He loves us all
The young, the old, the great, the small
And willingly accept that He
Is rooting for our victory !
You can barely hear, the murmur’s so soft
As birds begin stirring in nests aloft
Be still and listen when decibels grow
As the lights of the dawn begin their show.
These tiny fledglings do make lots of noise
With their bobbing heads all hungry and poised
The sound increases as the morning glows
Preventing some from enjoying a doze.
Ah but now it seems all are quite content
Hear the silence speak, no complaints to vent !
Good morning world I’d like to say
I wish you all a bonnie day
With hugs and kisses in between
Lots of love and sweet whipping cream.
A bit of chocolate everywhere
The smell of taffy in the air
But what I think I’d like the most
A walk in sand along the coast,
Remembering those days long gone
Recalling life’s lost halcyon !
A little time to breathe the air
A little more just being there
A tiny space to think aloud
Like time to float upon a cloud
A moment with no purpose bound
And minutes where silence is found !
When I was young and meek and mild
I knew the manners of a child
But as I grew and aged a bit
My ways improved I learned to fit.
It seems to me that age must share
Abilities of love and care
Yet caution all to patience earn
As one by one each takes a turn !
Oh how I wish that I could be
A riv’let running to the sea
That constant trickles down the drain
The remnants of the night time rain.
A drip, drip, drip upon the wall
Now gathers fast at evenfall
And makes its downward way complete
Runoffs from gully, stream and street.
The volume growing as it flows
Cross valleys, fields and tall hedgerows
Until at last its task is done
And we have breached the river’s run !
I found my love when but a teen
I knew great joy at seventeen
I thought the world was lean and keen
When I had turned just seventeen.
The times were tough and war was mean
When I was only seventeen
My heart got broken neat and clean
And there I was but seventeen.
All through those years that passed unseen
Life disappeared at seventeen
I wish my time had been pristine
Like once it was at seventeen
I’d sacrifice the years between
Again to be just seventeen !
My advice to you my darling friend
Is take time to dream before the end
Do it now ere you have fully grown
It curries magic you have not known
Supplying cushions to fall upon
As life turns into a marathon !
There is a bit of keen advice that I would give you all
That as you travel through your life try to avoid the toll
Of those so full of avarice who wish to be a friend
Take care because their interest sometimes is but pretend !
Oh power that rules, attend us please
Our old world is trembling on its knees
The mountains rumble the waters surge
All seem to be begging for a purge,
The woodlands burn with a heat intense
Where is the force of our own defense ?
This world in chaos appears to be
What’s left to us of civility
Open your eyes it is not too late
To challenge the demons at the gate !
I had a dream the other night
And woke from slumber with a fright
The late air whined it seemed to say
A storm is due some time today.
The wind rushed through the limbs of trees
And shuddered quickly in the breeze
The darkened clouds did hesitate
While all about were in a state
There in the gloom one ray of light
Did pierce the sky and caught my sight,
Perhaps the storm may change its mind
Now wouldn’t that be super fine ?
We’re at the end of our two hundred year story
And live in the shadow of our former glory
We’ve traveled the path with our destiny calling
And tred on the way where the mighty are falling.
We’ve lost all our values and our honor is gone
The next battle ahead can now make us a pawn !
If wishes had wings I’d rise and fly
Across the wilderness of the sky
To meet with the angels in the air
And follow them home to tarry there.
Now angels appear to be quite strong
I am guessing that their lives are long,
Perhaps thousands of years more or less
A great mystery I must confess.
If I have to wait too long to see
I pray they’ll keep their watch over me !
Another morning has begun
Tis grand to feel the warming sun
Its fingers slipping through the blind
Leaving the dark of night behind.
The lacy patterns on the wall
Keep spreading till they reach the hall
I can no longer laze away
Its time to rise and greet the day !
Some might think that I am foolish
Or even that I’ve lost my mind
I am not known to be churlish
Not spiteful, silly or unkind.
I have no wish to tarry on
Or try to take up too much space
Please note, I am no paragon
Quite long ago I learned my place.
Our lives should be more simplified
With cause for no great mystery
We live by faith and faith implies
Our honor is our victory !
Oh little birds where have you been
We’ve missed your chirps and cheeky spin
It seems as though it’s been too long
Since you’ve been here to sing your song.
The winter’s gone, so glad of that
Can’t wait to hear C sharp or flat
Oh little birds please fail us not
Without your sounds what have we got ?
Our lady in the harbor with torch held oh so high
She waves as strangers greet her while they are passing by
She is a precious omen that opens wide the door
To bid each one a welcome who comes here searching for
A little bit of heaven, the chance to be one’s own
Reach out to touch the angels who call this land their home !
Claire V. Bogdanos 