A little bird conversed with me
And offered me sweet sympathy
I’m sure he was a cheeky bird
Who whistled many happy words.
I couldn’t understand a one
But listening brought me such fun
He tweeted high, he tweeted low
His messages did stop and go.
Now he and I are on one page
We seem to share the self-same stage
It would be nice if we two could
Speak the same language as most should !
My heart has wandered ever long
To find out where it does belong
I’ve followed every path I knew
To search for love and comfort too
Alas I found no haven there
Just emptiness and sad despair.
I guess I’ll have to try again
My problem is I don’t know when
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll have luck
The trouble is I think I’m stuck
Between a rock and some hard place
Dear Lord, help me my fears to face.
So let’s not waste a minute more
It’s time to knock on God’s front door !
It looks like spring may soon be here
Is this good time for us to cheer
Do you think we should wait a bit
Until we’re sure that this is it ?
Perhaps we’ll take another day
Ere we pack our woolens away
Another job for us to do,
Remember get some mothballs too.
I do so hate motheaten holes
In sweaters, scarves or worsted hose
At least there’s this great joy in sight
Goodbye to every frosty night !
Please look outside, what do you see
Small groups of birds in every tree
That seem to be in ecstasy
Their happy sounds bring joy to me !
If only I could learn to fly
Like all these friendly passers-by
I’d join them on their branch so high
And praise the Lord up in the sky !
I hear the wind so wild and cold
It shares a chill quite brash and bold
And struts its sound beyond the storm
Oh how I wish I could get warm.
I’d guess the forests need to sleep
While gusty winds do clean and sweep
It is a job of giant length
And needs to work at high pitch strength
For God owns all the powers that be
And is the boss of you and me !
I do believe man’s lost control
And in this life now plays scant role
No matter what he’ll do or say
I do not think he’ll have his way
He’s handed all of our defense
To those who are devoid of sense.
Just look around what do you see
Blank faces lacking industry
They cannot spell or cursive write
They’re neither smart nor oh so bright
It makes me sad since I’m unsure
How can I help us be secure.
Who ever thought there’d come a day
When all our dreams were flushed away
And we are left alone to grieve
For all those joys we shan’t receive
Oh foolish people weak and frail
Too bad that ship’s already sailed !
The colors of the rainbow are
As glorious as evening star
That’s ringed by comets from afar
And shares their beauty near and far !
What is it that I see out there
All those rough cracks in earth so bare,
They seem to spread across the ground
New fresh roots waiting to be found.
There is this light green piercing through
Can it be that springtime is due,
What is it we are noticing
Why, first sign of an early spring !
And so our days just roll on by
Some with a tear, some with a sigh
Now there are times when it’s worthwhile
That all of us employ a smile
And so we move from day to day
Accepting life as come what may
Though hoping truly that our dreams
Are not as distant as it seems.
These dreams are made of fluff and stuff
Perhaps we cannot get enough
But time will know when we are done
Twixt tears or cheers, to end our run !
I feel the winds of change expand
They silent spread across the land
I sense the tremor in the trees
That shimmers in the morning breeze.
A pleasant peace now settles in
Inverse to all of life’s chagrin.
What is it I shall ask of God
Life that’s simple, and not too hard
True friendship based on moral core
With kindness, care and so much more
Let’s pray the Lord is always there
And guides us through with joy and care !
Dear Lord above, I love you so
So much I see, so much I know
I cannot wait until that day
When all our debts we must repay.
Though most may mourn or curse their fate
In truth with me, I cannot wait
There will be more that’s yet to come
God’s gift to grant or take from some.
The promise always has been there
Of love and peace and joy to share
The prophets promised long ago
We’ll only reap what we do sow !
The wind is chill, the fire’s gone cold
The nights are long, the world’s grown old
The forest’s dark, there is no sound
How do God’s creatures get around ?
The wolf, the owl, the chipmunk too
All feel the cold just like we do
How can we save our wildlife friends
Until this season finally ends ?
We have about five weeks or more
Before the spring walks through the door
Let’s pray we all will have good luck
And the warm weather gets unstuck !
Tis said that life’s a learning curve
While on this road one must not swerve
Remember to keep goal in mind
Let moderation help you find
Those aims that you are searching for
And keys to open freedom’s door !
So long ago and quite faraway
In the world that was then, not today
There lived a priest they called Valentine
He married couples most of the time.
But Claudius, great emperor he
Needed all young men for his army
Thus marriage was a forbidden joy
For many a Roman girl or boy.
Well Valentine refused to abate
And so he suffered that triple fate
Torture, stoning, beheading also
This was the way that he had to go
Oh sad for him twas too long ago
Who knew he’d become our great hero ?
Dawn awakes with a lazy yawn
And signals that nighttime has gone
As each day does arrive on time
While life begins its daily climb.
At eventide the lights turn on
Like magic lasting until morn
The twinkling stars remain intact
All constellations are exact,
How wonderful it all must be
God’s master of astronomy !
The grizzled stinging icy rain
Assails my frosted window pane
The splaying of its frozen bits
In rhythmic sound each window hits.
The ledges are piled high with snow
One cannot force the sash to go
The world outside is grim and bleak
It mocks the look of Bakers Street.
Oh Sherlock please, don’t be upset
We have no mystery as yet
The weather seems to be a curse
Of course it could be so much worse
Let’s wait it out, comfy inside
Thank God that we have nought to hide !
Oh for the road not traveled along
And the memory of an old song
With a tune that cuts right to the core
And melodies of forgotten score,
Like a fragile view of times long past
With all of those things that could not last
On this lonely road exclusively
That leads one to an eternity !
There was a bridge in the Great War
That both sides had been fighting for
So many died in that one fight
From early morn to darkest night
Tis true that they performed their best
Though in the end all failed that test.
They died there by the River Somme
As back and forth all hell did come
Of Brits alone some price to pay
Fifty-eight thousand fell that day
Now this occured lifetimes ago
And none are left who really know
But tell me please if any can
What does this say about a man ?
I’ve often thought how bold are we
To dream aloud of victory
There is a path we all must take
To learn what values are at stake
We strive to be a people free
Oft caught midst chains of tyranny.
As winds of war rage fierce and wild
A challenge to each man or child
We’re wrapt in our leftover tears
And chastened by impending fears.
There is no way to make amends
With God alone to help our friends
Beyond this sight what will we see
Still flying there, old Liberty !
There is a joy that giving brings
Among all life’s vast happenings
Love of family and of faith
The need for God to keep us safe
In hope that we may overcome
The evil we’re escaping from.
The sense to know that God is there
To hear our every hope and prayer
Perhaps this time we’ll get it straight
And all wind up at Heaven’s Gate !
Amazing word, how sweet it is
To love the Lord and to be His!
With all my strength I pray that He
Will never leave or forsake me
My sins forgive and love me true
There is no more I ask of You
And so this day I’ll ever keep
The promise made before I sleep,
And if it be I should not wake
I beg You Lord my soul please take !
I often think no matter what
That I will give all that I’ve got
And pray that I’m much better than
Some mediocre protest plan !
I’ll stand up for the land I love
Her people that I am proud of
Her flag and constitution too
The honor of red, white and blue
I sure hope most will join with me
To fight to keep our liberty !
Oh how I wish the world could know
Our God is everywhere we go
The air we breath, the sky of blue
The birds that fly and oceans too.
The wind that blows, the earth below
Fields that bloom and the trees that grow
The lakes and streams and rivers all
The valleys that do rise and fall,
Those creatures that dwell in the seas
And furnish food for all who please
This wond’rous world that fills our space
Reminds us all of God’s sweet grace !
Oh tiny babe so full of grace
You’ve a sweet smile upon your face
Because you’ve heard the angels sing
While you are peaceful and sleeping
They whisper loving words to you
To keep you safe the long night through.
Oh how I wish that I could be
A child just out of infancy
And hear those blessed angels sing
Their praise of God who is their King !
MAKE A JOYFUL NOISE UNTO THE LORD !
I love the way the snowflakes fall
In their great rush to cover all
They land in heaps about knee high
And keep on swirling from the sky
This place is clouded in pure white
It sure is one dramatic sight.
Just feel the air it’s frosty cold
The snow’s a power to behold
It glitters bright for those who share
The magic and elusive glare.
I sure would love to greet the sun
Assured that soon the cold is done
Though we shall have to wait some more
Before this spring walks through the door !
I have traveled over mountains where the missionaries trod
As they brought to all the natives many messages from God
I have crossed the mighty rivers where they struggled for their lives
To ford the very waters in which the power of God survives
I have listened to the wind as it has played its mournful tune
And I thank the distant stars that we each share the sun and moon !
I wonder if those words I hear
Whispered so softly in my ear
While I am half asleep in bed
And murmurs swirl around my head,
I find I’m caught within this spin
Of all the lines I must fill in.
Sometimes I cannot keep the pace
The words seem to get lost in space
And need a sort of safety net
To catch those thoughts I’ve not writ yet !
If I could have a magic wand
Or star that I might wish upon
To make your dearest dream come true
Or create memories for you
Then I would chalk myself a win
And thank my God with an amen.
For that is what a mother does
And all she is or ever was
No matter what their age may be
Each child is still her sweet baby !
Claire V. Bogdanos 