On a lonely road in an empty place
When the bugle calls and a trumpet plays
And the wild wind blows o’er deserted plain
It stirs an old heart to revive again !
FOREVER HIS ( 2018 ) 2018/03/06
Along life’s road I lost my way
I’ve traveled far, I learned to pray
Twas there I found my greatest gift
The love of God to heal and lift.
I’m not alone and just like you
I’d like to see my dreams come true
While all the wishes I conceive
Are not the ones I may receive.
Whatever God decides it is
I’m sure I am forever His !
THE FAREWELL ( 2018 ) 2018/03/05
I hear the sounds of early morning now
Somewhere in the distance, a mooing cow
With traffic passing on a busy road
The whir of truck tires with their heavy load
The predawn mist that finds it’s meant to stay
On a day that seems dark and dullish grey
As the tides roll in they all crash ashore
Just to wash away what was here before !
SING HALLELUJAH ( 2018 ) 2018/03/04
Oh sing a song and sing it loud
The words must rise above the crowd
Oh sing it strong, elucidate
Learn all the words, don’t hesitate
Let voices rise in chorus true
Sing “Hallelujah, Christ” to You !
SUNLIGHT ( 2018 ) 2018/03/03
Sunlight comes seeping through the blinds
To rest in all the cracks it finds
Its yellow fingers reaching out
To catch those rays that dance about.
The shards of light that move and sway
Examples of the sun at play
I wish that I could hitch a ride
Upon a sunbeam while it glides
And wake up where the sunlight grows
Just as the sun begins its glow !
LAST BREATH ( 2018 ) 2018/03/02
The shadows drift down through the trees
And shimmer in the gentle breeze
The dried leaves crackle underfoot
The chimney’s belching smoke and soot
The nightfall moves in like a cat
With moments ripe to have a chat.
A chill is in the air it seems
Soon time for reverie and dreams
The quiet shifts into the past
I think the day now breathes its last !
THE SYCAMORE ( 2018 ) 2018/03/01
My eyes observe huge sycamores entwined
Where branches, crowded, up to heaven wind
Quite barren now of leaves or other frill
This vision of the sky gives me a chill
There rises through that mass of jumbled limbs
A dazzle of congested psalms and whims.
I’ve never seen such turns and twists before
Wherein my memory could ever store
Massive as all these scattered arms may be
Seems they stretch out to touch infinity !
Claire V. Bogdanos 