Well, here it is, the early morn
Where shades of night melt into dawn
As shadows pale then disappear
Into the light now grown more near.
When I was young I found that joy
So vital to each girl and boy
My heart grew wings, I learned to fly
To heights that reached beyond the sky.
How little did I know back then
It never would return again
And wishes I’d been hoping for
All failed to knock at my front door !
Oh blessed Lord, come live with me
Invade my heart eternally
Help me to keep my life in line
And with your aid, I will be fine.
Oh Lord God, hear my simple plea
There is no place I’d rather be
Than safe with You each day to rise
Forever more in Paradise !
Sometimes I waken in the night
To find there’s no one else in sight
And I am torn to ponder why
The bright lit stars desert the sky
Or why the valleys lose their glow
When meteors do fail to show !
Instead we face a blackened sky
Unveiled before our darkened eye
To note the lonliness we feel
And pray that it is most unreal ?
Sometimes the words get in the way
Of all those thoughts we have to say
Like all the angels in the skies
Whose wings do bid us sweet goodbyes
Or shutters closed ‘gainst bitter cold
Burst open for each sunshine’s role
Like evening prayer before we sleep
Filled with our promises to keep
Our lives in order, should He come
Before the rising of the sun !
There is a numbness I can feel
Somehow I think it can’t be real
It just won’t leave, try as I may
However long do feelings stay ?
I’ve often thought how sad it is
To figure out what’s mine, what’s his
This world was not born yesterday
Nor will its strength fade fast away
But lingers long upon the mind
To seek the answer we need find.
Among those stars in distant sky
There bides a path that each must ply
And as the trail now waxes old
Before its impetus grows cold
Let’s bind our fears and make new friends
Learn how the final story ends !
The wheels of justice do turn round and round
Until the pendulum of life has found
All of the many strengths that each displays
In the intensity of God’s clear gaze.
He is not fooled by acts of ignorance
In order to achieve one’s recompense
Our God who reigns above is wise and fair
Rewarding all who care enough to share !
One day you’re here and then you’re gone
While every other soul moves on
The time’s arrived when you are done
Tis soon an end to all begun.
There really is no second chance
Except for that last parting glance
So soak it up, the final perk
Tighten your belt and get to work !
Thank you, dear Lord for the strength and the will
To keep hope alive when the option’s nil
When the journey’s o’er and our lives are done
We’ll sing Your praise with each Angelus rung !
The skeletons of life parade
Across the doorway of the mind
Where most decisions have been made
And chances, good and bad do wind.
The time is now, let us declare
The love of God is on our side
Before we channel, let’s beware
This cannot be a foolish ride !
Oh how I love those old time songs
Especially when ” she done him wrong “,
” Play it again Sam, just one more time “,
Or maybe a simple ” Old Lang Syne ” ?
Never unkind or edgy or terse
Those pleasant tunes with their simple verse
True, most of it’s bush league, guaranteed,
As the dark stranger mounted his steed
” I’ll be back ma’am on another day “,
Turned his horse around and rode away !
REMINDS ONE OF JOHN WAYNE TYPE, EH ?
My life moves on, I’m still alive
And plan to think, react and thrive
I’m no fading bud on the vine
Nor am I some sweet valentine !
What e’er I am, there’s no mistake
I’m flexible, I will not break
The power in me comes from my God
Whose taught me this, real life is hard !
It’s been awhile since you’ve been gone
I find it hard to carry on
My days are long, the hours unwind
To seek the peace I cannot find.
A part of me has lost its way
The rest seems to have gone astray
I heard those last words that you said
They are imbedded in my head
O’er every word, I’ve cried and cried
My son, for you, I would have died !
Old winter is around the bend
Not long before the year does end
The weather seems much colder now
Sure it will be alright somehow
We’ll bundle up and drink some cheer
And beg of God a great new year !
WITH MARSHMALLOWS TOO !
So many words are ever sweet
And rest in bundles at my feet
Syllables echoed on my ear
The sound of which I yearn to hear.
I do enjoy the accolades
Of ages past, forgotten days,
When men of words would have their sway
And you and I might nod “hooray”
For those of old much braver be
To speak for human dignity !
There was a war long time ago
In places that we did not know
So many years now in our past
Proof of length that memories last.
Both young and old were forced to fight
Across the globe or out of sight
A war that simply parried on
Left none untouched here or beyond.
Now I am old but can recall
Those shadows cast upon my wall
With forgotten names that I’d known
Redemptions’ chance all but unknown.
Oh, someone should research this tale
Ere soon we shall completely fail !
REMEMBERING PEARL HARBOR DAY
The sound of early morning cheer
Weighs lightly on my waiting ear
There is such comfort I receive
From faith in God whom I believe
And all the birds that sing along
Are part of every morning song
I love You Lord, what joy You bring
You are the Best of Everything !
There are some memories I keep
That intrude on my deepest sleep
They form a wall seems made of stone
That forces me to walk alone.
Tis not what keeps me up at night,
In hours twixt darkness and the light
Which is the time I fear the most
When lonliness turns into host.
Oh for the chance once more to be
A child of faith at Jesus’ knee
Forgive me Lord, all of my sin
Hear me dear God and let me in !
I look around, what do I spy
The naked limbs of barren trees
With leaves in piles about sky-high,
Leftover ice from last night’s freeze,
Snapshots of early morning find
Still crusted on the window’s ledge
A lacy pattern left behind
By remnants of the autumn sedge.
The winter has its own brigades
An army of invading knaves
Of frost and snow and ice cascades
That from the bitter cold here saves !
There is a heart beats in my breast
Reminding me that I am blest
I’m sure that God is always there
He holds the answer to each prayer.
His comfort is my one desire
It’s His love sets my heart afire
I’m far too old to question why
But I know God’s my bestest Guy !
I hear the raindrops dancing on my roof
The pitter-patter sound they make is proof
That even passing raindrops sing-along
To note that God and man, they too belong !
Let’s say a prayer, come Christmas Day
For all those children far away
Who’ve lived in need and know no peace
Where joys and dreaming are deceased.
They’ve never lived without the tears
That generate both hate and fears
Whose existence finds ’tis bereft
By times of war, years of neglect.
Oh helpless child who does not know
The gifts of God, Who loves us so !
Oh Lamb of God, what shall I do
With open heart, I come to You
The hour is late, the night is old
My pains increase as time grows cold.
I long for sleep, the morning nears
I need Your help to stem my tears
And wonder if my faith will last
Despite this spate of winter’s blast ?
I beg You God to bide with me
Through thick and thin, eternally
I pledge my word for those who care
That with Your love we learn to share !
The end draws near and seems so strange
That life of man lasts but short range
While trees exist for centuries
Attested by the rings one sees.
In man there is this pressing need
For lives to fail or to succeed
As each is counted one by one
But who shall know when counting’s done ?
There’s ne’er a sound upon the street
Not e’en the thump of running feet
One cannot hear the music beat
From cruising cars most indiscreet.
No blaring horns, no clacking sound
There’s only silence all around
I wonder why most city folk
Think country living is some joke ?
I see the frost upon the bough
I know the weather’s colder now
It seems the winter has appeared
Clad in its ever bright white gear!
The clock that’s on my kitchen wall
Marks time through winter, spring and fall
While summer days may melt away
To leave behind each yesterday
With warmth to hasten any claim
To love or joy or hope or fame !
The shards of light sift through the blind
And leave too many threads to find
That weave along life’s weary road
For those who strive with burdened load.
The way is coarse and over done
At times it’s o’er before begun
If we could seek just one more toss
With God, we’ll strike up one less loss !
Oh Lord, oh Lord, I wish that I could be
A little star upon the Christmas tree
That would glow brightly there night after night
From dusk till early morning light.
I’d like to be a crystal ball that spins
And for each time it stops somebody wins
Or if not that a sturdy knight of old
Who rescues damsels in his suit of gold.
I’d rather be a dreamer on a cloud
Than melt away into a busy crowd
But most of all I wish that I might be
Included in God’s blest community !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 