Oh what a waste all wars must be
God’s lesson in futility
The silence of the gentle folk
Whose fear these fatal times invoke,
Oh would that they might wish away
The consequences of each day.
Like the last prayer the dying said
These final words ere they are dead
With all the faith they place in them
Next year dear Lord, Jerusalem !
I hear the wind move through the trees
There sounds a voice that speaks with ease
I sense my name, I halt and heed
For I’m a child of God indeed.
The world about doth now resound
And trembles with a fear profound
The earth it rumbles neath my feet
Anon God’s plan will be complete
Warning to all, the heavens vow
His time to come twill soon be now !
I knew a man once long ago
Who told me that life was a show
Where ego pranced upon the stage
Like temper tantrums or a rage.
That some preferred an audience
To fill their lives with confidence
While others still opted to be
The bastions of hilarity.
That underneath we’re all the same
With each one playing at the game
Some quiet, thoughtful, strong and bold
Or loving, kind, a heart of gold.
There is no gauge to measure man
We all make do the best we can !
There is a path that each must take before life’s walk is done
A lonely trek devoid of light and only trod by one
It’s filled with fear and saddened thoughts or is that how it seems
For who has not cried in the garden of forgotten dreams ?
Days are flying like leaves in a storm
All tempest tossed so lost and forlorn
The winds of time move across the land
Like an army under God’s command.
Is anyone sure that we’re not alone
Or which role to assume on our own
How foolish it is to thump on our chest
It is but God who will do the best !
The sands of time slip fast away
To herald passing of each day
The seeds of life lie in decay
Among the remnants cast away.
Where is the truth we know to be
Tight bound in chains across the sea
Who will escape this mutiny
And who at last shall set us free ?
Today I’d rather stay in bed
And pull the covers o’er my head
I won’t adventure from my room
Except to make food to consume.
I can’t recall when last I heard
That global warming was absurd
Right now I don’t mind where I go
As long as it is void of snow !
There is one fact that I observe
In friendships that we would preserve
If you speak somewhat softer now
T’would seem a better job somehow.
There’s no such thing as always right
There is but proper and polite
Try please to keep an open mind
For greater knowledge you may find,
There are some limits to recall
As none should be a know-it-all !
Quite clear to see
It’s only me
Lost and confused
Not much amused.
No will to fight
Far left or right
Great passion there
Full of despair.
A lonesome place
One dare not face
Too late to try
By chance to fly !
I’ve traveled on life’s byways with stops along the way
And traversed many highways before the end of day
I’ve wandered far too long searching for the rainbow’s end
While asking God to help me to find my lifelong friend.
I lost my pal not long ago, I wish she were here
So I could say I miss her and why she was so dear
Perhaps time will tell if we shall ever meet again
But I’m not worried yet cause I still remember when !
The pavement’s wet with falling snow
The cobblestones all seem to glow
The streetlamps shine their welcome light
Upon this quiet snowy night.
The flakes drift down no two alike
Afar I hear the muffled strike
As hands upon the town’s tall clock
Declare midnight, tick tock, tick tock.
Quite peaceful as this seems to be
With scant hints of fragility
Tis sad that we may never know
All of the beauty God does show !
I have wept alone but a million tears
And battled with close to a thousand fears
I have argued in vain a hundred ways
And struggled and lost for too many days.
I have wakened often in darkest night
The victim of unreasonable fright
I have said my prayers aloud to my God
And have asked for aid and a gentle prod.
I am sure that He will always be there
Through the bleakest night or a day quite fair
I shall beg His help to carry my load
And to stay with me on this last long road !
Lord who am I to offend Thee
I’m one that’s full of sad regret
I am neither great nor pithy
And likely sometimes to forget !
Tis long I’ve followed yon beckoning star
To seek I think what is the road too far
Since I’ve traveled long and I’ve traveled wide
And know the secrets that I need to hide,
Though all lessons taught were perfunctory
Yet each day held oh so much more to see
As the time wore on I’d begun to feel
What life’s all about is portrayed unreal !
Sometimes I fear I cannot bear
The lonliness of life’s despair
I see the children on the street
Their vacant eyes dimmed by defeat.
Compared to those of long ago
When ambition was clear to show
With spunk and guts they vanquished fear
While spirits channeled strength and cheer.
They did not cower in some cave
But learned how proper folk behave
They mimicked those who came before
They worked and saved and worked some more.
They learned the language, customs too
Embraced the challenges they knew
And in the end their courage won
Look now to see how far they’ve come !
The afternoon light sifts through the curtain’s lace
I feel the warm shadows skirt across my face
While sunrays flood specks of dust into my space
And for one moment, I soar above life’s race !
The madness of this world we see
Leads us close to infinity
Could be that war is imminent
This is the thing we must prevent.
Let’s pray to find another way
Not black or white but shades of gray
There needs to be a middle road
Some method used to share the load.
It’s time for us to stand up tall
Accept the blame before the fall
Learn how to shoulder our fair share
Tis now to show how much we care !
The lonely minstrelman reached out
To share his music all about
And tell his tales of love gone wrong
In words and notes of each sad song.
He traveled on the dusty road
Undaunted by his heavy load
And brought to those who wished to hear
His songs of war, betrayal, fear.
From town to town he wandered on
The long expected clarion
His voice so strong and deep of sound
The world he knew did gather round.
He earned his keep twas no small task
And answered many questions asked
He watched world history unfold
He was our courier of old !
Of all the things I miss the most
Those lengthy walks along the coast
Where one tred beaches on the shore
And climbed small dunes there by the score.
Wandering amongst seagrass plumes
While ocean roar veils salty spumes
To laugh and play upon each wave
And treasure all the joy it gave.
But that was oh, so long ago
Before the accident you know
Since then the ocean is taboo
Like hilly roads and hiking too.
I find myself confined a bit
There are those places I can’t fit
I still savour life to the core
Just not the same as life before !
As skies of gray go drifting by
Seagulls o’erhead do swiftly fly
I hear the whisper of the wind
It cries to me “please let me in”.
The sound grows stronger on my ear
I do not dare for more to hear,
Be gone corruptor of my fate
For sure it is you are too late !
I’d like to think that I am blessed
In my constant and desired quest
To find the peace I’m sure exists
Someplace beyond where patience sits.
So guard your tongue, be kind to all
Remember pride doth have its fall,
Our Jesus Christ, so humble He
Has promised us eternity !
I am grown bold and chance to have the thought
To exit from this web in which I’m caught
A web spun of old thread and newer dreams
Escape’s not always easy as it seems !
The rain it falls upon the ground
With rivers rising all around
Tree branches laden bend and moan
The body aches and muscles groan.
Torrential rain makes hearing hard
As flooded steeets and muddy yard
Make navigation extra rough
And keeping dry a task quite tough.
What would we be without the rain
Perhaps some desert near Bahrain
Or great Gobi in China’s west
Let’s all agree to keep the best !
How fleet and swift our lives pass by
With minutes lost, the hours fly
There is no time called used to be
What we once knew did rapid flee
And left us there in life’s abyss
Our hopes awash, our love unkissed !
The earth moves slowly round and round
So still we barely hear the sound
Our world’s comprised of life replete
The waters, an aquatic street.
The airborne throngs do mill around
With destinations to be found
This paradise is incomplete
For without faith there dwells defeat !
Those angel eyes that peep at me
Through fingers that play “I can see”
Or lashes with leftover tears
From scary dreams or nighttime fears,
Some shallow breathing in the night
That gives your heart a sudden fright
You find yourself straining to hear
Sounds to assure that all is clear !
There is a day that I recall
It happened early in the fall
As we were riding in the car
To visit someone not too far.
We came upon a crossroads stop
I felt my mind spin like a top
For there before my very eyes
Was the most wonderful surprise.
A country church its spires high
They stretched to reach into the sky
This ancient brown wood edifice
That seemed to speak of heaven’s bliss.
The beauty of the grounds about
Spoke loudly for its faith devout
The sight of that old wooden spire
Breaching heaven sets hearts afire.
It’s been so long since I was there
I think I can’t remember where
But this I know when I am sad
The thought of it makes me feel glad !
This lonely vigil we need keep
Ere we shall find eternal sleep,
God’s watchman waits for deeds to show
In which direction we each go.
And who is he, this chosen guard
Who watches those who’ve worked so hard
To reach the goal God has in mind
That we perchance may heaven find ?
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Claire V. Bogdanos 