The sun peeks through the window blinds
As morning light exposure finds
Let’s welcome in this brand new day
Before it too does fly away.
The leaves have gone, the trees are bare
The smell of snow now fills the air
As winter creeps upon its knees
The earth beneath begins to freeze.
Too soon the frost will move on in
While dark of night shall soon begin !
I cannot wait for dawn to show
From whence the sounds of life doth flow
The darkness of the night will fade
As sunbeams from daylight invade.
The shadows that are left behind
As all the early hours unwind
Do leave with us this lucent sight
Escaping emptiness each night !
There is a sound that fills the air
It seems to well from everywhere
And floods the skies with sweet surprise,
Assails the heart with joyous sighs.
Oh, what great hope new seasons bring
Anticipating everything
The lure and charm of “everydays”
That daily sing of God in praise,
The warmth and kindness and the love
Now emanates from God above !
There was a man that I used to know
He was my gardener long ago
A man of honor and good intent
Who said exactly just what he meant.
True, I knew he was a man of God
And back in those days that was not odd
He went about his work with great ease
His goal in life was to help and please.
A kindly man full of deep respect
Not an inch of ground did he neglect
His parting words I can still recall
They never changed, no not once at all.
He taught me a lesson that does survive
” See you tomorrow, if I be alive ” !
THANK YOU, JOHN ATANASIO !
All through my life these dreams I’ve had
Some good, some sad with others glad
Like wishes I have made before
That often slipped under the door
To get so lost that all forget
This life has had no ending yet !
The time is still to come my dear
With climax that conveys no fear
Into this world I naked came
And when I leave twill be the same !
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’s so much sadness that I see
It hollows out the heart in me
Sometimes one can’t tell day from night
Or when the path turns left or right !
How does one question up or down
Or if it’s time to smile or frown
Just keep on easing forward now
Praying all will be safe somehow !
In age one learns to appreciate
God’s sweet pleasures as they meet our gait,
What was, has faded into the past
Leaving remnants to soften the last.
As time alone fast winnows away
Visions return to lighten the day
Although the picture’s not always clear
Moments of clarity do appear.
God in His wisdom which we may share
Guarantees all the depth of His care !
This heart of mine it hungers so
Too much to say before we go
The words don’t come so easy now
Caught in the throat, sometimes somehow.
A simple act of nature’s need
Bids all who dare, take care indeed
The changes come and fall away
Too soon we’ll meet that fInal day !
In the distant fields, row on row
Where all the stalwart poppies grow
God’s crimson plumes wave in the breeze
Their masses reaching to the trees
Across the hills and o’er the plains
With multitudes of mounting aims,
Who’s heard the call both loud and clear
And knows the day of judgement’s near ?
The quiet of the lonely night
Now fills my waiting ears
The silence funnels all the fright
Into my wildest fears !
I cannot halt to hear the sound
Of all God’s creatures shuffling round
The night’s so full of shadows stark
I feel the fear here in the dark
Each movement that I note betrays
The consequence of former days
I wait upon the Lord of Night
To lead me to the dawn’s daylight !
My heart is full, my dreams are worn
The days grow short, the nights forlorn
How much longer must we await
As God decides departure dates ?
As we age there’s much greater fears
Sometimes our days begin with tears
Not from the aches we used to know
When we were fresh and game to go
Teardrops may fall with passing time
Searching for the end of our climb
Ask fates that be to tell us why
At this late stage it’s norm to cry
The growing process is too real
While we await God’s final deal !
This gentle thought does make its way
Into the musings of each day
What is it that our God has seen
As He looks down upon earth’s scene
Can it be that our numbers grow
Who wait on Him to start His show ?
The summer wind, the evening breeze
The tender rush of rustling leaves
The final blush of daylight’s sun
Before the twilight has begun
These are the presages of night
Arriving there when all’s starbright !
Oh what I’d give to stand up straight
To learn to circumnavigate
To use my limbs as others do
To climb a stair or dance a few.
Oh what a joy that it would be
To take a walk around to see
This neighborhood where I reside
Instead of staying safe inside.
I’m tired of disability
And eager dream of being free !
Anon bells in the tower will ring
While clear and loud the voices sing
The words so true the aim so high
They lead the chorus in the sky
And sing of things they hope will be
In soon to come eternity !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 