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 !
Oh Lamb of God, I come to Thee
The bastion of our liberty
I beg of You to set me free.
Untie my wings and let me fly
Into the reaches of the sky
Ere pride and love have passed me by !
IN HONOR OF BERT TUCHMAN 2/23/2018
There stands an elm outside my door too scarred and old
A magnificent stanchion mighty to behold
This aged tree, true remnant of a long ago
Attests to all, the verity of what we know
God’s works are beauteous and marvelous to see
Enjoy it all for God alone can make a tree !
I hear a tune it croons to me
A half forgotten memory
The vestige of what used to be
When you and I were young and free.
The time’s long gone, it passed us by
Too late to query, wonder why
The heart remembers so do I
Tis the moment to bid goodbye.
The blessed Lord who guides our way
And taught us each from day to day
His wisdom reaches out to save
This lonely soul from empty grave !
Today’s the day I lost my friend
It seems the pain will never end
There is no way I can replace
Her kind and gentle smiling face.
She made me feel all warm inside
I was her precious joy and pride
It seems that we were meant to be
Best friends through out eternity.
Well here I am, it’s still the same
This hurtful, ugly nagging pain
I guess I’ll learn to live with this
The memory of her last kiss !
Where is it that I find myself
I’ve wound-up here upon the shelf
As obsolete as one can be
Just waiting for eternity !
I see the mist of morning glide
Across the window pane outside
It’s frosty glaze has slipt away
To seek another hideaway
Her tiny pellets drift about
They look to scout some other route
I wonder what each journey finds
As through our lives the raindrops wind !
The wind comes rustlng through the trees
And whistles wildly mongst the breeze
It echoes up and down the streets
Embracing everyone it meets
The cool night air is muscling in
Tis time to take it on the chin
The Ides of March will soon be here
Lets try to keep our options clear
The winter wind must fade away
Before the spring will come to play !
There is a spot close in between
The here and now and what has been
We take our place, we fall in line
And thank our stars we turn out fine
A tumble down, a caution there
A humble thought, an anxious prayer
I love you Lord, I always will
Until my heart at last is still !
Oh little one all meek and mild
My dearest, sweetest tiny child
With wonderment and joy and grace
You light the world round your dear face !
I’ll try my love, remember well
In times to come our story tell
And pray the Lord will gracious be
To guide us through eternity !
Now here I am, just washed ashore
My spirit shaken, body sore
With life a wreck and purpose blind
What future is there I shall find ?
The path I follow seems so dark
I do not spy the smallest spark
And need your comfort, if you please
I come to you on bended knees !
Well here I am alone at last
Safe from the winter’s stormy blast
A child of God too soon grown old
Who took the path not paved of gold
And followed Him along His ways
Until the ending of all days
And now I wait to learn the score
Has it been worth the waiting for ?
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 ?
There are times when I think of the past
And all of my dreams that failed to last
I recall quite well what used to be
When life held moments of ecstasy
And a precious love faithful and true
Along with that which was called virtue,
And I ask of myself what comes next
There’s no hope left for some grand pretext !
I’d like to think that freedom’s free
Available to all who see
This land of opportunity
I want to dream that freedom bides
Throughout this place and on all sides
Where tolerance and truth resides.
I must believe that faith is real
Not just an effort to conceal
Hypocrisy of what we feel
I need to trust God will be there
To see and hear our every prayer
And keep all in His loving care !
There was a time we all felt good
The way united people should
We worked together like a pack
I prayed we’d get our mojo back
But all this stress and anger too
Is something that we must pass through
I see no clear path straight ahead
Just seems as though the future’s dead !
The winds of March are queueing up
Before life brews its final cup
The tedium of time is here
Each destination looms unclear
Perhaps tomorrow each may learn
The heritage that we have earned ?
I’d like to think this world we know
Was full of sweetness years ago
To tell the truth, I’m not so sure
This place was kind or love so pure ?
But here am I waiting in line
I pray dear God I’ll turn out fine
And all those wishes that I’ve had
Well most of them won’t be so bad !
I’m waiting for the waning light
To join the nothings of the night
As quiet settles over me
Increasing life’s tranquility
The silence hovers still and stark
How comforting I find the dark !
There was a land all thought was best
Throughout the world it aced each test
But arrogance got in the way
And ignorance ruled o’er the day.
Sometimes it pays to silence keep
Let others dig the hole that deep
Learn to be thankful, grateful too
Praise God, He will be there for you !
Tis true that I would like to know
Which way the busy winds do blow
And how steep will the waves all be
Crashing in the cold winter’s sea ?
Will the tide come rushing ashore
Just as the moon rises once more
To greet its eventide asea
Amidst life’s crisis and debris ?
The beauty of this world so much beyond compare
The joy of God’s magnificence we’re meant to share,
The pleasure to be seen by all of those who care
Remembering His love it always will be there !
A little bird sat on the sill
He comes to visit me at will
I’m oh so glad that he stops by
He helps the lonely hours to fly
And sometimes when I’m extra sad
Reminds me of the joys I’ve had.
Once was when times were very young
And one by one our dreams were strung
Across the tethers of the heart
Love never got its break or start
Much like that little bird I see
Perhaps exists some chance for me !
This land is mine, for you and me
With mountains high from sea to sea
Her waterfalls and rivers wide
High fields above, deep caves inside
Border to border, edge to edge
Yosemite to Pikes Peak’s ledge !
This vision of our nation’s health
Or beauty of her splendor’s wealth
Is ours, the gift of God above
That teaches us the proof of love
While we in turn are thankful for
His benefits that lie in store !
AMEN !
I feel somehow a pending urge
As all my fears and passions merge
The path to seek a higher road
Henceforth to carry life’s great load
And find a place where each may rest
Before attempting life’s contest !
I love You Lord, that’s without end
Because You are my bestest Friend
Through thick and thin, You’re on my side
To You alone I can confide.
I need to laugh and bide with joy
You’ve helped me Lord my faith employ
Whatever You will ask of me
So quickly Lord, I do agree.
And if dear Lord we never meet
The thought of You is still as sweet
Whatever else that You may choose
I’m confident, I cannot lose !
Well here I am alone at last
Safe from the power of times long past
Wherein my search I’ve tried my best
To comprehend what is the quest.
The answer softly doth resound
With all the love that each has found
And thus it is we seek respite
While gentle speaks the last goodnight !
My life’s reduced to little things
Like pleasant sounds of pigeon’s wings
The fluttering of window blinds
When misty rain and wind combines,
A fog that clouds my every thought
And questions all that I’ve been taught.
Seems nothing’s left to salve my heart
Before my journey gets a start !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 