How can it be, the path is clear
Why should some acts instill deep fear
What crisis now hinders our ways
And complicates too many days ?
Where is the peace that we all seek
To get one through each coming week
Have we methods to gain redress
Why can’t we live without distress ?
It simply seems to query why
We must suffer ere we should die
For life was never meant to be
A paradise where none are free !
There is this joy that mornings bring
The song of birds upon the wing
Their voices calling to their kin
An early morning checking in.
They chirp and croon familiar tunes
From breaking dawn through afternoons
Making each creature here belong
Though some are frail yet others strong
How wonderful that God’s so wise
He’s made His Own Bird Paradise !
The earth is full of rocks and stones
Of valleys, caves, forgotten bones
The lakes, the oceans that astound
Hillsides and mountains all around.
The wind, the surf, the morning breeze
That ripples cross rivers and seas
This paradise of God’s invent
Are visions of His heaven sent !
Oh blessed Lord, please hear my plea
And save a piece of sky for me
A dusky eve or starlit night
Perhaps a rainbow’s sweet delight.
And for your pleasure, I will raise
A song of love and joyous praise
Come join me Lord and hear me pray
That you’ll take me with you to stay !
I love You Lord, please take my hand
And lead me to the Promised Land
Show me the path to Latter Days
That I may follow in Your ways
Each child that listens soon will hear
God’s loving Message on his ear
Trust in the Lord, He will not fail
The world is His, each hill and vale
Like every thing the eye can see
Is made by Him for you and me !
AMEN.
Does man get lost in hopes that are not fair
While ever wanting to seek paradise,
As trees lift up their arms to God in prayer
Are men then left alone to their device ?
Life has a vast divide existing there
To reach in darkness feeling no alarm
For man’s oft judged by trappings he may wear
And so has learnt how to evade this harm ?
But still in God’s lost idyllic garden
Where fragrant roses will forever bloom
Lie shadows of those soon forgotten
Not unlike whispers in a silent room !
Oh dearest Lord what were you like
When you were but a tiny tyke
And when you played outside your home
Did you get lost or perchance roam ?
What kind of games did you partake,
There were no windows you could break
I’m sure that you were full of vim
What troubles did you make for Him ?
How much your Father loved us all
To sacrifice what would befall
His only Son conceived for men
To dwell in paradise again !
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 ?
One feels walled in by steel and concrete
While strolling down a large city street
Confined by noise and lack of fresh air
I believe I choose to not be there.
Show me a field whence wilderness grows
It’s sure to be where godliness flows,
Or by a small stream or riverbed
With a gravel path that’s been well tred.
Nature’s replete with sounds loud and clear
The birds and creatures all seem to cheer
There is great joy in God’s wonderland
Hear it sing aloud and sound so grand !
I wish I were a lily pond
With fronds so large frogs sun upon
Where bees that buzz and zap about
Do forage there to find a spout
Of honey dip where they may sup
Like queens who nip from golden cup.
Or fragile birds who’ll take a sip
And clean themselves or have a dip
Like magic faun who deign to hide
From human eye by waterside,
Oh such sweet paradise is there
Let’s all rejoice and choose to share !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 