The sun is rising o’er the hill
The air is motionless and still
There’s not a breeze stirs in the trees
As if the day’s caught in a freeze
The room is silent and alone
A truly antiseptic zone.
Oh how I wish that I could fly
Up to a haven in the sky
But guess that I may only dream
Of my unrealistic scheme
Oh Lord above, help me to find
Some safety and true peace of mind !
Life dishes out a lot of stuff
Before too long we’ve had enough
The tides of time, sometimes too strong
Will somehow carry us along
To events we have never seen
Or places we have never been
I believe all peace doth linger
At the behest of God’s finger !
There’s a tugging on my heartstrings
The sound of Christmas music brings
Old memories that fill my brain
Are here to haunt me once again.
I can’t forget the times long gone
Those dreams that we depended on
How much time have we yet to wait
Before we meet at Heaven’s Gate ?
At times I try so very hard
For all my sadness to discard
To smile and bring my life on track
And pray to lure good humor back.
Our lives are but a series of
Moments of fear, joy, tears and love
However tough the times may be
It’s always just temporary !
My heart so full, tis sure to pop
My brain’s elated, I can’t stop
I view outside, what do I see
This image God has made for me.
There’s such rare beauty to be found
From azure sky with its surround
Like all the joy He’s gifted me
His heaven, earth, His world to see !
I’m looking through the window glass
Observing as my life rolls past
Still wondering where I have been
Or if I’ll pass this way again ?
How strange is life when one is young
And from the heart, love’s song is sung
The words still echo on my ear
They bring me calm and soothe my fear.
Be kind dear Lord, now that tis o’er
Too soon I’ll knock on Your front door !
The day our Lord hung on the cross
Was when man knew his greatest loss
To us He was sincere and fit
King of us all of whom was writ
A man of faith and kindness too
Who came to save both me and you.
His suffering was hard to take
His mother vigiled at the stake
Imagine all the pain she knew
He was her child she loved Him too
Now there is nothing left to say
Except to love You more each day !
Before You grew to be quite tall
Sweet Jesus, when You were still small
What kind of life was it You led
When first arising from Your bed ?
We know at twelve You went to Shul
There questioned and reviewed God’s rule
To keep Your faith You did atone
Though in Your trial You stood alone.
Oh Son of God, You did not fail
Your life we shall forever hail
You are our Hero and our Friend
It shall be so until the end !
I’d like to believe that words live on
Long after both you and I have gone
I pray some of those words we have said
May linger longer within our head
And beg God’s blessing will favor you
With joy and hope and great passion true !
On a lonely road in an empty place
When the bugle calls and a trumpet plays
And the wild wind blows o’er deserted plain
It stirs an old heart to revive again !
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 ?
There is a place that waits for each
So very far beyond our reach
This special place no cause impeach
Where heaven’s sky meets God’s great beach !
As dawn awakes across the land
The sun prepares for her grandstand
Her magic glory wiil be seen
As vision fit for king or queen.
The splendor of day’s beauty bright
Engenders an unending light
For who will know the value of
God’s benefits and selfless love ?
There is so much that I need say
Before it’s time to go away
To indicate just how I feel
With passions that are strong and real.
At times I’m sure I cannot win
The odds are stacked ere I begin
Please help me Lord make dreams come true
Grant me the strength to follow you !
The dawn has risen, oh Lord be praised
The tomb is emptied and passion raised
One more prayer as the fest has begun
How shall we know tis over and done,
For each must choose his separate way
If one is to reach the judgement’s day
The table’s been set, the places laid
Time has run out and the piper’s paid !
When I was young and not so smart
I fell in love and lost my heart
It didn’t take too long for me
To learn that love’s not always free !
No matter what, I can’t explain
Why life holds passion in disdain
We’re told true love will never die
For many that becomes a lie !
Oh that we might remember well
The classic tales that wisemen tell
Of love and pain and avarice
And joy and fear and fate amiss.
See how the world progresses on
From Eden into Babylon
The changes wrought may interfere
With what you’re taught year after year.
I yearn to taste the glory old
That laces stories I’ve been told
The magic’s gone from all we see
Leaving but mediocrity !
Oh Lord, I truly cannot bear the ugliness of war
I have not seen the benefit of what a war is for !
In those quiet moments before the dawn awakes
Wherein enlightened thought our passion gently breaks
As we note the seasons and tally up the score
We need seek the reasons that lives must matter more.
Such feelings as we sense shall give us all a pause
For who has faith to carry on without a cause
In spite of legends, promises or holy text
We may not meet again in this life or the next !
The autumn skies were like a dream
They filtered past in style supreme
Mirages drifting swiftly by
Such beauty poised in nighttime sky.
The stars all seemed to lose their place
Not one alone did shine their face
I looked above, the throbbing moon
Kept winking her half-eye too soon.
So in and out her light would go
Enchanting but I could not know
While wandering across the sky
That nights grew cold and crisp and dry.
This jumbled quilt of cotton clouds
Were gathering in random crowds,
I looked again there o’er my head
How may I touch, my senses said.
It caught my breath within my throat
I felt my heart begin to float
I thought perhaps that I might die
The world around came rushing by.
While watching here my brain grew numb
Impoverished and overcome
The wind was brisk the air inclined
To force the thoughts within my mind
Imprinted on my inner eye
To join those clouds still sifting by !
There are some days that I simply cannot recall without a sprinkling of tears, however of late the occasions are multiplying faster than my tissue supply ! Can you relate at all ? And these words run through my head in confirmation, “The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours;” this compliments of the master, William Wordsworth. Does anyone find the name suspicious or apropos ? “Words worth” remembering and we have for ages ! I fault this poet with my adoration of the “misty isles” as it was his “Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey”. that brought me as a young woman to his country for the first time and has kept me enchanted for far more than half of my life. Frankly, Wales sings to me with its moods and passion while England appeals to my sense of being ! Scotland is all strength and courage and the Channel Isles are contentment. Ireland is a world apart, fantasy and dreams completing the cycle of life. It is two years now I’m unable to return and memories must do, like the ancient Hebrew wish, “Next year in Jerusalem”, as I reach for the kleenex. What do you think ?
Sincerely,
Claire B.
The swiftly graying darkly coursing sky
Does play upon my fickle inner eye
And bares a mystery both stark and bold
That speaks to me of long lost dreams untold.
These dreams I thought had flown so far away.
Yet seeming near, had somehow lost their way.
Some fringed and faded shadows left behind
Shedding aged reflection as they unwind
What had once been I recognised anew
And purpose wrought with aim and course so true.
The passion in my heart that won’t decline
A hungry yearning that I can’t define
The dreaming in my mind that cannot fade
A hard decision that I have not made
The longing in my soul that will not wane
A quest for meaning that I’ve failed to gain.
And there among the past that wastes away
Find sad remains of yet another day
One unknown force that placed the founding stone
Has willed this legacy to us alone.
There in the night with truth possessed and sown
Who by their fruits at last shall they be known.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 