The tide flows in all swift and fleet
And almost knocks me off my feet
The water moves at a quick pace
And comes and goes with ne’er a trace
It makes no sound as it moves on
But silent, seeks its echelon.
For all we know, what do we see
One’s vision of sobriety
Hold on, hold on, do not let go
God’s beside us, this is His show !
I took the path along the way
Because I knew I would not stray
The trail was long, the road was straight
My caution was I must not wait .
While age and time have much to share
About the ways in which we care
For in the end what e’er we do
Determines what and where and who !
The snow has covered all the ground
There’s not another soul around
Our world of white is drowning in
A swirl of ice and sleet and wind.
There is no color anywhere
Except for trees whose limbs are bare
And evergreens both small and tall
Whose silouettes display it all.
This winter beauty that we see
Will fade away eventually !
There is a thought which fills my mind
That life has been both cruel and kind
Tis full of many ups and downs
Replete with smiles and a few frowns.
When all is well, rough storms appear
The weather, it’s not always clear
At times I’m sure we’ve been undone
When all seems cold and not much fun.
But wait a moment look about
The sun has opted to come out
To save us from catastrophe
Life is God’s true dichotomy !
The raindrops fall upon the sill
The clouds are now at overfill
And moving in their passive way
The rains await another day.
The sky is full of sweet surprise
Beginning with each new sunrise
The stars all twinkle through the night
Some to be hidden from our sight.
The wind that powers every breeze
Silent ripples midst natures frieze
While sounds of life are vibrant still
They carry on and always will !
“THE EARTH ABIDETH FOREVER”
I feel the mist that covers all
While winding through the shades of fall
Seems life survives beneath this tent
Of autumn days that God has sent.
The leaves that fly along the street
Now dog the foosteps of our feet,
Ambitious winds that heave and sigh
Impatient now await goodbye.
The seasons come, the seasons go
This is the pattern that we know
So little changes as we pass
Our lives before God’s looking glass !
The winds of March have ceased to blow
Spring blossoms have begun to show
Too soon the waves will breach the land
To plant their kisses in the sand.
The sun will warm us one and all
And gird us to prepare for fall
As on and on life’s cycle grows
Mornings wake as all evenings close !
If we could see into the past
Oh what deeds we’d discard fast
Words we wished were never spoken
Promises that we have broken.
Oh what challenge this world now shows
And watch just how our wisdom grows
With all the courage we can save
To keep us smart and safe and brave.
But we this gift not yet received
While in our lives too much deceived
We know at last it is too late
We’re not the owners of our fate !
The fog immerses one and all
The young, the old, the short, the tall
And softens all the edges found
As misty haze curls all around !
The fog seeps in with quiet ease
And silent moves upon the breeze
So like the clouds up in the sky
That sail and float and pass on by !
Against this passage we’re no match
There is no fog that we may catch
Likewise the wind and clouds, I’m sure
They carry on, their paths secure !
The sun and moon that shine and glow
The stars above, the earth below
The ocean’s roar, its undertow
The gentle breeze, the gales that blow
The mountain’s crest, the river’s flow
The rolling hills where tall trees grow,
Wild creatures roam both to and fro
In forests where thrive buck and doe
The skies so full of geese and crow
And clouds that float both high and low
Mid spectacles the seasons show
In cycles only God can know !
The umber leaves loosed at last slowly filter to the ground
Upon the myriad of others drifting all around
To end their airborne voyage in a frantic heap
And hopefully accumulate before they go to sleep.
Shades of raw sienna, a flash of yellow here and there
Fringed and spotted overall sadly needing much repair
These colors from the palette that are pleasing to the eye
Come just before the fading leaves disintegrate and die.
And here we are among the passersby with great intent
Observing natures pattern as to how her magic’s spent
I do not know the reason and I cannot name the cause
But I’m convinced that only God deserves all the applause !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 