The sun sinks low in darkened sky
Preparing soon to say goodbye
The wind has reached its all time low
With reticence here and below
The evening creeps, its silence taut
The stars keep blinking as they ought
Tis time to bid to all good night
Until we wake with morning’s light !
Across the meadows of the sky
The scattered clouds are drifting by
Like puffs of cotton hung in space
All seeming to be out of place
The clouds diminish one by one
Until the skies of day are done !
The wind is in the willows
The birds are on the wing
While lazing here on pillows
My heart begins to sing.
The year is growing older
Before long twill be spring
My will is growing bolder
In spite of winter’s sting.
My faith begins increasing
In every way it may
With all my fears releasing
The burden of each day !
Oh gentle beast, I see you there
Alone close by your hidden lair
The winter’s been and is half gone
Tis soon the season will march on.
Those little ones who have survived
Must learn right now to keep alive
To run and hide and secret be
Escaping this hostility.
Oh what a lesson life does teach
To all who would adulthood reach
In fact, we know the truth is cruel
This gift of life’s not meant for fools !
The sun it rises in the sky
Preparing to bid morn goodbye
The day progresses faster now
Soon twilight will appear somehow.
The sun does sink beyond the trees
The moon it rises with dark’s ease
The stars above sparkle and shout
Tis now the time for faith devout !
Of all our days now passing by
That bring us closer to the end
With standards that our faith apply
To witness and to be a friend,
This is the method each must try
To God above, a message send .
What ere Your will, we shall rely
Upon You Lord, we all depend
For all are Yours and as we cry
Without Your love, we cannot mend !
Be still my heart, I hear your beat
Sounds like a drummer on the street
What message is it being sent
That seeks a refuge in God’s tent ?
Oh blessed Lord, please help me find
Peace in this world that acts unkind
And teach me how to share this gift
With others who could use a lift !
Oh sad it was, too sad to bear
To live a life full of despair
Twas never meant to be a chain
To anchor one to fear or pain.
How simple all our lives might seem
And open to most sorts of dream
If only peace were there for free
For all life’s forms of slavery !
Could we but know the history
Of all God’s miracles we see,
That every minute of each day
Are playing out in grand display,
Oh, what a wonder we would learn
For every fraction of life’s turn.
As occurs here before our eyes
This program happens in disguise
The simplest flight of birds on high
Got their direction times gone by
God’s world is perfect as can be
Except for fools like you and me !
Tis Sunday morn a day of rest
Enjoy the day and dream your best
Pick up the pieces if you care
And be assured that He is there !
There is an oak outside my door
That stretches up ten stories more
There is no way that I can see
The sidewalk to the left of me.
This ancient tree is truly old
Devoid of nicks and is not bald
Her branches spread this way and that
She wears them like a giant hat .
And when it rains the ground is dry
Because her leaves are piled so high
Oft do I think, about those trees
That gently sway into the breeze
I’d like to know what I can do
To be that free and live long too !
I hear sweet music in the air
That’s offered up to God in prayer
It sounds so full of faith and awe
That is what hymnals are meant for.
We praise our Lord, call on His name
Help us remember why He came
Show us how to aid in His work
And help our neighbors, never shirk.
Let’s make this earth a better place
In which to raise the human race
Depend on Him, He’s always there
To ease our pain and wonders share !
Lord, how much longer must we wait
To meet our Maker, seal our faith
What vision is it we need see,
Embrace our hearts and set us free ?
What battle more than we shall dare
Or journey far that all may share,
Where in the end of win or loss
Each faces his own special cross !
Thank you, dear Lord for the strength and the will
To keep hope alive when the option’s nil
When the journey’s o’er and our lives are done
We’ll sing Your praise with each Angelus rung !
The end draws near and seems so strange
That life of man lasts but short range
While trees exist for centuries
Attested by the rings one sees.
In man there is this pressing need
For lives to fail or to succeed
As each is counted one by one
But who shall know when counting’s done ?
There’s ne’er a sound upon the street
Not e’en the thump of running feet
One cannot hear the music beat
From cruising cars most indiscreet.
No blaring horns, no clacking sound
There’s only silence all around
I wonder why most city folk
Think country living is some joke ?
Oh Lord, oh Lord, I wish that I could be
A little star upon the Christmas tree
That would glow brightly there night after night
From dusk till early morning light.
I’d like to be a crystal ball that spins
And for each time it stops somebody wins
Or if not that a sturdy knight of old
Who rescues damsels in his suit of gold.
I’d rather be a dreamer on a cloud
Than melt away into a busy crowd
But most of all I wish that I might be
Included in God’s blest community !
There are these days that come and go
When pain is all I ever know
It seems I can’t remember how
It used to be before right now.
I simply get too tired to think
And ofttimes tremble on the brink
But I recall that God is there
And hears our every single prayer.
I only hope my timing’s right
Perhaps this will be my tonight
Oh Lord above, look down on me
And share a bit of sympathy !
I glanced out o’er my yard today
To watch leaves slowly drift away
As one by one they sailed on by
A gust of wind made each one fly.
It seemed as though they spoke to me
But silence is their destiny
There’s too much that I need to learn
The list is long, it’s turn by turn.
I often wonder what we’d do
If nature had a word or two
So you and I might understand
What is the message of the land !
There is a land where dreams are made
In sunny glen and evening shade
Where every day contains a chance
Again to find life’s lost romance !
Perchance that hope might come to be
Some wish filled with sweet ecstacy
Wherein the heart that knew regret
Despite its pain, learned to forget !
Perhaps for those who’ve passed this way
Our Lord above has made delay
And metered out a final shot
To give it all this life has got !
I love You Lord, what e’er You do
In hope and love and world peace too
For joy and laughter, good times all
I hear the birds and heaven call.
My heart sings out, it hums a tune
Transports my spirit to the moon
I hear the wind, it speaks to me
Reminding me God’s love is free !
How can we live our lives complete
Without the taste of some defeat ?
Stand back, stand back, you’re here no more
You’ll ne’er come knocking at the door !
Whatever’s left is God’s to take
No time for error, no mistake
The battle’s done, tis ended now
None can survive the exit bow !
Lone vigil kept throughout the night
Doth end in early morning’s light
The stars all seem to bid goodbye
The wind reduced to but a sigh
Seems quiet has become God’s will
The battle’s o’er, the heart now still !
When the time comes at last and I open the door
When the magic is gone and my heart hits the floor
May the Lord up above and His minions below
Comprehend how I’ve grown and joys that I know
As I go to a place that is far better still
With a mind that is clear and a far simpler will !
As I awaken each morning what do I see
But a room full of emptiness staring at me
And a page in a book that has not been writ yet
Like a chapter in life that I’ll never forget
As the dawn turns to dusk and the curtains are drawn
God give me the courage to just keep moving on !
What is this sound falls on my ears
It is the echo of our fears
There’s no recourse, we cannot wait
Barbarians are at the gate !
There is a door that opens wide
To reveal secrets deep inside
Within life’s labyrinth of fears
Close to a hydrant full of tears.
This battle which abides within
Determines if we lose or win
As God alone does aid our choice
So each may choose silence or voice !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 