I get so tired of all the pain
How I wish that I could start again
What I’d give to have a chance to be
Someone who lives in a world ache free
But that concept will not fly right now
I need learn to struggle through somehow
While faith in the Lord, a prayer or two
May part the clouds and help clear the view !
I’d like to believe all of my prayers
Will be reviewed by His crew upstairs
I keep on talking an awful lot
Cause talk and truth are all that I’ve got.
Perhaps I’ll write a letter or two
Where shall I send it, I have no clue
Can I be sure that my every word
Will reach God’s ear or even be heard ?
I must continue trying each day
To speak my heart, remember to pray !
I left my heart behind so long ago
On a sandy beach where it doesn’t snow
Where the wind is brash and the waves ride high
And the cliffs above try to reach the sky.
Now my heart still yearns for that touching sight
That I’ve dreamt about too many a night
In that foreign land far across the seas
Where our boys lie in graves beneath the trees.
I pray to God that we do not forget
War is the devil that we all have met !
The legs won’t move, they seem possessed
And cause great pain with no redress
The body aches and labors so
It is an effort just to go.
With time all problems multipy
There is no way one can defy
The chronic ills that ageing brings
To life and limb and loads of things !
Oh Lord sometimes I find I cannot bear
This useless pain I suffer everywhere
I’ve searched so hard to find another way
To force this endless ache to fade away.
My strength is gone and my courage got lost
As I feel myself in a tempest tossed
Dear Lord, what shall I do to set me free
Help me to score this last small victory !
Sometimes the pain’s too much to bear
Sometimes defense is meant to share,
I’ve often wished that I could fly
On cushioned wings into the sky
Escaping earth and its confines
Midst all the angst that life defines
I understand as one earthbound
What I search for is not aground !
This is God’s giant stage and we are players all
We tread upon the boards and pray we do not fall !
With all the nonsense we do see
We’re so thankful for our country
We have so much just look around
It is the finest to be found.
One nation of the brave and free
A bastion of our liberty
Which many now scheme to destroy
Whatever methods they’ll employ.
In truth our God is always there
To answer our unending prayer
And keep us safe no matter what
We pledge our lives and all we’ve got !
I’ve dreamt about that garden where sweet Jesus took His last walk
And wished how I could have been there to witness His farewell talk !
Of all the evils that exist
That constant are and do persist
The worst of these remain to date
Those filled with unrelenting hate.
Oh what a sadness that must be
The cost of anger’s never free
And leaves an emptiness inside
That sometimes is too hard to hide.
Perhaps these feelings do abate
Oft times occuring far too late
It seems we’ve no solution there
Our only hope is God and prayer !
While in the land of make believe
Where fallen dreams perhaps collide,
When all the plans that you conceive
In shadows dim do there abide
Just stand erect and truth receive
Or from your future choose to hide !
I feel a breeze, it chills the air
I hear a sound, is someone there ?
I see a light, it’s coming soon
Somewhere between the dawn and noon
I sense a feeling of despair
I ask again, does no one care ?
We’re left alone to make our way
Does anyone know how to pray ?
We’d better learn ere it’s too late
For who can know each past due date ?
Our Lord in heaven up above
Does spread His undeserved love
Do you believe that He is there
To hear each sad or wishful prayer ?
I’d like to think that it is true
He’s listening to me and you
And hears our thoughts before we speak
In English, Farsi, French or Greek,
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
That all our dreams are in His hand !
At times the pain is so intense
That even tears are no defense
I want to run or fly away
When all my prayers can’t save the day
I do not see how else to live
And need your help to please forgive
Those days that I have thought to die
Before my time to bid goodbye.
I know that there is more to say
Please guide me Lord, show me the way !
From that bridge in Concord to each foreign shore
Bid God above bless them all forevermore
With that elusive peace we’ve been praying for
To rest at last outside of God’s own front door !
Sometimes I think life has become
A great big wart upon my thumb
At length some things are cumbersome
They knock us down and overcome !
I always thought that I would be
The keeper of my destiny
The heroine who did not flee
From most of life’s adversity.
Well here I am in trouble stuck
With my lifestyle, I’ve learned to duck
And from defeat my fortune pluck
Please help me God, You’re my good luck !
A simple thought occured to me
Our lives are pools of blasphemy
Despite our faith, tis truth we’ll find
That liberty’s on fast rewind
But who is there to make the case
And help us all regain God’s grace ?
I have wept alone but a million tears
And battled with close to a thousand fears
I have argued in vain a hundred ways
And struggled and lost for too many days.
I have wakened often in darkest night
The victim of unreasonable fright
I have said my prayers aloud to my God
And have asked for aid and a gentle prod.
I am sure that He will always be there
Through the bleakest night or a day quite fair
I shall beg His help to carry my load
And to stay with me on this last long road !
There is a garden in the mist
Where hopes and dreams by chance exist
Just close your eyes and be prepared
Perhaps one day you’ll visit there
And if you do, remember me
Say one small prayer in memory !
I hear the sound of marching feet
The drums of war do loudly beat
The peal of bells does emanate
While throngs distressed paticipate.
I hear the sound of ramparts roar
There bides no glory in a war
Mass explosions and missiles flare
While cries of sorrow fill the air.
I hear the sound of shuffling feet
The muted call of last retreat
What good was all this killing for
I pray we go to war no more !
Some paths I know are travel worn
Like roses burdened by much thorn
With fallen limbs along the ground
And shattered hopes scattered around.
The road it twists and turns about
It’s full of fear, consuming doubt
But life has always been this way
Sustaining us from day to day.
It’s two steps forward, one step back
Defend your dreams, repel attack
And keep your eye upon the goal
Pray God will guide your heart and soul !
I cannot see, I cannot think
My life is trembling on the brink
The world about is crass and crude
The masses live in manner rude.
This is not what God meant for us
He gave us visions glorious
Our lives reflect His hopes and joys
With echoes that His grace employs !
It’s a lonesome road that we tread upon
When the day has done and the night moves on
When the sounds of dark are quiet and still
You may hear the call of a whiporwill.
The forest echoes with the hoot of owls
There’s an anguished cry from the earth’s deep bowels
Like the voice of those who have gone before
And wept for the lack of an open door.
Let’s pray for the vision that we all share
The love of our God full of grace and care !
The battlefield’s an ugly place,
Both fear and courage on each face
As terrors of one’s lifetime wait
To learn how each shall meet his fate.
While war is part of history
No generation has been free
And battle scars won’t disappear
Until our Lord does interfere !
Sometimes our lives just melt away
Where have they gone, we cannot say
Tis like a wind across the sands
That garners strength, makes no demands.
One moment here, another there
Perhaps unsafe, sometimes unfair
Oh Lord, please help us day to day
Show us the way we need to pray !
EXCUSE me, have you noticed the motto on Canadian car plates, JE REVIENS ? I was reminded of same as the local ambulance returned me on a bodyboard to a familiar hospital about two months ago. Even the blaring siren did not interrupt my reverie ! Perhaps I was in a state of shock, lying there flat on my back in the middle of Washington Street across from City Hall at lunchtime in 26 degree weather. Imagine that ? I think the cold dulled all sensations ! Due to local construction there was a delay in the arrival of EMS. Between police, medics, onlookers, strangers and new friends, I toughed it out, not easy at 84 ! Thank you Martha for staying with me the entire time, I never saw your face but if we should passagain please tap me on the shoulder and introduce yourself. Well here I am, eyesight recovering and assorted parts of my limbs slowly returning to varying degrees of normalcy thanks to docs, treatments and rehab in that order ! As I was rolled into the ER that day, I saw my retired doctor and longtime friend, Y.Y. Lee, fresh from his condo in Miami visiting the facility’s staff, how great ! We go back almost 40 years, that’s some history ! There was Jennifer, Dan, Genesis, Lena, Vince and Dr. Safran and not one broken bone, a blessing ! For me this has been a time of miracles, thanks to my Pentecostal angels Ralph and Rosie, their congregations and many prayers along with all the others who have kept me in their daily thoughts and deeds ! With kudos to 7th floor rehab, Anna, Missy and the rest. God bless you all. I can still laugh at myself in spite of my frailties ! Sincerely, Claire B.
Blessed Lord Jesus hear my plea
Blessed Lord Jesus watch o’er me
Help me to do the things I must
Help me to live both honest and just.
Grant me strength to follow your way
Grant me peace to value each day
Handle my heart with extra care
Promise me You’ll always be there !
The lonely night envelopes me
In magic arms I cannot flee
While darkness keeps me company
My thoughts are at capacity !
The silence echoes in my room
Invading its pervasive gloom
That wears the dolour of a tomb
Be gone, thou wicked silent doom !
Though life is never always grim
There are those climes some wallow in
When all we are does fade and dim
Our prayer must be, do not give in !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 