Oh how I wish I were a bird
Who mimicked every song he’d heard
It would be such great fun to do
A gift of joy between we two.
We’d sing our tunes each morn to night
From early mass until midnight
These pleasures add to daily life
Though riddled by anger and strife.
Now if our melodies are sweet
Perhaps this anger we’ll defeat
And seek a reason to believe
Our peace with God, we shall achieve !
We must believe that nature’s force
Will have its way and run its course
For we are victims of each storm
But who knows where or in what form ?
I’d like to think the world is round
With changing seasons that abound
Midst mountains that are peaked in snow
And hills that meet with fields below
With every type of plant and leaf
To pique our brain and find relief.
There is one God, He is Supreme
And is the answer to each scheme
No matter what our nature brings
God’s the reason our earth still sings !
Why should I wish that life’s a blast
When any hour could be its last
Why should I dream or try to share
When no one’s left to love or care ?
Why do I hope the time has come
When all our troubles are undone
Why am I sure we’ll all be fine
If we’d but follow God’s design ?
I find it painful down memory lane
And prefer not pass this way again
Wounds of the past are too slow to heal
As all our weaknesses are revealed.
The courage it takes to stand up tall
May be the greatest challenge of all
We must believe God is always there
To cushion our falls and truly care
He leads us through darkness into light
And eases the blindness with His sight !
The earth moves slowly round and round
So still we barely hear the sound
Our world’s comprised of life replete
The waters, an aquatic street.
The airborne throngs do mill around
With destinations to be found
This paradise is incomplete
For without faith there dwells defeat !
I’ve heard the raucous seagulls by the shore
I’ve watched them dive and fish and dive some more
Their noisy bunch increasing by the score.
I’ve been enthralled by their sheer nautic ease
And watched them as they flew o’er stormy seas
Do they fare well in winter’s wind-swept freeze ?
I cannot guess the challenges they face
Or how it is they have survived life’s chase
But sure am I that they have kept apace.
Tis strange that God has chosen all the birds
To echo the full measure of His words,
“That neither sow nor reap”, is not absurd !
When I look back upon my life
As child, daughter, mother or wife
Those things that I remember best
Are those that have withstood time’s test.
The days of childhood now long gone
Which gave us hope to wish upon
All followed by the maiden schemes
To shape one’s life and seek one’s dreams.
Then on one day to find true love,
The hero she’d been thinking of
Thus starts new life and motherhood
The years fly by as all years should.
Now that it’s part of what has passed
The good, bad, strayed or could not last,
Tis sad to think that nothing’s sure
Our God alone holds reason pure !
Sometimes I hear the echoes of
Old days that were consumed with love
When hearts were young and lacked the fears
That follow through life’s troubled years.
Why is it love can’t remain long
Why is it weak or seldom strong
There is a need for all to know
What does one do to make love glow ?
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 !
Oh my beloved Lord, wherefore hast Thou forsaken me
And left me here to weep and sigh for an eternity ?
I’ve often thought I’d like to be
A giant whale who lived asea
Perhaps related to the beast
Who swallowed Jonah as a feast !
Think of the tales I could have heard
Right from an ancient humpback’s word
Oh what stories that I might spin
To shark or cod or small dolphin !
How much fun to splash about
Knowing God gave me my spout
Oh, what a grateful whale I’d be
Thankful He made great use of me !
I’d like to tell you how things were when I was but a child
The values that were taught to us in lessons bold yet mild
Where honesty and fairness and true courage was the way
To learn to love each other and show kindness every day .
Somehow we’ve lost that purpose we can’t seem to get it back
We find ourselves defeated and subjected to attack.
I feel sad for little ones living in this hostile clime
Will they survive tomorrow or through out the rest of time ?
It’s a lonely kind of story in which they have been caught
To never find the glory in the rules that they’ve been taught
It’s a hapless sort of reason that just may see the end
Of a world in its last season unless it learns to bend.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 