Have you thought at all about the clouds
As they spread too wide across the sky
And wondered where have they been before
In that giant highway up so high?
Tell me may I join your entourage
Shining bright and white with glory’s glow
Following your celestial path
Will I see or can I get to know?
Far and wide just freely floating there
As they wend their way within my view
Overhead the image grows with hope
I shall spy the sun come peeking through !
I am consumed with a wonderment of God’s world
Its untold secrets hid, its banners left unfurled
The promise of its vision clear now soon to come
Not by the will of man or beast to welcome some
With open heart, love of God and uncluttered mind,
The courage to accept the treasure we may find
No sacrifice can be too large to comprehend
The great beauty we shall know at our journey’s end.
I guess that life may be a mix of good and bad
A challenge of courage with outcome sometimes sad,
While thinking about it in modest simple ways
Let’s pray that we should learn to balance all our days
With care and moderation, cautious as we try
Beware of foolish aims that scheme to reach too high.
We do not wish to fail the last and final test
For in the end who dreams to be just second best?
Keep to the path you’ve chosen and follow ev’ry rule
Abide by all you trust and use each proper tool.
Near to the end be wise, accepting each new role
And thank those stars above you’ve earned your earthly goal.
SEEMS THIS PIECE GOT LOST ALONG THE WAY, ANYONE ?
We need to be reminded that God’s love is always there
Along some darkened corridor or up a lonely stair
Or else where on the precipice beyond all cautions call,
How can His help be summoned to protect us from a fall,
It’s with our faith and true repentance and His loving care
That we beg our steadfast God that His angels will be there !
I’ve loved you God since I was small
Because my Nana told me so.
I loved you when I grew quite tall
And heard the stories I now know.
Because she said you did it all
With kindness and a loving heart
And meant the world to heed your call
To love each other from the start.
I wish I’d learned how not to stall
I’ve tried to follow where you go
The path is long most seem to fall
I know, my Nana told me so.
I stand upon some mountain’s peak
To gather words with which I’ll speak,
Inform the world that I have learned
What wisdom bought and patience earned.
Too oft I’ve seen and much too late
That human love is laced with hate
And chiding words while meaning well
Through futile waste and time dispel
An arrow that lays deeply bound
Into the breast that it has found.
And so it is that as I strayed
I heard the ache of those who preyed,
I saw the grief of those who need
Much loving care and special heed.
I turned away and tip-toed passed
My pulse beat loud, my breath came fast
I bowed my head with hidden shame
And damned the cause for which I came
Such weariness within my soul
One endless search for self-control.
Am I not bold to travel on
To seek this myth of Avalon?
There’s a single moment that I, at times regret
That’s now become a tarnished fragment of my life
In which I may remember or by chance forget
That somewhere in the past I was another’s wife.
I had another future, knew another dream
With passions I recall seen only in the mist
Like visions in the clouds or ripples in the stream
By chance to recollect some long forgotten kiss.
It lingers in my mind, I cannot tell the why
The sadness of it all, it only comes in waves
It cowers in the dark and will not bid goodbye,
Then follows like a thief into our hidden graves.
Today I looked out o’er my roof and reached into the skies
And wonderment consumed my mind ere I did realize.
“ Why spring is coming soon” I thought, my mind became alive,
I sent a little prayer to God my garden would survive.
Sometimes I think that I react too swiftly and too soon
Yet all the seeds that earth has hid are readying to bloom.
My garden spreads much happiness where calm and peace abide
And if the world’s in deep turmoil, I’m safe and sure inside.
Now soon the bulbs will sprout again and showtime will arrive
And aims that went to sleep last year will somehow be revived.
Last night I shivered in the cold and thought what dark provides
A resting space, a quiet place, a niche where challenge hides.
The healing need for body sore or tired limbs implore
When all of life’s complexities by choice I may ignore.
And as I pass my time this way no creature will I mar
I simply wish to join God’s host that waits upon His star.
While here and there some snow remains reminding me of pain
The dripping ice above the wall vows warmth will come again.
Should I awake this way once more and wonder what I am
I will remember that each day has purpose and a plan
And while my life continues this timeless hope I knew
To be a part and follow in His countless retinue.
Thou mournful moon that shines so distant clear with innocence,
Belies a history that cradled weeds of decadence
Yet glows with ancient tales of lords and kings and mighty things,
An eloquence which speaks through space and time forbearance brings
And moves the mind to dwell on deeds and wisdom circumspect,
Now seeing not believing, this strange power shall wills direct.
Night sister to the sun, the sailor’s tool that bares the soul
Though man may probe this parent to the tides exceeds control.
Thus mighty force indulging man’s wildest inclination
Give credence to a thought that consumes with dedication,
And here one learns through willful ignorance to tine the test,
That orb which swells with deep intensity, observes the rest,
Abounds with manifold myths and legends no time destroys
And in its strength doth twist and blend both countless tears and joys.
I don’t know what you are thinking
And if it affects my life
Only God knows where your heart is
If it’s filled with peace or strife.
I can pray that you’ll remember
To uplift and aid the weak
Most are the Lord’s helpless children
Lacking voice to beg or speak.
In this life we are mistaken
To believe we’re all alone
No one knows our destination
Is the path of grass or stone?
I can wait another lifetime
Hoping soon to find release
In pursuit of God and wisdom
Seeking His eternal peace.
I’m mesmerized by falling rain
It splatters on my window pane
And sings a tune I need to hear
It sounds like music on my ear,
It means my garden now can thrive
And soon God’s blessings will arrive.
You cannot know the joy I feel
Or how much ache this show will heal,
The beauty that a garden brings
With scented breath on fragile wings,
In truth this vision states somehow
God loves me, thats enough for now!
A wretched mass we lonely be
We draw our lots of destiny
And fearful though our days may seem
We’ll not forsake the growing dream
That time has furrowed on our brow
And hope can only but allow
To breathe and swell within our soul
And make it seem but one more goal
For man to grasp the will to live
And every moment courage give.
The wind blows wild across the plain
Another soul to seek acclaim
Like shipwrecks shoaled on foreign shore
Their voices raised, God’s grace implore.
As trees their arms do upward sway
The whole world kneels , her prayer to say
Where ancient Moorish castles rise
Their towers reaching for the skies.
This prayer of man that heaven sent
Begs only for his heart’s content,
Bold edifice of legendry
Now stirs the soul to poetry
And wills the weak to stronger be
And make fast friends of you and me.
I’d gather up the courage to stand so very tall
And pray that God would be there to catch me if I fall,
And if I can’t remember exactly every word
I’m sure that He will see my unspoken thoughts are heard.
Can it be that our dreams
are but the musings of angels
softly whispered whilst we sleep?
Who is there upon my window sill?
What is your need or your will?
Who’s that tapping on my pane ?
Have you come to call again?
Do you wish to enter in ?
Or to share my space herein?
Oh little one as you think
And tremble there on the brink
I cannot do what you wish
Since we share a varied dish.
Will you rest upon my sill
And chirp your song as you will
Can you stay and live with me?
It’s your nature to be free.
Oh small creature once again
Tapping there upon my pane
I can pray that you may stay
I beg please don’t fly away.
Oh little bird of swift flight
Keep love in your patient sight,
Winter winds will too soon come
With hoar’d breath and lack of sun
Keep my heart and mind alive
We may both with care survive.
There’s the tap upon my glass
Tell me what it is you ask
Can it be that we both know
Secrets great that must not show.
I won’t beg you to delay
Will you come another day?
Perhaps show me how to live
Teaching me what I must give
By courage and moral stand
To comprehend God’s vast plan,
Make me glad to be alive
With His help we shall survive.
These memories that from our youth still cling
To values old that hope and trust will bring
Into this world since truth has lost its place
With no good choice to fill the empty space.
A valued thought by chance may come to mind
To help employ the wisdom we shall find
And question why our world has lost its way
Amid the toxins of the present day.
As men reject their past identity
In this sad world of such dishonesty
And leave us here to ponder why they do,
We lose our faith their words or deeds ring true!
I believe that the wind is the spirit of God
That carries on its gentle breath a hymn that sings
A song of joy, caressing vibrant hill and sod
To bring us light and bless His smallest happenings.
Of all the chains the years have forged I’ve born with charity
One timeless and external torch can light no way for me
And darkens still this foolish path that will not set me free,
Igniting every shallow thought that clouds my destiny.
There is a time that shall impound
The freedom once that I had found
Which must with force my life surround
Until that day my breath’s unbound.
While madness round me all about pursues a course that’s weak
There is no simple answer to the honest end I seek,
Foolish aims that restless be have no mind nor tongue to speak
And bind my heart to olden dreams with courage often meek.
Brief chance has come and too soon passed
To rend my days with currents fast
Faith binds my hopes with vision vast,
Time leads my sight to grace at last.
Oft I have heard a stranger say
That home is but a mile away,
And oft I’ve heard a comic say
That laughter’s but a smile away.
Oft I have heard a suitor say
That love is but a kiss away
And oft I’ve heard the preacher say
That God is just a prayer away.
Oft have I heard the wounded say
That help is but a cry away
And oft I’ve heard a soldier say
Peace is just one battle away.
Oft have I heard an artist say
Achievement’s just a task away
And oft I’ve heard the dying say
Salvation’s but a breath away.
Oft have I heard my own heart say
Tomorrow’s but a day away,
More oft I’ve heard a wiseman say
The truth is but a lie away.
Yellow eye in a crown of white
Boldly laughs as the day dawns bright.
Daisies wild in a garden grow
With petals soft as the drifted snow.
See how they bob in morning’s breeze
Nodding greetings to whom they please.
“ Hi there bee, have a busy day
Kindly be silent brash bluejay!”
A jolly bunch these daisies be
Who’d want for grander company?
The world might much improve itself
If man would seek a diff’rent wealth.
Among the blooms there’s never heard
A lying tongue or unkind word.
In all the fields where daisies breed
There’s always room for one more seed.
Somehow they thrive without complaint
Hardy species bright pictures paint
And gift mankind with brief respite
Indulge his rest with sheer delight.
Boundless joy mute blossoms shower
I’m sure God dwells in each flower.
I’d like to think that heaven’s plowed
With daisies glowing on each cloud.
I thought I saw the budding trees all sprout anew
I dreamt I touched each summer bloom all spread with dew,
And yet today I walked about and lonesome felt
An autumn breeze with chilling breath where sunbeams knelt.
Too fast these days have flickered by, the time has come
For lusty wind that plays beneath the winter sun.
Where then have these precious hours flown in vapid haste
To leave behind the faded hope a fool may waste?
Seems life’s composed of moments falling, one on one,
Like threads of gold into a lasting mem’ry spun
In sequence, weaving wisdom’s waning tragic spell
Of laughing tears and weeping smiles which credence tell.
These seasons constant changing that each flower knows
Are cycles in the life of man that patience grows.
Yesterday, a leaf fell from my favorite tree,
In silence, all alone, I watched it slip and slide,
Turning somersaults, drifting, so melodically,
Graceful, with nought other passage than downward glide.
For one fleet second, thoughts of revolution grew
And cast themselves across the windows of my mind,
Where fragments of one’s journey weigh for times,untrue,
Inciting spasms of questing doubt, life doth blind.
We are, each soul of us, mediocre in our way,
Endowed with talents born long ago, yesterday.
Skills that we erringly believe to be unique
Consume other needs, while that special praise we seek.
Observed through private mirrors which the mind collects.
And colored by the ego that our pride reflects,
Images, much gilded by vision clouded, seen,
And silvered by the hope that we are as we dream.
Mankind, foolish, now wanting, thinking what will be,
Wastes his days midst effort veiled by futility.
That cycle, which in youth, had its first beginning,
Will end in age, with neither losing or winning.
Look up, look up, into the misting sky
And wistful, dreaming of the years gone by
For truth, and seeming as they never were
Provoking thoughts that heart and mind concur.
In life not even flowers linger long
And to the wind both stem and leaf belong
While bird and nest, too soon part company,
And thus with many leave only memory.
Unholy din to clamor in this sphere
Mark man and beast with recollection clear,
Like bookmarks in a span of life concern
Within orb, lasting memory discern.
Dusting shelves laden with rejected dreams,
A thankless task wasted as it now seems
That memory which has been tucked away
Till such a time perhaps as is this day.
Like one’s closed book of golden memory
Which only grasps the edge of destiny,
So thumb again the pages stained and worn,
Oft empty sheets both tired and torn.
A little knowledge with self-reflected view
Consuming hopes, for time that rings untrue,
Reason spurn Herculean endeavor
In assuming nothing lasts forever.
Leave wanting for the final recompense
And wishful hoping as the last defense,
At best that memory, if so inclined
Will flicker once or twice, across the mind.
At mornings there are times when I
Upon my couch, rejected lie,
And ponder o’er the many schemes
That filled my days and were my dreams.
I spied a bird that paused in flight,
He battled not with conscience‘ might.
I climbed a tree that was so tall
And cried because my aims were small.
I heard a song that had no tune
And wished upon some waning moon
To be a bird and restless fly
Against God’s canvas of the sky.
There, seek to find another day
Or mayhaps learn the better way
To fill my life with keener zest,
Perform great deeds before my rest.
I will to you this last reply
To neither question nor deny
That days of man are wasted spent
To wonder where his lifetime went,
Whereas each bird doth leave behind
Abundant seed the rain will find.
Fearful and crushed are those saddened lives
Whose trembling hope pale agony survives
While those I know I cannot change or cure
Must forge their path along some way secure.
I find my life’s been challenged by the lights
And winnowed by the shades of shallow nights
Nights spent alone there wrapt in reverie
Midst lights of wisdom, shades of destiny.
Regarding this I pray my faith’s been sealed
Since many a lost promise has been healed.
While I may grasp this chance of happiness
And conquer all the woes which bar success
I find myself adrift upon a sea
Of senseless waste and hapless energy.
I’m weary of the endless battle now
I long for rest to garner strength somehow
And pray that God will shelter me once more
Ere I shall haste to latch one final door.
Help me Lord, to understand life’s complexity
Teach me world, to use my mind with dexterity
Lead me faith, to courage tempered with tolerance,
Heal me time, with slow patience born of forbearance
Guide me truth, to wisdom laced with curiosity
Show me wonder, how to feel with deep intensity,
Guard me love, from anger displayed with impudence
Force me heart, to exhibit love shared with prudence.
Oftimes when I am lying at my ease
Upon some chaise as quiet as you please
Along the sandy shore that comforts me
With warming winds beside the restless sea
I contemplate the peace that aging brings
While bearing wisdom on its learned wings.
Asleep beneath the stars and moon above
Under the spell of some enduring love
And there the beauty that I sought and knew
Still shimmered and spun the whole night through
While God Himself seemed to smile on us all
By spreading His blessings both large and small.
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 