No gift can I ever offer
beyond words that are mine
they may touch no other
but I hope somehow they will still shine
beyond my time and long after
in one heart --though just a single line
and my absence would have been sweet and tender
my life would have been richly blessed by what's left behind
Love is the light of the Almighty,
Rising softly in the heart, greeting the soul,
Flowing like a river in the valley of life,
Bringing hope to life amidst despair.
It is present without form, but felt,
Erasing wounds, stringing together hopes,
Uniting souls that were once separated,
In the arms of love that never tires.
......
What is life all about?
Is it just pleasure, is it to scream and shout?
Is it success, that will ultimately burn out?
Or is it about Peace that we must look out?
People are just running in the Life race,
Success, money, pleasure is all they chase.
Most are caught in the misery maze.
Very few are able to live with grace!
......
Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll,
Resounds within, where human depths are found.
A primal cry for change, for lasting peace,
In verse, these longings find their sweet release.
The poet's quill, a blade both sharp and keen,
Transcends mere ink to realms seldom seen.
A healing balm, it tends the wounded heart,
Ignites a spark in souls that seek a start.
......
CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT MANTIS
In one hundred years
I saw a thousand mantises
on this Christmas Eve another
descended unexpected gift
for a northern Lightwave
whilst I stared at singular
Southern sky
......
No gift can I ever offer
beyond words that are mine
they may touch no other
but I hope somehow they will still shine
beyond my time and long after
in one heart --though just a single line
and my absence would have been sweet and tender
my life would have been richly blessed by what's left behind
CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT MANTIS
In one hundred years
I saw a thousand mantises
on this Christmas Eve another
descended unexpected gift
for a northern Lightwave
whilst I stared at singular
Southern sky
......
Love is the light of the Almighty,
Rising softly in the heart, greeting the soul,
Flowing like a river in the valley of life,
Bringing hope to life amidst despair.
It is present without form, but felt,
Erasing wounds, stringing together hopes,
Uniting souls that were once separated,
In the arms of love that never tires.
......
Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll,
Resounds within, where human depths are found.
A primal cry for change, for lasting peace,
In verse, these longings find their sweet release.
The poet's quill, a blade both sharp and keen,
Transcends mere ink to realms seldom seen.
A healing balm, it tends the wounded heart,
Ignites a spark in souls that seek a start.
......
What is life all about?
Is it just pleasure, is it to scream and shout?
Is it success, that will ultimately burn out?
Or is it about Peace that we must look out?
People are just running in the Life race,
Success, money, pleasure is all they chase.
Most are caught in the misery maze.
Very few are able to live with grace!
......