SPRINGTIME
by Laura Pann
I bid farewell to the Winter's gloom with a smile upon my face.
It matters not that I have greeted this season so many times before,
Still it thrills my soul to stand and witness nature's rebirth once more.
I marvel at the frigid winds turned into a gentle breeze,
At barren ground sending forth plantlife and buds blooming in the trees.
I breath in the smell of earth and air cleansed by raindrops freshly fallen,
While birdsongs serranade my ears, my skin is touched by sunshine golden.
So glad am I to be here my heart rises from it's secret place
To thank God for His Creation renewed by Springtime's grace.
Someone Else Lives There
by Laura Pann
I pass by the house that you once lived in,
To steal a brief glance then go hurriedly on.
I am drawn to the memories of love freely given,
And I must visit the ghosts of those who are gone.
The echoes of voices resound in my mind,
And the shadows of welcoming figures I see.
Life has moved on, but here I can stop in time,
When I pass by the house where you used to be.
I allow my heart the reward of summoning the scene,
Of children at play and a family gathered to share.
In an instant they appear and it's such a sweet dream,
Alive again,even though someone else lives there.
Autumn
by Laura Pann 10/2000
The peachtree drops it's blades of green upon the earth still warm
Preceeding plum and apple the first to stand baren and forlorn.
Mums bloom in yellow, gold and brown in the chilled air at dawn,
Crisp breezes blow whirlwinds of colored leaves across the lawn.
The birds that fly away will leave their nests in maples growing bare,
And V-shaped rows of honking geese shall pierce the autumn air.
Oak and elm shall follow suit, with bush and shrub behind,
All know when nature's rest has come as seasons mark the time.
Evergreens look in at the space they surround as if standing gaurd,
They know that soon their job will be to shield their little yard.
For strong winds of winter follow behind these autumn days so cold
And soon a blanket of white shall fall that the evergreens will hold.
Winter birds shall hide within the branches bent with snow
Small creatures will sleep borrowed beneath the soil below.
Soon comes the long frigid days of silent white surround
When ice and snow and the winds of winter shall abound.
The Legend of the Raindrop
by Michael D. Harmon
Permission granted by his Brother
The legend of the raindrop has a lesson for us all
As it trembled in the heavens questioning whether it should fall
For the glistening raindrop argued to the genie of the sky,
"I am beautiful and lovely as I sparkle here on high,
And hanging here I will become part of the rainbow's hue
And I'll shimmer like a diamond for all the world to view."
But the genie told the raindrop, "Do not hesitate to go,
For you will be more beautiful if you fall to earth below,
For you will sink into the soil and be lost a while from sight,
But when you reappear on earth, you'll be looked on with delight;
For you will be the raindrop that quenched the thirsty ground
And helped the lovely flowers to blossom all around,
And in your resurrection you'll appear in queenly clothes
With the beauty of the lily and the fragrance of the rose;
Then when you wilt and wither, you'll become part of the earth
And make the soil more fertile and give new flowers birth."
For there is nothing ever lost or eternally neglected,
For everything God ever made is always resurrected;
So trust God's all-wise wisdom and doubt the Father never,
For in His heavenly kingdom there is nothing lost forever.
Midnight Hymn Anonymous (Found in a chest, in an English Cottage.)
In the mid silence of the voiceless night,
When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee,
Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek,
O God, but Thee?
And if there be a weight upon my breast,
Some vague impression of the day foregone,
Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to Thee,
And lay it down.
Or if it be the heaviness that comes
In token of anticipated ill,
My bosom takes no heed of what it is,
Since 'tis Thy will.
For oh, in spite of past and present care,
Or anything beside, how joyfully
Passes that silent, solitary hour,
My God, with Thee.
More tranquil than the stillness of the night,
More peaceful than the silence of that hour,
More blest than any thing, my spirit lies
Beneath Thy power.
For what is there on earth that I desire
Of all that it can give or take from me,
Or whom in heaven doth my spirit seek.
Oh God, but Thee.
When God Comes Closest
by Michael D. Harmon
Permission granted by his Brother
Nature's greatest forces
Are found in quiet things,
Like softly falling snowflakes
Drifting down on angels' wings,
Or petals dropping soundlessly
From a lovely, full-bloomed rose,
So God comes closest to us
When our souls are in repose...
So let us plan with prayerful care
To always allocate
A certian portion of each day
To be still and meditate...
For when everything is quiet
And we're lost in meditation,
Our soul is then preparing
For a deeper dedication
That will make it wholly possible
To quietly endure
The violent world around us,
For in God we are secure.
FOOTNOTE: Michael David Harmon is deceased. I met his brother in a chatroom.
And after he visited my homepage at WBS net, he saw my interest in poetry and
told me of Michael's poems. He has granted me permission to share them with you.
The Inward Witness Of God
Anonymous. 1873
"Where is your God?" they say:
Answer them, Lord most Holy!
Reveal They secret way
Of visiting the lowly:
Not wrapped in moving cloud,
Or nightly-resting fire;
But veiled within the shroud
Of silent high desire.
Come not in flashing storm,
Or bursting frown of thunder:
Come in the viewless form
Of wakening love and wonder;--
Of duty grown divine,
The restless spirit, still;
Of sorrows taught to shine,
As shadows of Thy will.
O God! the pure alone,--
E'en in their deep confessing,--
Can see Thee as their own,
And find the perfect blessing:
Yet to each waiting soul
Speak in Thy still small voice,
Till broken love's made whole,
And saddened hearts rejoice.
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I pass by the house that you once lived in,
To steal a brief glance then go hurriedly on.
I am drawn to the memories of love freely given,
And I must visit the ghosts of those who are gone.
The echoes of voices resound in my mind,
And the shadows of welcoming figures I see.
Life has moved on, but here I can stop in time,
When I pass by the house where you used to be.
I allow my heart the reward of summoning the scene,
Of children at play and a family gathered to share.
In an instant they appear and it's such a sweet dream,
Alive again,even though someone else lives there.
by Laura Pann 10/2000
The peachtree drops it's blades of green upon the earth still warm
Preceeding plum and apple the first to stand baren and forlorn.
Mums bloom in yellow, gold and brown in the chilled air at dawn,
Crisp breezes blow whirlwinds of colored leaves across the lawn.
The birds that fly away will leave their nests in maples growing bare,
And V-shaped rows of honking geese shall pierce the autumn air.
Oak and elm shall follow suit, with bush and shrub behind,
All know when nature's rest has come as seasons mark the time.
Evergreens look in at the space they surround as if standing gaurd,
They know that soon their job will be to shield their little yard.
For strong winds of winter follow behind these autumn days so cold
And soon a blanket of white shall fall that the evergreens will hold.
Winter birds shall hide within the branches bent with snow
Small creatures will sleep borrowed beneath the soil below.
Soon comes the long frigid days of silent white surround
When ice and snow and the winds of winter shall abound.
The Legend of the Raindrop
by Michael D. Harmon
Permission granted by his Brother
The legend of the raindrop has a lesson for us all
As it trembled in the heavens questioning whether it should fall
For the glistening raindrop argued to the genie of the sky,
"I am beautiful and lovely as I sparkle here on high,
And hanging here I will become part of the rainbow's hue
And I'll shimmer like a diamond for all the world to view."
But the genie told the raindrop, "Do not hesitate to go,
For you will be more beautiful if you fall to earth below,
For you will sink into the soil and be lost a while from sight,
But when you reappear on earth, you'll be looked on with delight;
For you will be the raindrop that quenched the thirsty ground
And helped the lovely flowers to blossom all around,
And in your resurrection you'll appear in queenly clothes
With the beauty of the lily and the fragrance of the rose;
Then when you wilt and wither, you'll become part of the earth
And make the soil more fertile and give new flowers birth."
For there is nothing ever lost or eternally neglected,
For everything God ever made is always resurrected;
So trust God's all-wise wisdom and doubt the Father never,
For in His heavenly kingdom there is nothing lost forever.
Midnight Hymn Anonymous (Found in a chest, in an English Cottage.)
In the mid silence of the voiceless night,
When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee,
Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek,
O God, but Thee?
And if there be a weight upon my breast,
Some vague impression of the day foregone,
Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to Thee,
And lay it down.
Or if it be the heaviness that comes
In token of anticipated ill,
My bosom takes no heed of what it is,
Since 'tis Thy will.
For oh, in spite of past and present care,
Or anything beside, how joyfully
Passes that silent, solitary hour,
My God, with Thee.
More tranquil than the stillness of the night,
More peaceful than the silence of that hour,
More blest than any thing, my spirit lies
Beneath Thy power.
For what is there on earth that I desire
Of all that it can give or take from me,
Or whom in heaven doth my spirit seek.
Oh God, but Thee.
When God Comes Closest
by Michael D. Harmon
Permission granted by his Brother
Nature's greatest forces
Are found in quiet things,
Like softly falling snowflakes
Drifting down on angels' wings,
Or petals dropping soundlessly
From a lovely, full-bloomed rose,
So God comes closest to us
When our souls are in repose...
So let us plan with prayerful care
To always allocate
A certian portion of each day
To be still and meditate...
For when everything is quiet
And we're lost in meditation,
Our soul is then preparing
For a deeper dedication
That will make it wholly possible
To quietly endure
The violent world around us,
For in God we are secure.
FOOTNOTE: Michael David Harmon is deceased. I met his brother in a chatroom.
And after he visited my homepage at WBS net, he saw my interest in poetry and
told me of Michael's poems. He has granted me permission to share them with you.
The Inward Witness Of God
Anonymous. 1873
"Where is your God?" they say:
Answer them, Lord most Holy!
Reveal They secret way
Of visiting the lowly:
Not wrapped in moving cloud,
Or nightly-resting fire;
But veiled within the shroud
Of silent high desire.
Come not in flashing storm,
Or bursting frown of thunder:
Come in the viewless form
Of wakening love and wonder;--
Of duty grown divine,
The restless spirit, still;
Of sorrows taught to shine,
As shadows of Thy will.
O God! the pure alone,--
E'en in their deep confessing,--
Can see Thee as their own,
And find the perfect blessing:
Yet to each waiting soul
Speak in Thy still small voice,
Till broken love's made whole,
And saddened hearts rejoice.
Home Page
Forward
Back
by Michael D. Harmon
Permission granted by his Brother
The legend of the raindrop has a lesson for us all
As it trembled in the heavens questioning whether it should fall
For the glistening raindrop argued to the genie of the sky,
"I am beautiful and lovely as I sparkle here on high,
And hanging here I will become part of the rainbow's hue
And I'll shimmer like a diamond for all the world to view."
But the genie told the raindrop, "Do not hesitate to go,
For you will be more beautiful if you fall to earth below,
For you will sink into the soil and be lost a while from sight,
But when you reappear on earth, you'll be looked on with delight;
For you will be the raindrop that quenched the thirsty ground
And helped the lovely flowers to blossom all around,
And in your resurrection you'll appear in queenly clothes
With the beauty of the lily and the fragrance of the rose;
Then when you wilt and wither, you'll become part of the earth
And make the soil more fertile and give new flowers birth."
For there is nothing ever lost or eternally neglected,
For everything God ever made is always resurrected;
So trust God's all-wise wisdom and doubt the Father never,
For in His heavenly kingdom there is nothing lost forever.
Anonymous (Found in a chest, in an English Cottage.)
When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee,
Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek,
O God, but Thee?
And if there be a weight upon my breast,
Some vague impression of the day foregone,
Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to Thee,
And lay it down.
Or if it be the heaviness that comes
In token of anticipated ill,
My bosom takes no heed of what it is,
Since 'tis Thy will.
For oh, in spite of past and present care,
Or anything beside, how joyfully
Passes that silent, solitary hour,
My God, with Thee.
More tranquil than the stillness of the night,
More peaceful than the silence of that hour,
More blest than any thing, my spirit lies
Beneath Thy power.
For what is there on earth that I desire
Of all that it can give or take from me,
Or whom in heaven doth my spirit seek.
Oh God, but Thee.
by Michael D. Harmon
Permission granted by his Brother
Are found in quiet things,
Like softly falling snowflakes
Drifting down on angels' wings,
Or petals dropping soundlessly
From a lovely, full-bloomed rose,
So God comes closest to us
When our souls are in repose...
So let us plan with prayerful care
To always allocate
A certian portion of each day
To be still and meditate...
For when everything is quiet
And we're lost in meditation,
Our soul is then preparing
For a deeper dedication
That will make it wholly possible
To quietly endure
The violent world around us,
For in God we are secure.
FOOTNOTE: Michael David Harmon is deceased. I met his brother in a chatroom.
And after he visited my homepage at WBS net, he saw my interest in poetry and
told me of Michael's poems. He has granted me permission to share them with you.
Anonymous. 1873
Answer them, Lord most Holy!
Reveal They secret way
Of visiting the lowly:
Not wrapped in moving cloud,
Or nightly-resting fire;
But veiled within the shroud
Of silent high desire.
Come not in flashing storm,
Or bursting frown of thunder:
Come in the viewless form
Of wakening love and wonder;--
Of duty grown divine,
The restless spirit, still;
Of sorrows taught to shine,
As shadows of Thy will.
O God! the pure alone,--
E'en in their deep confessing,--
Can see Thee as their own,
And find the perfect blessing:
Yet to each waiting soul
Speak in Thy still small voice,
Till broken love's made whole,
And saddened hearts rejoice.