Poems that I've written over the years...

Portrait

Water like glass.
The rustle of trees.
A crow in the distance.
A gentle breeze, rippling the waves, and caressing the leaves, as another one floats to its new home on the river; painting a portrait.
Luminous hues cover the banks and some are sprinkled on the water.
Tree toads echo each other amidst the wind. A bright gold canopy lies overhead. An old abandoned shack peers out of the dense distance. A few tiger lilies nod their heads in rest as a warm gentleness fills the air. The broken trees make curious sculptures, crowned with halos of green and gold leaves. The shore is an endless field of red. Bright gold canopies hover around the river bend. A squirrel runs across the tree ahead, pauses to listen to the water, then scampers along his way into the thick unknown. More bends in the river loom ahead and a sharp, cool breeze settles over the scene. The wind picks up a little faster and robs the trees of their gold as the river swallows them up. In the distance, an unknown land rises up, the current of water gives the effect of snow. A brighter place emerges from the shadows as far as you can see. I close my eyes and imagine being in that other place, where the sun's rays feel like God's breath calming the earth. I could lose myself in the color, like God's arms wrapping around me. And the wind in the trees, is God's voice singing us lullabies.
People are like the leaves drifting into the river. The world is the river and for each leaf that falls, it sends ripples to surrounding leaves. Everyone affects each other. When the wind blows, it breaks the waves into smaller ripples in the river of life. The clouds start thickening above as I approach a bright green, open field surrounded by red and gold and a white fence holds it all in, selfishly, for itself.
I often wonder if this is how God's sees earth; a fence holding us all in for Himself...His treasure...His portrait.

Mom

When I look at you,
I see my reflection
And everything good in me,
Comes from your affection.

Whenever I need you,
All I have to do is call.
You've held me up,
And you've never let me fall.

You always come and comfort me,
With your words of love.
You were the one who showed me Jesus.
You're the reason I believe in love.

You gave me the breath of life.
You put light in my soul, and now I see.
You love me more than yourself,
You're everything I would ever want to be.

Thank you for devoting your life
And caring-
Unconditionally.

I Knew

I knew...
I've seen you cry before.
Watched your tears falling,
Saw the pain and suffering, Oh...

But even...As I felt a soft touch from you,
I knew... Quietly,
I tried to make you see, yeah
That this life, isn't right.
Let go and break free...

Time was just not on your side,
I knew...

Then one day,
As you looked in my eyes
All that emptiness inside,
Found the love I have in me...

That love, it flows only for you.
No one else will ever do,
From the beginning of time...I knew.

Paradise Defined

I await your every touch with bated breath.
I drift inside myself at the awe of your innermost beauty.
I wander through your soul, as you lead me, hand in hand.
And I'll live all the rest of my days consumed by your irresistible charm.
....Paradise Defined....
Every breath from your lips, seizes my heart and my soul shudders inside itself.
I gaze beyond your eyes and my heart mournfully cries out to be closer to you.
I long to be the skin that envelops your body, the sanctuary for your soul.
Every word you surrender, leaves me only with faint replies.
The deepening love we share grows stronger every second, and every stolen glance, states the inevitable.
My being quivers and my heart sings blissfully for you.
I long for and desire you...
....My Paradise Defined....

Resurrection

Tears overflowed in their eyes,
The day the Lord was crucified.
A crown of thorns encircled His head.
Carrying His cross all the while He bled.

They nailed Him up on Golgotha's tree,
On a mount called Calvary.
Compassion in His eyes and sorrow in His heart,
He assured His companions they'd never be apart.

Raging winds and pouring rain,
Couldn't begin to wash away His pain.
The Heavens erupted and sighed mournfully,
When He shouted His final, pleading cry for mercy.

Then they took His body, to an empty tomb
And placed a stone in front of the single room.
Three days passed and some women came by,
Who were then startled by an angel of the Lord, where He lie.

The angel shone bright and said, "Do not fear.
Jesus, whom you come for, -has risen; He's not here!
He rose, as He said, come see for yourself.
Go tell His disciples He is alive and well!"

The women, still shaking, didn't know what to do.
They started down the path and guess who they ran into?
It was Jesus, who was alive!
So they fell to their knees and worshiped, prayed and cried.

He said unto them, "Do not be afraid.
For all of your sins, the price has been paid.
Now go tell my brothers to travel to Galilee,
Say I am going ahead of them and there they shall see me."

Jesus met His disciples, just as He'd planned.
There they saw His wounded side and each hand.
Thomas, one of the twelve, was not there at that time.
So when they told him later, "I will not believe it," he denied.

Soon a week had passed and Jesus came to them one eve.
"Thomas," He said, "Look at me; stop doubting and believe."
"My Lord, my God!" he cried.
"I didn't believe when they said you were alive!"

"You only believe because you have seen,
Blessed are those who believe and have not seen."
This is the real reason we celebrate Easter,
Not because of a bunny, but because of a Savior.