Roses: A Rose Says I Love You

A sound sleep,

A sudden awakening,

As if from a dream;

One spoken word,

"Rose."

A plaintiff cry

Resounding,

As if from a far distant horizon;

A lonely man's voice,

Crying out to his love;

Echoing,

Re-echoing his pain,

The word,

Carried on the wings of the spirit;

The winds of his thought

Still blowing

Across the vast waters

Of time's tempest and torment;

A fragile, fleeting dream

Soon dissipating

With the dawn;

A single word,

The picture of a rose,

Forever imprinted

Upon a day's page of life;

Soon etched into memory

And locked into eternity's realm

Love remembered;

Not to be forgotten.

A rose says,

"I love you,

From the bottom of my heart;"

Do not cry

For the eternal rose;

It still lives.

Have you envisioned the eternal rose?

Forever: A Forever Moment

For everyone,

There is a forever moment

Called sometime,

We just never know

When or where

That moment is going to be.

A forever moment

May also be called

Love,

So maybe,

Right now,

Wherever you are,

Is your forever moment?

Perhaps it will just be sometime;

Regardless, it is yours,

So treasure it.

Have you experienced a forever moment?

Does True Love Exist? Love 2010 AD

Love 2010 AD

The Plains of Abraham are still under siege;

The battle rages on, seemingly forever.

Many lives are needlessly lost every day.

War, but at what cost to humankind?

Natural and spiritual warfare;

Does true love exist?

God has already won the war.

"God is Love."

Again, does true love exist?

Yes, perhaps we are seeing the final vestiges of war.

Love reigns supreme in the year 2010 AD.

God alone is true love.

The Seasons of Love: Love Pitters; Love Patters

Love pitters;

Love patters,

Like rain drops

Falling down,

Watering the parched soil

Of the earth's desert lands

Where there is little rain

And wells often run dry.

Hatred, not love,

Appears to reign,

But it only lasts for a time.

Love always wins in its season.

Such are the seasons of love.

What are the two seasons of love? 

Creativity: The Love Poet's Creativity

The love poet pens his sweet words about love.

Who knows where they come from? His heart? God above?

The source does not matter, but what the words say

Can lead to a blessing in someone's new day.

The love poet's gift is that poets can hear

The words, thoughts and feelings that others may fear.

He plays with his words, sometimes wrestles in vain,

To fully express what he knows is man's pain.

The love poet e'er has his own unique art

And words that express what he feels in his heart.

His thoughts pouring forth through a tool, yes, his pen;

The poet employs them again and again.

So tragic, the world may not e'en understand

That love rules the world in each part of the land.

The love poet's words, others may not perceive.

The words he would write, they may never believe.

The love poet's work will continue o'er time.

Sometimes, but not always, it's written in rhyme.

The poet, in silence, his gift does not shirk,

Alone comprehending the worth of his work.

So blessed the love poet, the person who knows,

That each love seed planted is one that soon grows.

One day, someone harvests the fruit he has sown,

Love seeds he has planted, well tended and grown.

The poet forgotten, words lost or soon gone,

Yet sometimes they surface again with new dawn.

Horizon extended that offers new light,

Can bring to the whole world a unique delight.      

The love poet alone may comprehend the worth of his work

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I Love You: Just One More Way to Say I Love You

I love you,
The most powerful statement in the world,
Echoed and re-echoed
Throughout the globe.
In every race, creed and culture,
I love you,
Spoken and unspoken,
Understood and not understood.

I love you,
Penned in every possible language
By love poets from all around the world.
Valentine's Day,
With all of its love poetry,
Just one more way to say,
I love you.  

How do you say I love you? 

Love and Faith: Walk on the Water

Walk on the water? How can that be?

It seems an impossibility,

And yet, there are those who see man do,

What seems impossible to you.

The doubting man oft sinks right in

The depths of hell, falls into sin;

Believing man will rise above

The water's depths and walk in love.

Faith e'er remains a mystery.

Hold to your faith; always be free.

Can you walk on water?

Life and Love: Life and Love Walk Hand in Hand

Yes, life and love walk hand in hand

And one might ask, what's in command?

 Is it e'er life, or is it love?

As truly sent from God above?

Is it e'er love, or is it life?

Can they exist in peace, not strife?

Where there is life, there too is love,

Oft sent to us just like a dove.

Where there is love, there too is life.

Peace reigns supreme for man and wife.

Contentment, joy, the Master's plan,

It has been there since time began.

Exist in peace? Yes, we can see

A word of hope to keep man free.

There is always hope.

Champions: Love Always Wins

Love always wins; we may not see
What we oft call the victory.
If we persist and cling to love
God intervenes from up above,

And when He does, we always know
True victory He soon will show. 
At times we have to wait; it's true.
There may be things we want to do,

To bring the victory about,
Like yell and scream, or simply shout,
But waiting on the Lord, His way,
Reveals the victory of the day.

Love's victory is e'er our dream,
And yes, part of  God's master scheme.
Champions appear; we realize,
They're everywhere beneath our skies.

Met any champions lately?

The Rules of Love: Love Thunders

Love thunders endlessly,

In the silent recesses of time and space.

Love's thunder continually,

Echoing and re-echoing,

Throughout the human realm,

Consciously, or unconsciously

Recorded by man

During the course of history.

Love's thunder reverberates

Inside eternity's realm,

In time too, as we know it;

Love's heart beating,

Like a sorrowful, aching heart,

Or a tremendously powerful, pounding heart;

Love's gentle thunder

Creates a never-ending,

Passionate, human romance,

Yet, there is always the relentless,

Pulsating sound

Of the divine heart beating,

One that cannot be fully heard

Or comprehended in total,

Much less contained by its maker.

Inevitably, love's perpetual thunder

Must finally give way

To its own, unique, expansive energy,

Explode like dynamite,

Burst out of its divine shell,

As it is predestined

To scatter its precious seeds,

That are miraculously transformed

Into human thoughts, words and deeds;

Love's thunder invariably leading to human action,

A visible manifestation of its own, pure self.

Capturing love's unique perfection,

The endless task of humankind;

A seemingly, impossible task.

It seems a responsibility far too large,

Too evasive and mysterious

For man to engage in,

And yet, love's thunder speaks plainly,

Enticing, invariably capturing man's inner ear,

His innate desires

And finally, his longing heart.

Love's perpetual thunder

Presents a unique challenge to all humankind;

The full epiphany of love's thunder

Forever waiting to be explored by man.

Listen closely and you will hear it too.

     

Can you hear love’s thunder?

Rejection: The Inn of No Return

The inn of no return

Now stands empty.

What once was,

Is no more.

There's no frolicking, no laughter,

No feast of utter delight,

No music, no singing,

No people sharing their joys and sorrows,

No inn keeper at the door.

Locked doors, windows barred,

Dust and cobwebs of mystical merit,

Hovering and blowing in the breeze.

"There was no room at the inn,"

It was said by some.

It is now merely an inn of no return.

Love was given birth, 

Somewhere else.

Who was rejected?

A Treasure Chest: Nuggets of Gold

Nuggets of gold are everywhere,

Nuggets of gold beyond compare.

There's lots for you, even more to share.

Look all around. You will find them there.

Nuggets of gold you may not see.

Nuggets of gold so oft are free,

Are found while sharing a cup of tea,

Speaking to one with whom you'd be.

Nuggets of gold are great and small.

Nuggets of gold are there for all.

They can be found spring, summer or fall,

Even in winter. Just answer that call.

Nuggets of gold are filled with love;

Nuggets of gold from God up above,

Often descending just like a dove.

Hold out your hand or put on that glove.

Nuggets of gold are waiting for you,

Nuggets of gold in what ever you do.

Fill your treasure chest with gold that is true,

Word, thought or deed, nuggets brand new.  

Would you recognize a nugget of gold?

Death and Beyond: All Nature is Complying

Even the sky is crying,
Crying in the wind.
The clouds are letting loose their fears,
Erupting forth with all their tears;
The trees are gently sighing.
All nature is complying.
There's one whose love's done dying.  

God’s love lives on. 

Chaos: Love Brings Order Not Chaos to Our Lives

Love, by its very nature,

Brings order, not chaos to our lives,

But all around us, all over the entire world,

Repeated outbreaks of chaos occur,

Coupled with dis-order and confusion. 

Is this really a question of order versus non-order?

Can it be as simple as black and white?

Why is there chaos versus non-chaos?

Why do we experience confusion and non-confusion?

Is there a higher Order that we do not comprehend?

"God is love,"

Not a god of non-love.

Love is but one expression of God's divine nature.

Nature itself created by God,

Is ordered, not chaotic,

Manifest repeatedly,

With millions of orderly expressions of nature,

Always revealing the presence of divine order.

Human beings can choose at least to some extent,

Order or non-order for their lives,

Chaos or non-chaos,

Confusion or non-confusion.

Should we be afraid of chaos?

"God has not given to us

A spirit of fear,

But of power and of love

And of a sound mind."

His Power conveys His divine love to us;

We can rise above fear,

Beyond the realm of chaos,

Beyond confusion,

Beyond dis-order or non-order.

Claim order in your life!

Claim it for others too,

In Jesus' name. 

Love brings order,

Not chaos to our lives.

We can have order in our lives. 

Sunday: A Sabbath Rest

A Sabbath rest God has proclaimed
For those of faith, no longer stained
By sin's dark curse or Sabbath's toil,
Which oft the lives of man can spoil.
A Sabbath rest, eternal too.
Just rest, yes, rest; no work pursue.
Six days to toil, one day to rest.
Eternity, forever blessed.

What is Sunday to you?

Birthdays: A Birthday Wish

A birthday wish, we all can make,

Like presents, candles on a cake.

A birthday wish, one from afar,

Can e'er be wished upon a star.

A birthday wish, one harbored deep,

Can be subconscious, stay asleep.

A birthday wish, one that is shown,

Can often be to others known.

A birthday wish beyond compare,

For love, in which all others share.

How do you make your birthday wishes? 

A dreamer of dreams,

A schemer of schemes,

A master of themes,

Man.

A player of games,

A namer of names,

A lover of sames,

Man.

A speaker of words,

A watcher of birds,

A maker of curds,

Man.

A creator with clay,

A doctor of play,

A thinker of day,

Man.

A lover of sun,

A pacer of run,

A shooter of gun,

Man.

A worker of joy,

A builder of toy,

A girl or a boy,

Man.

How would you depict man?

A Writer's Prayer: This is a Writer's Prayer

As morning dawns across the lands,
The world at peace as God commands;
This is writer's prayer.

For governments that help each son,
Each daughter, in their vict'ries won;
This is a writer's prayer.

That nations ev'rywhere be free
And each fulfill their destiny;
This is a writer's prayer.

The early sun soon rising high,
Bald eagles safe across the sky;
This is a writer's prayer.

Each raindrop e'er to be well placed
So crops on ev'ry land are graced;
This is a writer's prayer.

Beyond the fear and dark of night,
Each land be free from peril's plight;
This is a writer's prayer.

Let love abound and reign supreme
That each man follow his own dream;
This is a writer's prayer.

What do writer’s pray?

Missing You: Today I Wished Upon a Star

Today, I wished upon a star,

As I wondered, how you are.

Too soon, we parted in our days

While yet I live and e'er to praise.

My memories are blessed, it seems,

Yet now as if just in my dreams.

Perhaps for me this is a test,

While you have earned eternal rest;

One well deserved, I must confess,

As others, you did truly bless.

Just know for you, there still is love;

I sent it with that star above.

An early morning star it was,

Appearing like a pure, white dove.

Even after death, there is still love. 

Evening: An Evening Reflection

Whispers of leaves

Rustling in the soft breeze,

Just sufficient to tease;

Enticing dark shadows

Interspersed among the trees,

Inviting their candid exploration.

A sweltering, hot and hazy day

Finalizing its reality,

Seemingly aware of its own self torment.

The sound of frogs singing,

Sweetly serenading one another,

Suggests all is as it should be.

A playful, gray moth,

Flitting back and forth in the fading light,

Soon realizes the folly of its flight.

The early evening

Forced into the solitude of night,

Stubbornly defends its right to be.

An evening reflection must give way to night. 

Finding My Muse: Adrift

Adrift,

Alone,

Floating on a sea of words,

I cannot sink.

I cannot fly.

The waves.e'er tossing to the sky,

My muse to depths;

It cannot die,

Just rise and fall

With winds so high.

Awaken muse

And know thy plight,

As darkness brings

The black of night.

Awake to joy,

To love unbound.

Let love and lovers,

Thus, surround.

Thy words do not appear in vain.

You're sheltered from the wind and rain.

So what if others prove insane.

The worth of knowledge, yet proclaim.

Let truth abound and love prevail.

I've given thee the tallest sail.

No floating with the rising tide,

Or under cover seek to hide.

Be free,

Float on

And waken with the early dawn,

To new worlds yet to man unknown.

My muse has thus, its task been shown. 

Awaken the muse to its task.

The Highway: A Winding Road

A winding road

O'er many miles,

Brings little frowns

Or happy smiles.

A winding road,

E'er changing view;

What highway next

Must one pursue?

A winding road,

With no roads back;

Abundant beauty,

Ne'er a lack.

A winding road,

O'er hill and dale;

Surprises new,

Yet shall prevail.

A winding road,

One loves fore'er;

Vast memories

For all to share.

A winding road has new delights.

Spiritual awakening: Agonizing slivers

Agonizing slivers pierce my hands,
Yet, I obey, as God commands.
No pain,
You cannot interfere;
Slivers of light,
Endearment, near.
Love whispers in the light,
"Be wary.
Heed no fear or fright.
Beyond all pain,
There is new light."
Thus humbled,
Here, I yet shall stand;
As promised,
Hail the promised land.
Render the sliver;
Awkward, its way,
The entrance into another day. 

Slivers of light awakening the spirit.

Rock of life: An Ancient Rock

An ancient rock

Awaits its fate,

Yet stands in time,

Upon its plate.

All nature's tests

Completed show,

A timeless rock;

No wrinkles grow.

A crack or two,

A tumbling ledge;

The pounding beat;

Swift water's edge.

The rock stands firm,

Reveals its day;

A rock to love

That will not sway.

What rock is this?

Victory: Claim the Victory

Where man would live his life as free,

He must first claim the victory,

In Jesus' name and then he'll be

In freedom's realm, where he will see

All life, as God planned it to be.

So walk on victory's path each day

And see God, in His holy way;

Where there is work, there too, is play,

With blessings true, that He'll display.

"My promises are true," He'd say.

Man can claim the victory.

Shadows: Empty Shadows

Empty shadows fill the air;
While they linger, who is there
Defining shadow's emptiness?
One must be real and yes, confess
In words of love, not terms of hate,
There's something shadows can relate.
Do shadows really bless or curse,
Control the strings of each man's purse?
The shadows that we see as real
Oft influence the way we feel.
All disappear in noon day light
Or wither, when the moon is bright.
Evasive shadows, deep in dreams,
Elusive shadows, show it seems,
The one that's captured, disappears;
Its memories arouse new fears.
Old shadows penetrate one's life,
Awaken tempest, cause new strife.
Shadows will come; shadows will go,
With ebbing tide, a certain glow.
Creating shadows, in life's play,
Brings life that's fresh and new, each day.
Empty shadows soon relate
The other side of morning's fate.
Those shadows, one can fill with love
And blessings true, from up above.

How are we to understand life’s empty shadows?

Choices: Are We Wise Enough to Choose?

Oh, that road of choices

Is really rough!

How to choose,

The dilemma of man.

We choose in terms

Of wisdom's wisdom,

Or wisdom's folly,

Man's wisdom,

Or man's folly.

Our lives record the antics

Of both the wise man

And the fool.

The true wise man,

Led by higher wisdom,

The fool,

Led by his own wisdom.

To each,

His own pathway

Accorded in life.

Who follows the wise man?

Who follows the fool?

A man of wisdom,

Destined in time,

To be another wise man;

A man of folly,

Destined in time,

To be another fool.

Perhaps,

The wise man,

Or the fool,

Is the one

To follow

In time. 

Choose wisely;

Become a wise man.

Choose unwisely

And be recorded

Throughout the course of history,

As one more man of folly.

Be a wise man

Or be a fool.

You choose!

Are we wise enough to choose?

Man can choose wisdom or folly.