Poetry-Thoughts-3

Poetry & Thoughts

Accompany me upon the starry seas.
Close your eyes and realize your soul is free to fly
upon the starry seas of Heaven’s sky.
Quicken to the sound of this sacred airy ground.
Angelic harmonies echoing across calm starry seas
call thee to thee.
Awaken your senses as love surrounds and
consumes all within, unbound in this
never ending realm of stars and moon.
Explore the mysteries of time and mind to find
your fantasies exist in endlessness upon these
starry seas of His. Thee shall know, feel, and
see God‘s reality.
Accept the peace that fills your being and renews a
weary heart, leaving light and emptying the dark.
Cherish the gift of grace given with love enough to
forgive as you live.
Erase your fears, build on faith. Lift up your love
and rejoice in the resonant stillness of the Heaven’s
and the blessings of creation. Give yourself in
reverence for all the love within. A gift to Him for
the love that is given.
Yes, accompany me upon the starry seas. Close your
eyes and realize that your soul is free to fly eternally
upon the starry seas of Heaven’s sky.
Maybe too, you will decide
the journey begins and ends within you.
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A wise soul realizes that what one does to another,
the choices they make, the actions they take, all
mistakes must be made right. Forgive and be forgiven.
There are no exceptions on the path
towards the light.
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Empty the coffer of the heart lest the day depart
without an offer of remembrances
to cherish what each embraces.
Time quickly erases images except in
memory, soul and faces.
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My Book of Faith is always open in my heart.
It is never closed. Jesus is with me everyday as I walk
life’s rough road. He guides me safely on my way
in and within His love.
The pages in my Book of Faith are badly worn,
some are torn. Yet, my Book of Faith
old as the ages, never ages. Images of wonder nearer
than another designed to renew my faith awake or in
slumber. The years dim my sight and slow my gait.
But, in my heart, my Book of Faith shines forever new
and bright, God’s Holy Light.
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From our moment of birth to our moment of death our
angels watch over us without rest. Not to judge but to
teach. Not to command but to lead. Not to impede but to
attend. Not to abandon but to defend. Not to justify the
chaos we create, but when asked will help rectify
the mistakes we make.
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Your boat may rock n roll on life’s stormy seas
as you learn, doing the right thing is not so easy.
So, remember it’s not always the ride. It’s the fact
your boat’s going to float and not sink in the deep dark
side of life’s tides. You will safely arrive on blessing’s
shore surrounded by friends, family, happiness,
love, and success evermore.
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Share the task. Let the wisdom of the year that’s past
counsel and guide your footsteps through each day
of the year which is new. Do not turn your back or
shut your door just because, it was before.
Only fools quote ‘never more’.
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Brahms, Beethoven and Bach each show music
can refresh the soul. But the printed verse, relaxed
or terse is also the soul’s delight. For the eye,
with sight, can savor each word long past the notes an
ear has heard. The eye can quickly read and reread
succinctly the text of choice. Poetry, the soul’s voice,
written words in which the soul can forever rejoice.
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Shadows conceal and heal allowing pain to fade
as all debts are repaid. Solitude is diminished by
friendship. Silence is quieted by a song of kinship.
Isolation’s chill is warmed by sharing, shining
into the darkest depth of a heart that has given
up all hope of being held dear. Even the fleetest
shadow of someone passing near who takes a
moment to care begins a miracle beyond compare.
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Shadows fall silently against the blended layers of
night. A silver white moon lights the flight for
wings that glide swift and unseen, and for silent
footsteps upon the path of dreams. Walker of the
mysteries of the light, sacred child who becomes
one with all. Spirit child, in humble awe sees past,
present and future, one interwoven with foot,
feather, and paw.
Lightwalker, spirit child with sky blue eyes
sees the living force in all things understanding the
song each sacred life sings. Blessed by the Father,
Lightwalker walks a sacred path as her footsteps fall
between, interweaving the realities of each mystery.
The Great Spirit, is sharing her to teach. Man needs
reminding he is only one of the many children's voices
on Mother Earth, each equal within the larger sacred
community.
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