Finally the words make sense.
I feel them in my soul.
I smell them in the air I breathe.
I watch as they unfold.
Finally, the words make sense.
They run so very deep.
I see the light that shines from them.
It makes me want to weep.
Finally, the words make sense.
Oh, the mountains they have moved.
I marveled at the price of them;
the words, so finely tuned.
Finally, the words make sense,
like nothing has before.
They made the world a promised land.
They opened wide the door.
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Loss Poem
You Never Were...
by Sabra Dees
How is it that I miss you?
I long to hold and kiss you
My mind is always searching after
your chubby face and your laughter.
I wish to sing your favorite songs
I wished for you for so long
but you never were.
How is it that I dream of you?
I know the things you'd love to do
cartoon mornings, baking sweets
blowing kisses on your tiny feet.
Incredibly real to me you seem
I know these are empty dreams
Because you never were.
How is it that I grieve?
You never were concieved.
it isnt like I lost my son you didnt pass away
yet I mourn your loss more and more each day.
there is a nursery in my heart but it will never be
For years I tried, the countless times I cried - infertility.
And you never were.
How is it that you seem so real?
A burning memory
sometimes I think of you and feel
I've lost my sanity.
But I know you realy were
You were the hopes and dreams and faith of one
who really wanted to be a mom.
I mourn the loss of that hope and you see
You never were a child but you were a part of me.
by Sabra Dees
How is it that I miss you?
I long to hold and kiss you
My mind is always searching after
your chubby face and your laughter.
I wish to sing your favorite songs
I wished for you for so long
but you never were.
How is it that I dream of you?
I know the things you'd love to do
cartoon mornings, baking sweets
blowing kisses on your tiny feet.
Incredibly real to me you seem
I know these are empty dreams
Because you never were.
How is it that I grieve?
You never were concieved.
it isnt like I lost my son you didnt pass away
yet I mourn your loss more and more each day.
there is a nursery in my heart but it will never be
For years I tried, the countless times I cried - infertility.
And you never were.
How is it that you seem so real?
A burning memory
sometimes I think of you and feel
I've lost my sanity.
But I know you realy were
You were the hopes and dreams and faith of one
who really wanted to be a mom.
I mourn the loss of that hope and you see
You never were a child but you were a part of me.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Encouragement Poem by Sri Chinmoy
Do you want to be always happy?
Then give up fighting
For negativity
And learn the beautiful art
Of self-encouragement.
True encouragement
Adorns my heart.
True encouragement expedites
My heavenward journey.
Encouragement
Is a very special
Light that is born
Of Self - Offering
Encouragement
Is of constant need
Both in the inner
World of progress
And in the outer
World of success.
Then give up fighting
For negativity
And learn the beautiful art
Of self-encouragement.
True encouragement
Adorns my heart.
True encouragement expedites
My heavenward journey.
Encouragement
Is a very special
Light that is born
Of Self - Offering
Encouragement
Is of constant need
Both in the inner
World of progress
And in the outer
World of success.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Love Poem
In Love
In love I found myself
In love I found you
In love I found God
In love happiness found me
In love life is truly alive
In love I let go
In love I said goodbye
In love I say hello again
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In love I found myself
In love I found you
In love I found God
In love happiness found me
In love life is truly alive
In love I let go
In love I said goodbye
In love I say hello again
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Thursday, February 22, 2007
Gandhi Poem
God is the toughest taskmaster I have known.
He tries you through and through.
When you find your faith or your body is failing you,
and you are sinking,
He comes to your assistance.
He proves to you that you must not lose your faith...
I cannot recall a single instance when,
at the eleventh hour, He has forsaken me.
Mahatma Gandhi
He tries you through and through.
When you find your faith or your body is failing you,
and you are sinking,
He comes to your assistance.
He proves to you that you must not lose your faith...
I cannot recall a single instance when,
at the eleventh hour, He has forsaken me.
Mahatma Gandhi
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