Beautiful Child Of God (Dedicated To Cecilia Bell: 1976-2012)
Why would God take someone with so much life left to live! ?
For what, pray tell, might He no longer allow her to give
All that she has-and still could! ? Only He knows, we will never.
Yet, the life she did live, gifted us memories time may not sever,
Nor erase-for, we are far bettter for the time He did allow.
We have been Blessed far more than our grief belies now.
May we grow to remember her as fondly in her absence
From this Earth, with her charm, wit, and pleasance,
As we did when she was amongst us, in our temporary place.
May we gather at times to see the ever-present smile upon her face
Once again, to uplift us whensoever we may be downtrodden;
This single action alone should more than suffice, to broaden
Our understanding as to why Heavenly Father needed her in His Elysium.
Beautiful Child of God, we shall be with you again, when our time here is done.
-Maurice Harris,25 August 2012
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A Greater Love
I must be a glutton for pain-why else might I seek your consort again?
It has as its source, the only part of me I may not control, my heart!
Our relation shan't end, more than a score of years ago, did it begin-
Though, it's been said, my thought's genesis as a man saw its start!
Began it did, when I was a child, before I was able to appreciate-
Perhaps, if I had, we would never have parted ways;
Memories of thee persisted, all that is beautiful, always stays-
Gathered I had with others, a poor means by which to compensate!
All paled, whence compared to thee, lacking they were, your beauty!
Always have I been one to brag and boast,
Though, upon myself I have exercised this the most-
Blessed as I am, to make the world know its source, my duty;
An Angel, in human form, sent to me for my love and to care
For me, and I, for her-a greater love, ne'er, nowhere!
Maurice Harris,11 January 2008
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It Is Not I... (An Ode To The Divine Nature Of True Love)
It is not I who is altering all before me;
It is not I who caused that I adore thee;
It is not I who makes this happen for us;
It is not I who sings solo, but a chorus;
It is not I who gave us this gift;
It is not I who causes your heart's uplift;
It is I, along with you, who are the vessels, with which God
Has chosen to uplift our extraordinary souls-this is a course we may only retard,
Not change entirely, no matter of nemesis-true love is the most powerful force
Of all and may not be reasoned with, -like a stubborn mule, refusing to change his course;
When the day is done, the only truth that remains is love, in all its forms, myriad-
So still you wonder if it is I who caused this love! ? Nay, it is Divinely Inspired, period!
God has chosen me, though I am not perfect, to gift to thee the life you truly deserve-
I am but obsequious to Him; He is my Lord and Savior, and He, I humbly serve!
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Fear (A Note To Self)
Fear-a corruption of logic, reason and ration-
Enemy of the mind's progress and the heart's passion;
Gratefully, this scourge too, has a most-powerful cure-
Courage-courage drowns fear and ceases its lure!
Fret not matters where there exists not, reason, nor rhyme-
Look inward, to the magic of your heart's most-inspired time;
Fate's intervention was to hasten calm-all else, it simply banishes;
Listen to this exhortation, lest the true you wither, then simply vanishes!
Should fear's apparition present, or its specter, loom near-
Over and over, in your mind's ear, shout: 'fear lives not here! ';
Patience too, may be a powerful measure against dread's hold-
As time wends, your mind shall marry with what I have foretold!
I am the wind of abiding truth, steadfast love, and most-prescient glory-
Fear me not-for I lovingly endeavor, to recite your heart's untold story!
Maurice Harris,17 June 2010
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Who Cries For The Little Girl? (A Ballad For The Abused)
Who cries for the little girl, lost and all alone?
Who for the little girl, now fully-grown?
Who mourns for the little girl, not allowed to be one?
Who grieves for the little girl, whose pain is never done?
Who comforts the little girl, left to comfort her Sister?
Who consoles the other two, who have really missed her?
Who speaks for the little girl, left without a voice?
Who chooses for the little girl, never given a choice?
For these little girls, there is naught I would not do
To lessen the torment that they have so bravely fought through.
It is I, who cries when empathetic tears need be shed;
It is I, who apologizes for a 'wrong', long-since dead;
It is I, who would have ended the pain-had I only known-
So the little girls left as such, were never lost and all alone!
*Inspired by the poem: Who Cries For The Little Boy? , from the movie: Antwone Fisher
-Maurice Harris,19 February 2011
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Dear 'Santa
Dear 'Santa', -If you are reading this Father's letter,
I will still need something to make my Christmas better!
Since you are aware of those who are bad and those, good-
I know I am deserving of same, so please, Sir, if you would
Be so kind as to grant me this one gifting, I shall ask none more:
To allay my heart's breaking, sight of my children, you must restore!
I know this not to be a physical present of the usual asking-
So too, do I know, with His help, you are up to the tasking!
I recognize that the request is usually their's, though
Your ability to aid in this regard, they may not know!
Should you get a letter from the Harris': Gabriella and Abigail,
Asking for same, please do your best to allow a Father's prevail;
I know Sir, you are very busy, especially during this time of year-
I pray still that this one wish, granted, should bring you great cheer!
Maurice Harris,5 December 2009
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Ebb And Flow
Emotions, like the ocean's tides, do ebb and flow;
One thing, however, will ne'er, from my heart, go:
Your deceit is causal to the lament I carry with me every day-
No matter of time, nor distance, shall e'er see this fade away!
Like none other has, or even could, you have absconded with my all;
Not shall I waiver or wane in my righteous battle, nor may this pall
From what I simply must do, for that which is far more important than I-
Until they are again with me, I shall wish for same, each and every nigh!
Your fate saddens me a great deal, yet it was of your own design-
Yet, there are consequences and repercussions for own malign!
I regret no longer what must surely come now, for you-
What you have done is inexcusable, no repent am I due!
May there only be for you, only what you know to be just;
May you find the humility you need, to learn the lessons you must!
Maurice Harris,10 December 2009
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The Harbor of 'Pearls
Deviously plotted by cowards, for nearly one full year,
Intended was it, to instill in us, crippling fear!
This certainly was not the effect that was brought,
In fact, this is seen as the ONLY reason we fought!
A wise, yet, adversarial Admiral said this, upon our involve:
'We have awakened a sleeping giant and have instilled in him a terrible resolve'
Now, and evermore, a Tomb AND a memorial, to those, perished-
These were men of honor, whose lives shall always be cherished!
Men like Dorie Miller, who fought bravely, as did the rest of the fleet;
Lo that 7 December 1941, a day truly, which shall 'live in infamy'!
Each year, upon that dreadful day's poignant remembrance,
Flags, at half-staff may be seen, throughout our vast expanse!
Always be mindful, this was the genesis for 'The Greatest Generation'-
One that saved from destruction, far more than just OUR nation!
Maurice Harris,7 December 2009
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Until The Day Is Done
Any days rife with anger are long-since gone;
Remaining behind is hurt and confusion, long-lingering, since its dawn!
Love, alone, should've been enough for reasoned thought to follow,
Believe, I do, the mantra: 'always tell the truth...', your words are hollow!
Long gone too, any want for vengeance:
God shall allow for you to serve your penance!
Your futile attempt to prove me guilty, proved you to be such,
Though perhaps deserving of punishment, penal-may be too much!
Self-guilt, served with a helping of inner-shame shall, I believe, suffice,
Though, a taste of your bitter medicine, I think, at times, to be nice!
You have implied in the past that, perhaps I love thee not sufficiently-
It appears though, that you were the one loving deficiently!
If anyone need prove anything, to anyone,
It is you, to me and all others! I await thee dear, until the day is done!
Maurice Harris,17 January 2008
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WHY Am I As Covetous Of Thee As I Am (An Oft-Propounded Query) ? {#2}
WHY am I as covetous of thee as I am (an oft-propounded query) ?
Answer Number 2 of...infinity:
Because I am a better person, because of, and for, you-
Due the only reason I may now muster: I simply adore you;
Mine heart is enamored with thine simply because:
This heart desires what that heart's quintessence, is-
And this heart emulates what it is that, that heart does;
THAT is why, this heart knows not, what obsolescence, is!
More considerate am I, due mine consideration of thee;
'THIS' may be seen every day, in the expansion of, 'me';
Chivalry doth yet dwell, whence a lady is desirous of same-
And that thine heart may have held dubiety, is, for shame!
We two, as a unity, are the very embodiment of true Faith:
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