One Heart Calls Out To Another (Without Word)
Should one heart call out to another, without word,
Through the many miles that now separate them,
I wonder: 'will the call of my heart be heard? '
What about love, does it elevate them
To a different level, where words are no longer needed?
This heart calls out to its counterpoint, in another,
Yet I know not surely, whether the call is heeded-
Or perhaps, the latter heart, sees the former, as a bother!
Time shall surely reveal what is now, a mystery;
Will the call of this heart, find in the other, a response?
If I were to venture a guess, based upon our history,
I would say that time and space are not long for these bonds-
Naught shall stand in the way of this love, divined;
True love is a force of nature unto its own
And shall overcome all; it shall never be just left behind,
As though the refuse of time-as our's has shown!
True love distinguishes itself in its re-incarnation,
Where false love runs its course, then withers.
True love allows not, unworthy imitation-
As one may only gift the perpetuity it delivers!
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An Explication of MY Faith And Its Rewards (For His Good To Shine Through Both of Us)
You have always asked me to explain MY Faith, and I would IF I could;
Beloved, I believe Heavenly Father is demonstrating now, it is FOR His Good
To shine through BOTH of us, as two of His Most Beloved Children, acting as one-
His Work for us, and for each one of us as individuals, is not done
Until He says it is-obviously, He believes it has only just now begun
To blossom into the Wonder that He has in store for us-He has surely spun
A Marvelous Wonder in the last few weeks, and He has only just started
To Teach us of our combined Wonder and Glory-He alone has imparted
To us, the path that we are now on, and the Story we tell will only become
More Glorious still, with each passing day-Surely He is more than gleesome
At the alterations He has Made both in, and for, both of us-and in us, together;
He has Shone upon us, the Resplendent Beacon that shall light our way forever,
Until we meet Him again in His Heavenly Kingdom, as His Favored Consortium-
Where we shall blithely Dwell as an Eternal Couplet, millenium after millenium!
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Father's Day, Forlorn (2010)
Perhaps your beatitude has naught as rival, I possess no way of knowing;
Perhaps my interminable pride is still not enough, though, I possess no way of showing
You, nor any amongst you, my unconditional, seemingly invisible-paternal pride!
It has been many a long, loathsome day since your grace, last, I eyed! !
I know not sentiment, proper-to explicate your absence-
Unwillingly absquatulated hath been your exquisite quintessence!
There exists no form of recompense, nor means of redress, to which I am amenable-
What hath been absconded marries not with amends, it is quite simply untenable!
A glory lives and breathes, yet I may not, in this resplendence, bask;
The unendurable lament of my grieving heart is impossible to mask!
From the day that I did last sight thee, I have held out hope
That one day, not so far from this, I will see you again-so that I may cope!
One day, your beautificence shall no longer, from me, be hidden-
Then and only shall this pall that exists, be lifted, and from us, ridden!
Maurice Harris,12 June 2010
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A World Of Other-worldly Wonder
Dear Heavenly Father: 'Please get me to California, as soon as You may,
So that I may dwell in enamored embrace of my beloved, every single day;
Sikerly, I need not, espouse the import of same, nor cause Thee remind,
As, Thine Divine Benevolence is causal same-Thou art far too kind! '
To which, He made reply: 'Thine eternity awaits thee in the Golden State,
My privity to same is demonstrative of Mine Divine Benevolence, to create
For thee and thine beloved, a world of other-worldly wonder, that shall inspire awe
In all who may be so fortuitous, as to see now, as a reality, what I saw
As a most magical, yet, mysterious marriage, of two most inspired souls,
Whose very existence-now brought together by Mine Hand, extols
The very virtues I have espoused to my beloved children, throughout the ages;
And, this is why I have introduced you to one another, in e'er-sublte stages:
Your consortium is the most obvious and lasting form of my love for each-
'Never, never take the same for granted', if but one appeal I would beseech!
-Maurice Harris,30 November 2011
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True Strength
I remember as a little boy, the enraptured awe
I felt when I thought of my Father, and how strong he was;
Sadly, my eyes were not trained, so that's all I saw
And thus, believed him a heroic figure, because
Of same-yet, I was so sadly mistaken!
My Father was not a hero, nor was he truly strong-
He was a coward, and I am sorry he has taken
So much, from so many-and that he did it for so long!
Now, as a man, I know the essence of true strength-
It is the ability to remain resolute in your conviction,
No matter the consequences imposed, no matter the length
Of suffering endured-this is real life, not fiction,
Or make believe-here, pain is very real;
True strength is the endurance, to endure that which you feel,
Inside, at the thought of all the pain endured-
The ability to realize that, his untimely death cured
The weakness he tried to hide frrom the rest of us,
He took so much through cowardice, but not the best of us-
We have nothing, about which to be ashamed,
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Anonymous Letter Left At The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier, Memorial Day 2010
Upon this day of poignant reflection, we are humbled by your sacrifice;
No measure of recompense doth any possess which may serve to satisfice-
Our very liberty hath been your precious gift-your dutiful life, its price-
Our humble gratitude is all we have, no manner of quittance would suffice!
Our Forefathers advented Liberty, yet your loss saw to its abiding;
Countless men and women still, much like you, cease its subsiding;
Your life of honor and duty, for country-this shall ne'er perish-
In our hearts and minds, upon this day and all others, we cherish
Every solitary liberate moment, which you have given and ensured;
The most selfless sacrifice-your safeguard guaranteed Liberty endured!
'I can not say and I will not say that he is dead - He is just away! ' **
You live still; Your dutiful life inspires men and women to this very day;
The obligation owed to you is immeasurable-words may ne'er convey
Our gratitude for your service and sacrifice-though we endeavor all we may!
**(James Whitcomb Riley, 'He is Only Away')
Maurice Harris,27 May 2010
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The Lady, And Her Knight In Shining Armor
It is a fairy tale come, oh so very True-
Your Knight in Shining Armor, came straight to you,
Though even he needed lots of Intervention, Divine,
So that the two most Amazing personages, could finally combine
Themselves in a Consortium that was Predetermined, before their birth;
Heavenly Father decided this Day long before there was even an Earth;
We-you, the Lady, and I, the Knight,
Had been decided by God Himself, as so very Right
That no manner of obstacle, whether time or space,
Could come betwixt us, nor cause to efface
The Eternal Love that we two do now, and shall always, share;
THIS very moment, THIS very place was what He would dare
That we embrace, as a sign of our Faith in both each, and Him-
Now the Light of His Truth, shines brightly, where ere, the dim
Pallor of just over a fortnight ago, the Devil himself, caused you doubt-
And we together, caused that forever and always, it should be cast out!
OUR Path has been PROVEN by the Lord of Lords, and no other One-
Come with me, MY Beloved, and walk hand in hand, with the setting Sun!
-Maurice Harris,1 February 2012
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When A Man Loves A Woman
When a man loves a woman, there is nothing he won't do;
He is vested with the strength to move mountains-it's true!
Whence found, true love allows that all his actions be toward one goal-
All a man truly wants is the one magical mate for his all-too-mysterious soul!
Promise a man your heart, you will get his and so very much more, in return;
His whole life shall become a duteous devotion to you and all with which you concern!
Share with a man your beauty and he will prove its might-even to you, though you disbelieve;
Share with this man your life-its magnificence shall be far more than either could ever conceive!
When a woman loves a man, there are no bounds to her steadfast devotion-
It will stand the test of time itself and see its way, even across the largest ocean!
From her heart comes her truth, his only choice-its obliged and humble acceptance;
He shall offer all he may as recompense, yet, it shall always seem a pittance!
Where there is love, truth, beauty and wisdom abound;
When there is love, its power and resplendence doth truly astound!
Maurice Harris,8 May 2010
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WHY Am I As Covetous Of Thee As I Am (An Oft-Propounded Query)
Answer Number 1 of...infinity:
Because you listen, with an abundance of patience
And without even one iota of pre-judgments,
NEVER telling me that I 'talk too much' about this or that-
ALWAYS treating what I have to say as the most important
Bits of information in the entire, wondrous world!
My perceived importance, vis-a-vis all other facets of your life,
Minus our combined brood, is unquestionable; and MINE is rife
With exaltation, as I am e'er-more important to you-every day.
I could go on, and on, and on..ad infinitum,
But, of course, YOU know, and LOVE this about ME,
Which brings us full circle-yet, imagine us when we are ibidem!
Thank you for reading installment number O-N-E,
In the ongoing effort toward a more complete explication
Of my unboundable amorous abilities, with you as a consideration!
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The Superimposition of Somniation, In A Search For Serendipity
Alas, it was all but wishful wonderment, by way of a wandering dream;
Somniation surely it was, yet, real it did seem.
Spurred by a mysterious messenger, who left but a name-
A first name only-as though confoundment was his aim.
I somniate rarely, yet, their reality tends to astound:
They can gift a voice and form, to someone no longer around.
'What does it all mean? ! ', I wonder, as I bolt awake-
'May there be a message from this, that I may take? ! '
My heart was once again rife with jubilation-
All due this now-fleeted fantasization.
Its allusion was pointed-toward a path not taken-
And its conclusion, unequivocal-this choice was mistaken.
Surely, this dream was not merely a singularity-
Another must have been had, to provide further clarity!
Might this be but half-and only when superimposed
Over another, might a whole dream then be composed! ?
The entirety of this aspiration's audacity
May only truly be gleaned, once the capacity
To understand is gained, over this aspiration and its mate.
Serendipity alone may gift this-and only through the powers of Fate!
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