The Eve Of Christmas
Gazing from picture window of my still home,
Summers pleasant panoramic view now gone,
Powered with whitish of snow a view serene,
Holly berries silhouetted by leaves of green,
In the street horse drawn sleigh ring and clang,
From dripping roof icicles now clingingly hang,
The gentle breeze builds drifts of powder snow,
Playful youth make snow angels; quite a show,
All over every thing outside wears a white lace,
Dusk comes with inside warmth from fireplace,
In the quiet stillness of the full moon lit night,
The glistening snowy white; a delightful sight,
My mind’s eye drifts and turns back the clock,
Catching visions of shepherds tending a flock,
As angles come into view to declare and sing,
News filled with peace and joy they did bring,
The Messiah coming as a babe by virgin birth,
As the King of all that I am coming to the earth,
As a sacrificial lamb to die, Yet all is not dim,
His Kingdom will be here when He comes again!
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Tough Hands, Tender Heart
My Granddad's hands were somewhat huge;
You might say that they had been well used;
Working in coal mines all his life was tough;
So his hands had become callused and rough;
The first time you notice him you would stare;
You'd get the impression of him being a bear;
Strong grip; that of a sound able-bodied mans;
Time progressing forward wrinkled his hands;
Always vigorously working with enough to do;
If needed he would repeatedly find time for you;
He was a man paying attention with a lot of care;
When he rested his hands were folded in prayer;
If he called you without getting an answer quick;
His clearing his throat would always did the trick;
Walking he had my hand in one the other a tea cup;
My juvenile hand in his was gently swallowed up;
Hands tough, yet comfortable for the most part;
One thing for sure he had a really tender heart;
His warm and cozy hands left me feeling at peace;
Walking with him all my hurt would soon release;
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One With GOD
Slipping silently down the Suwannee’s edge,
Listening to flowing waters give their pledge,
As they swiftly carry earths excess to the sea,
Where hot sun awaits to set the purified free.
Envisioning the rivers strong yet gentle spirit,
Aware of its determination, I openly cheer it,
My praise to the Creator ring loud and clear,
As I feel His awesome presence drawing near.
Nearing a landing with banks of natural clay,
Sturgeons leaping up from waters face in play,
As I hear calling from a wind in rustling tree,
Be not alone, come walk hand in hand with me.
Recalling when in my youth I would here walk,
As with me my Cherokee ancestors would talk,
Trek with honor in earth’s life circle to its end,
Keeping the truth, with every thing be a friend.
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Me With And Without You
Watch energetic children playing in fresh snow,
That was my life with you, my ecstasy did show.
Feel the cold winter wind’s unrelenting sting,
That’s my life without you, a bell void of ring.
Winter passed and Spring gave it’s first bloom,
That was my life with you, a love filled groom.
Hot summer sun without rain the flowers wilted,
That’s my life without you, enigmatically jilted.
Look at the cloudless sky with warming sun,
That was my life with you, full of joyful fun
Listen to the rhythm of the down pouring rain,
That’s my life without you, crowded with pain.
A picturesque flower basket hanging on a hook,
That was my life with you, the romantic’s book.
Hurricane winds come send it crashing around,
That’s my life without you, happiness not found.
Recall Hart Springs when we did merrily swim,
That was my life with you, the cherished gem.
See lightning and thunder in a summer storm,
That’s my life without you, less than the norm.
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Becoming One With GOD
Silently skipping along the Suwannee’s edge,
Listening to the swift waters give their pledge,
Quickly carrying the Earths excess to the sea,
Where a hot sun awaits to set the purity free.
Trying to envision the enigmatic waters spirit,
Seeing its determination, I openly cheer for it,
My praise to its Creator ring so loud and clear,
As I feel His very presence draw ever so near,
Large sturgeons jump waters face as they play,
Nearing a landing made from natural gray clay,
Hearing a call from a wind rustling in the trees,
Saying walk life not alone come walk with me.
Recalling when as a youth I would here walk,
As with my Cherokee ancestors I would talk,
Trek with honor within life’s circle to the end,
Keep truth and peace to everything be a friend.
Attend to Wisdom’s every cry doing your part,
Better to give than receive, from all evil depart,
Full circle the savior will call, life here is done,
Returning with Jesus the Son, to GOD as one.
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Wisdom In Spoken Truth
Words of wisdom are founded in spoken truth;
Remember the Creator daily during thy youth.
His written word is upright; search for and find;
Let them ever be in your heart and on your mind.
Meditate and commune with Him while you may.
Let not the devil steal this good existence away.
Before your prayers remain trapped here below;
When tears cloud your eyes and continually flow.
Before the years of evil draw nigh and do stay;
When you say, I find no satisfaction in this day.
Before it is all you can shepherd just to sustain;
When hopelessness brings a heart full of pain.
Before your eyesight fails in later life hearken;
When the light of: sun, moon, stars, darkened.
Before mussels weaken and bones become frail;
When true desire to depart this life cease to fail.
Before mourners in the street perform their part;
When unto God the donor the spirit must depart.
Before the dust shall return back into the earth;
Know you have received the right to new birth!
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Life’s Lessons
From our very birth we enroll in life’s school,
Adhere to wisdom and don’t be counted a fool,
After we first learn to dine, converse and walk,
We find instruction on teachers board in chalk,
Then much advanced education we seek to find,
Merely with worldly jumble we pack our mind,
Truthful wisdom to us our ancestors did impart,
From which we chose straight away to depart,
Moral principles from our youth we were taught,
But after worldly gratification it was we sought,
Youthful life was lived fast; rolling and rocking,
Then the school of hard knocks came a knocking,
And for true knowledge my empty soul yearned,
But only selfishness in everything I had learned,
So blinded by worldly mind-set I could not see,
Others mattered and that it was not all about me,
The golden rule I’ve found to be absolutely true,
Do unto others as you would have them do to you,
Ancient wisdom makes for much brighter days,
Abundant truth can only be found in GOD’s ways!
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Enigmatically Truthful
Day begins with night; Yet shadows do not stay;
With the breaking of dawn, darkness flees away.
We observe as the wind twists limbs of a tree;
Yet enigmatically the wind itself we can't see.
Snow falls; melts into the river; flows to the sea;
Heat pulls it back into the air; again snow it'll be.
Water runs downhill and will at its course stay;
Carving through stone; mountains eating away.
Animals hop and leap the moment life's begun,
Yet a human takes some years to walk and run.
Truly into a forest you can walk only half way;
For then you will be walking out or there stay.
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around,
Although no one hears it, it still makes a sound,
In reality a bell is an ornament until it is rung,
Of a truth a song is just words until it is sung,
A word is thought until it is penned or spoken;
For up until then it is only an unformed token.
GOD does not permit love in your heart to stay,
Knowing that love cannot be until given away!
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Ode' To Granddad
Granddad, on his screened porch sat one day;
Up in his lap I crawled, to rest from my play;
Very sparse stubble here and there for a beard;
He had acquired sandspurs in cheeks I feared;
Grandmother's tweezers would work I thought;
Quickly I leaped down and after them I sought;
I was back there in a flash to alleviate his pain;
I tugged here and there on his face with no gain;
I lost interest in the task; he just hugged me tight;
He laughed and let me know that he was all right;
He put in plain words for me what whiskers were;
He asked me if I understood; then I replied yes sir;
Older males have to shave often for a smooth face;
Yet men with a manicured beard aren't out of place;
I could find not one on my cheeks with my hand;
He chuckled wait until you become a young man;
A young man; just about everyone calls me one;
Maybe I'll just stay young; growing up is no fun;
I want to always feel secure in my Granddad's lap;
Possessing no worry in the world; I then took a nap.
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Out of Clear Blue Eyes
As I waited at the traverse for the light to cross;
She stood across applying to her lips new gloss;
The sun shone dazzling in the morning's cold;
Her blondish hair sparkled like strands of gold;
Change of light, across the street I began to go;
Seconds ticked off light, as we passed so slow;
Should not have glanced at her mysterious eyes;
A stunning blue; that of cloudless summer skies;
Lost my stride; stumbled; sluggish walk of feet;
New song penetrated my soul; melody so sweet;
Mind gone astray; no commands; limited at best;
Soul rising from within; heart raced in my chest;
Beating so erratically: feeling as if it were to fail;
Charm over my heart; definitely under her spell;
What was I to do? Come what may and let life be;
The best thing of my life standing in front of me;
Something very unfamiliar to me had just begun;
From it I resolved not to hide nor from it to run;
Spinning around, new direction, after her I went;
Becoming best of friends with her was my intent.
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