When the twilight appears
And the day’s put to rest
Your thoughts are your own
To ponder alone

No one talks about it
As if it’s taboo
That mortality that
Lives inside you

You awaken to that deep darkness
The darkness that follows
The darkness that swallows

You wake up in a cold sweat
You cogitate on the sound of your last beat
The sigh of your final breath
But it will keep
You put it to sleep
For it can wait
Life’s expiration date

Tears of silence
Flood the room
Surrounded stares
Sighing declares

You have one thought
As you lie and wait
Voices you here
Are not so clear

Dreams disappear
No longer needed
Life is still
No longer pleaded

Prayers in the room
Rise above
Joy and sorrow
Mixed with love

You stretch out your hand
You hear but can’t see
You feel the touch
That means so much

Your memories are locked
No more to be made
Shadows of family
Begin to fade

You cling to your faith
As you always do
Looking for peace and rest
Waiting for you

The angel came
Quenched the flame
Escorted you to heaven
In your Savior’s name
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“The righteous perish and no one ponders it in his heart;
Devout men are taken away and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace;
They find rest as they lie in death.”

Isaiah 57(1-2)

As life begins to unfold
Who’s in control?
Reach the fork in the road
Good or bad
Right or wrong
You follow along

One step in
Lets it begin
The entrance is sealed
No turning back

You follow the road
Its twists and turns
Stops and detours
One-way
By-way
My-way

A voice
A choice
A decision
A division

The steps you follow
Right or wrong
Leads you to a place
Where you belong

The roads are different
But outcome the same
Never knowing what you’re face’n
Is predestination

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“The Road Not Taken”
“I will be telling this with a sigh.
Somewhere ages and ages hence.
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference”
Robert Frost

”Stand at the crossroads and look;
ask for the ancient paths,
ask where the the good way is,
and walk in it,
and you will find rest for
your souls,”
Jeremiah (6:16)

My quiet refuge has now been awakened
The places I loved have now been taken
It used to be when it was vacant
My tranquility was never forsaken

A place to meditate
Sober reality
A place to contemplate
On one’s reality

Watching the wildlife scampering by
Those in the undergrowth others on the fly
Sitting for hours
To join the beauty of the flowers

Tree climbing trees
Back drop for poses
Rocky cliffs
A waterfall
Cameras flashing to capture it all
However!

Sharing it with others
Makes us all nature’s brothers
Nature makes us all a kin
It awakens the blessings that lie within
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“Let the fields and their crops
Burst out with joy
Let the trees of the forest
Sing for joy’
Psalm 96:12(NLT)

Pause for the moments
The day is gone
Life journeys on
Ascend the hill
Looking back
Feet no longer touch the ground

Growing old together
Fond dreams and memories
Time spent apart
Sweet memories of the heart

Renew those moments
Caress the past
Life’s moments
Life doesn’t last

The day is gone
Sweetness to sorrow
Never to meet
Never to borrow

Fallen asleep soft
Moments to keep
Where do they lie?
No time to cry
No time to weep
No time to say goodbye
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Mezzo Cammin

“Though halfway up the hill I see the past lying beneath me with sounds and sights,
a city in the twilight dim and vast,
with smoking roofs ,soft bells and gleaming lights
and hear above me on the autumnal blast
the cataract of Death far thundering from the heights,”

Longfellow

Are you a victim of?

Perpetual violence
Inflicted pain
Mental assault
Always your fault
Profanity reigns
Only to struggle in vain
But!
Nobody you knew
Came to the rescue
Shame upon shame
You blew the trumpet
But nobody came

I took a trip on a train
Stared through the open window
I gazed on grassy plains rolling hills open prairies
What a wonderful view
But I never knew

Visited a museum
To see if I could see ‘um
From across the land
Painted by hand
Golden sunrises red sunsets
What a wonderful view
But I never knew

I read words that came alive
Visioning scenes I’ve never seen
The printed words penned by creation
Touched my imagination
What a wonderful view
But I never knew

I watched on the screen
Many beautiful scenes
Colorful flowers tall leafy trees gentle rain drops
Things to adore behind my closed door
What a wonderful view
But I never knew

On a lark I took a walk in the park
Freedom no fences!
Exploring my senses
Discovered!
The coolness of the rain
The breeze on my face
The warmth of the sun
Felt the dew on the grass
Smelled the fragrance of the flowers
Tasted  the water from the stream
Just a few
What a wonderful view
I never knew could be true
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“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin”
William Shakespeare

 

 

Is not life out of order?
Time shows it so
What was then should be now
Should not the first be last?
Who defines fate anyhow?

Time fails me
Time won’t let me be
Time beats me down
Time can’t be turned around

If time is running out
Can life be far behind?
Will death give me a sign?
Or am I walking blind

Do I follow?
Should it be?
Should I swallow?
Never!
For this time the time’s on me! 
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“Time flies over us,but leaves its shadow behind.”
Nathaniel Hawthorne

Darkness descends
Night begins
Closed doors
Saintly sins

Moon abate
Glossy eyes
Man believes
Devil lies

Spirits roam
Somber thoughts
Spiritual war
Battle fought

Hours fade
Unclean hands
Sexual immorality
Nightly stand

Gratify desires
Evil holds
Body sacrifice
Debauchery enfolds

Tainted hearts
Not ashamed
Guiltless minds
Others blame

Selfish wants
Forever owed
Needs met
Never sowed

Envy rules
Sour grapes
Others covet
Morals rape

Lust abound
Hearts exploded
Senses unchecked
Times imploded

Darkness reigns
Devils light
Man’s indiscretions
Never right
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“He made darkness his covering,
his canopy around him,
thick clouds dark with water” Ps(18:11)

 

 

 

Will I ever be the same?
A voice in mute
Puts time in dispute
I’ll dip my pen within my hand
To rest upon my stand
Time doesn’t heal
But its memories I’ll steal
To press for my appeal

If time allows
Not knowing how
Or what to do now
For what’s left for me
If only the verse
And not the melody