Yesterday’s a shadow
Tomorrow’s forever
Today’s a standstill

Life is but a day
When day is gone
I cannot hold the future
Try as I may
Yet
Life is but a compass
Directing my days
My conscience
My pilot
Leads the way

When the light of my youth
The spark of my being reminds me
That life is ever fleeing
The years quietly slip away
They never last
Leaving me to reflect on memories
From my past

Although life may escape me
Placing my soul at rest
I attempt to catch a vision
Of the future
I try my best to foresee
But I cannot fathom eternity
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“Eternity is said not to be an extension of time
But an absence of time”

Graham Greene

Don’t tell me you wish me well
Don’t tell me things will work out
Don’t tell me good luck
Don’t tell me there are better days ahead

Keep your magical solutions
Keep your superstitious acts
Those leave me helpless and powerless
Keep your
Charms
Rituals
Omens
Spells
Where fear and ignorance always dwell

I know
That my faith and my hope will join
That my life is not left to chance
That my life is worth a lot more
Then just a flip of a coin
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“What is faith? It is the confident assurance
that what we hope for is going to happen.
It is the evidence of things we cannot see.”
Hebrews (11:1)

I have yet to reveal
The whispers in my heart
Never revealed
Forever concealed
Private thoughts I have hidden from sight
Reflections of my life yet to come to light
Never to disclose
Only if I chose
If they were to be exposed
It would tear me apart
Only to betray my secret heart
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“Every man has his secret sorrows
Which the world knows not”
Longfellow

To be told
Your poems don’t rhyme
To hear it said
There is no pattern
They ask
What’s a poem
Without a rhyme?
What’s a story
Without a plot?
What’s a writer
Without a word?
But
Who’s to judge?
Who’s to criticize?
Who’s to blame?
Who’s to censure?
For
They will never understand
That a good poet’s thoughts always rhyme
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“A poem is true if it hangs together
Information points to something else
A poem points to nothing but itself”

E.M. Forster

See me
On the screen
Growing in the hidden place
Nurturing my many dreams

See me
When I see the light
When the darkness disappears
And I have you in my sight

See me
As I begin my talk
Guide me
As I begin my walk

See me
As you hold my hand
Leaving me
To learn and understand

See me
During those trying years
When puberty
Tests my many fears

See me
When I leave the nest
Knowing that
You’ve done your best

See me
When two become one
Knowing that
Your work is done

See me
As you smile
To welcome
Your first grandchild

See me
When my hair turns gray
And my life just
Slips away

See us
Together again
Counting the years
Remembering when
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“My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place”
“When I was woven together in the depths of the earth
your eyes SAW my unformed body”
“All the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be” PS:(139:15-16)

It’s lost
Can it be found?
I’ve looked here
There and everywhere
To no avail
I’ve searched high
I’ve searched low
Have nothing to show
Where can it be?
Has it escaped me?
Do I go on looking?
Do I abide in my hope?
Is it all in vain?
With hope comes pain
Is it all a game?
Without it
I’ll never be the same

In life’s living circumstances
We often fear the consequences
While avoiding the problem
Less hesitation
Less conversation
Truth with action
Should be the reaction

Love with words
Is seldom heard
When love’s not able
We tend to enable

Judgments of the heart
Can tear love apart
No one really knows
It goes as it goes
For sometimes
When things get tough
Love’s not always enough
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“Awareness without action is worthless”
Dr. Phil McGraw

“An open rebuke is better than hidden love”
Proverbs 27:5

The ear touches the heart
The heart inspires the mind
Often you find
The ear can’t define
The eye becomes blind

Truth like water
Cascades gently down
Flows like a river
Awakening the ground

The ear can’t hear
What the truth has said
There’s no lull to the truth
The ear is dull?
The ear is dead?

Flavors of dull that infect the ear
Indifference
Detachment
Unconcerned
Incoherent
Muffles what you hear

The drip drip drip of the truth
The drop drop drop of the clog
The beat beat beat of the heart
The mute mute mute of the mind

Truth like water flows
To all it has chose
Its message is clear
Open your ear
If you choose to hear

For hard truth sets you free from
Ignorance and deception

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“Better to get hurt by the truth
Than comforted with a lie”
Khaled Hosseini

How many takes
To correct a mistake
How many tries
To dry your eyes
How many times
To make a poem rhyme
How many forgets
To dispel regrets
How many lessons learned
To begin to discern
How many lies
Before you open your eyes

Where the spirit leads
The body follows
The choices that are made
Are sometimes hard to swallow
When the spirit grieves
The body becomes hollow

Some may influence
The way you are
But to contemplate
May cause you to
Duplicate

To play the
counterpart
To steal an
Identity
To photocopy an
Image
Or to compare yourself
To yourself
And examine your own
Behavior

Who are you?
Don’t you know that
It’s who or what you turn to
That defines who you are
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“Don’t you realize that
Whatever you choose to obey
Becomes your master?”
Rms(6:16)