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In silence she blooms

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The beauty of a rose,
wrapped tight within the vines,
upon my trellis waiting,
just waiting for her time.

Bursting open, petals stretch
unto the light of day.
Exploding colors all around,
for Spring has come to stay.

…and yet the rose stays silent,
her difference she perceived.
Within the bud she knows it’s true,
but will they all believe?

As days go by, she lives among them,
though hidden from their sight.
Tucked behind their blossoms
of pink, of purple, and white.

Within the bud hope withers,
now certain of her fate,
until at last she opens up.
No longer can she wait.

It’s then I glance among the blooms,
a beauty not yet seen.
A spark of brilliant red is there,
among the leaves of green.

The rose she bloomed in silence,
I did not hear a sound.
Abiding among the flowers there,
a beauty so profound.

My Love

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Beauty that grows
As each day unfolds, like
Radiant flowers aglow.
Beside you I’ve found
A love that abounds,
Rare as the petal
Among gold.

A kiss soft and tender
Natural and pure, brings
Notes that are pleasure azure

Melodic and sweet,
Yearning passion replete,

Love is a song ever sure.
Oh dream so fair ne’er
Varying there, for
Ever the bond we share.

Worth

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Of what more worth are we than dirt
with vain ambitions nigh
crawling up on spindly legs
to gaze upon the sky

Though filled with breath, of dust we’re made
within a moment gone
A rush to find our purpose here
while dying all along

Fist raised high, we malign our fate
as life goes storming past
Believing that our circumstance
has happened but by chance

With this perspective people find
our worth is hard to see
Nothing great have I to give,
what can my value be?

The world was created not to show
just how small we are
But to what lengths our God will go
how deep and wide and far

Our worth it comes from Him alone
in flesh He made it clear
He’s willing to do anything
to prove that you are dear

The Waiting

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Her hair hung down in ashen curls,
on skin all snowy white.
Hazel eyes adorned her face,
her collar buttoned tight.

A rosary wrapped around her hands,
on which countless prayers were raised,
a gift from Mom, to a little girl,
that lasted all her days.

The fret and worry all is gone.
It’s all so simple now.
No more hurting, no more pain,
upon her furrowed brow.

I stood and watched her one last breath,
her eyes turned cold and gray.
The doctor shut them one last time,
for life had slipped away.

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But then I saw her standing there
with a smile both warm and bright,
as the girl that I first loved,
at once regained her sight.

The waiting it was over now,
she was on the other side.
Now the day had finally come,
when again I’d hold my bride.

She ran to me, arms open wide,
and clutched me to her heart,
with love that lasted all our lives
no matter how far apart.

Three A.M.

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awakened again,
unable to sleep
for the stirrings below
of leviathans deep

never confronting
I choose to ignore
my ship in the harbor
my feet on the shore

no better than Ahab
who’s madness was clear
his obsession gave chase
whilst I cower in fear

from darkness they rise
up into the light
where I force them back down
for just one more night

when sleep finally comes
the alarm bids me wake
and I leave it behind
for my sanity’s sake

Tonight they’ll return
of this I am certain
when still in my bed
and drawn is my curtain

 

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