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Unbroken Vows

Vows were broken, Love, by an unplanned death.

Promises that were spoken by the living breath.

Vows softly spoken in the listener’s ears

Linger on after death, bringing forth anguished tears.

 

Neither mountains high nor rivers wide

Can stop or contain them, and they still abide.

Later, you’ll bring them as you wing your way

And join my spirit, awaiting on the other side.

 

Marvel not then upon this small wonder,

For what God joins together, nothing puts asunder.

Though you live on if I pass first,

Find peace and joy, my love.

My spirit patiently awaits you

While angels sing above.

 

Our spirits will again reunite on that golden strand,

In that timeless Shangri-la, never to part again.

Think not that it’s over, that death brings the end,

For the spirit lives forever and ever, even then.

 

Finish your journey.

Walk your path, following destiny’s pull.

Shine your light on friend and foe.

Live life to the full.

 

I loved you then; I love you now

As when I gave the ring

To seal the vow made long ago.

Oh, Death, where is thy sting?

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Friends

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Friends are those

Who’ll share joy or troubles.

With the help of friends,

One’s strength doubles.

 

Friends who listen

To both problems and trial,

No argument, cajoling,

No attempt to beguile.

 

Friends are those tested,

Who rise to the task

Answer the call,

Lending support without being asked.

 

Helping each other when necessary,

No apology or amend.

It’s easy to share troubles

With a close, cherished friend.

 

Living without friends

Is true sadness indeed,

For they share in your joy,

Sympathize with your need.

 

Remember — friends can’t be purchased,

For, if they could, what price?

To stand solidly beside you

Thirty times thrice.

The Entity

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Brighter than a falling meteor,

Shorter than an excited breath,

More fleeting than a passing moment,

Faster than a bolt of lightning.

 

Colder than a frigid arctic blast,

Higher than an eye straining cloud,

Softer than wind-blown thistledown,

Harder than the hardest diamond.

 

This entity comes quietly, yet quickly.

Lingers softly, burns hotly, turns cold

And leaves faster than it came.

 

Having brought joy with its arrival,

It now leaves sorrow in its wake.

 

Not to know it brings emptiness,

And to know it brings joy and bittersweet memories!

 

Such is this thing known throughout the world as Love…

And stranger still — no one can define it.

 

Prime Time

This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

Does watching a clear, fast mountain stream

While inhaling sweet, spruce-laden air

Or enjoying quiet serenity of beautiful aspens,

Gazing up at rough-cut grandeur of towering mountains

Cast a therapeutic spell?

The answer is freely available to anyone

Willing to venture out and sample

This boundless treasure.

Worries flow away merrily with the water’s rush.

Troubles vanish like smoke

In the crisp, cool air

Which teases the mountaintops.

Thoughts are free to wander aimlessly

While consuming enormous quantities

Of rich subject matter.

An all-elusive peace enters the dark,

Twisted inner recesses of the subconscious,

Bringing with it freshness and light.

Wild creatures scurry and flit about unconcerned,

As nature spins and weaves,

Displaying her enchanted magic.

An unspeakable sense of joy and well-being prevails,

Engulfing mere mortals,

Sealing the lips to silence,

For to speak might shatter the beautiful, fragile spell.

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