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I Believe
Posted by wfosterwelborn
When I hear a newborn baby’s cry
And the sun warms my back from a clear blue sky,
I believe!
When a cold white snowflake alights on my nose
And sun-warmed sand tickles my toes,
I believe!
When I can sense a presence and no one is there,
And trouble arises, yet I’m none the worse for wear,
I believe!
When problems surround us and evil raises its head,
I lean on the promises which stand me in good stead:
I believe!
I believe when I gaze on the immense, wonderful array
Of budding trees and flowering plants to children at play,
Yes, I believe!
The road is long and weary with hard labor along the way,
Yet we struggle on, hoping for a brighter day,
Striving to believe.
Should you listen carefully with your inner ear,
Spiritual music and words of praise will soothe away your fear.
Then maybe you’ll believe.
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Boring Words
Posted by wfosterwelborn
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Mumbo, Jumbo! Mumbo, Jumbo!
Monotone; loud and clear,
Bouncing off hallowed walls,
Bouncing off my ear.
Ears hear the words, but then,
They don’t really listen.
There are words and words, piled on top of words,
Yet the message is somehow missing.
To class you go, anticipation aglow,
Completely, academically gird.
Oh, Boy! What joy! You hear words,
And words, on top of words.
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Momma Bear and the Clown
Posted by wfosterwelborn
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Momma Bear spoke so softly,
“You know, I’ve seen you around.
I’ve been waiting for someone just like you.
Please, don’t make a sound.”
“If you’ll just listen quietly,
I’ll tell you how I feel.
Just look down deep into my eyes.
You’ll see my feeling’s real.”
“I know you’re usually laughing,
But I see you’re sad inside.
Because I feel true vibrations,
Emotions you can’t hide.”
“Come stay with me for awhile,
And I’ll soothe your aches and pains.
I’ll brighten the spots on your face,
And really make you smile.”
The clown looked at Momma Bear,
His heart like pick-up sticks.
Caution weaved through his mind,
‘Cause bears and clowns don’t mix.
He gazed into her large brown eyes.
Her love came shining through.
He dwelled languorously there
In limpid pools of sunshine and skies of blue.
The end begins here with words,
Yet not a single sound.
Listen carefully to laughter’s merry peals.
Smile — it’s just Momma Bear and her Clown.
All Is Well
Posted by wfosterwelborn
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I hear You calling
From high mountains.
Among stately spruce trees,
I hear You whisper:
“Peace be still…always.
I walk before you.
Straight is the pathway.
All is well.”
In quiet places, I seek You
And carefully listen,
For in my mind I hear
Your voice softly speaking.
My refreshed spirit soars
Upward in exultation,
Unfolding in reverence,
Know and accepting.
Yes, Peace is Mine…
Your gift to all who
Seek to know You.
All is well. All is well.
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Friends
Posted by wfosterwelborn
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.
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