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Jerusalem
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
She sits on a battle-scarred hill,
Standing quietly like a lone sentinel,
Waiting through clear, starlit nights
For history to turn yet another page.
Resting against an ancient olive tree,
From Gethsemane, I gaze across the valley.
She looks like a dull jewel
In desperate need of a good polishing.
War, tears, bloodshed and misery
Have been seen often by her.
She wears them like every day apparel.
Peace is not found within her walls.
Yet it’s written that a child was born
In a village known as Bethlehem
That’s just south of where I rest,
Just as the prophecy foretold.
Born in the bloodline of David,
Root and stem of Jesse,
Born to die, yet live again
And live forevermore. Amen!
His house was over there
Across the little valley.
All that’s left of it now
Is the Wailing Wall.
The mind boggles at the battles fought,
At the endless bloodshed,
The lives and dramas played out
And history that touches lives untold.
Here on this dry,
Barren landscape…
Where water and not gold
Molds the lives of the people.
The bride to be
Patiently awaits her groom
To dazzle the whole world
On her wedding day.
I Am
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
That which refreshes my soul.
That which renews my life.
That which gives life meaning.
That which gives purpose to existence.
That which gives center, balance,
Quietly directing our pathways.
That which our consciousness innately
Understands is right or wrong.
That which is beautiful from any angle,
In any light, from any distance.
That which cannot be changed, disfigured,
Or transformed into anything but beautiful.
That which is true to life forever.
That which lives in truth throughout eternity.
That which brings peaceful serenity
As it strips away falsehoods by knowledge.
That which makes the unique, alone,
Thrills us, yet challenges us onward.
That in us which cannot be denied
But accepted and exalted in reverence.
The I AM of the Universe, Father of Lights,
The Alpha and Omega, first and last,
Which lived, died, yet lives again forevermore.
That is what we recognize in ourselves! HIM!
Glorify His Name in all places, at all times
That your days may be long, your peace steady.
Praise Him in all things, for all blessings.
Place your feet upon the path and follow HIM!
Reach For The Stars
Always reach for the stars!
If you only achieve halfway,
you’ll have gone farther than most
Because they failed to even try.
Add feet to your dreams and prayers.
Start by writing them down,
including a beginning step to make them a reality.
Synergy will be created thereby.
Seek
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Seek not for that which is not,
Nor ever was.
Follow not after lies
Or man-made cause.
Seek out truth and
“Peace be still.”
Let your heart and soul
Be filled.
Seek for that which was
And still is.
Love and Life —
Both are His.
More precious than the Rubaiyat
of Omar Khayyam.
Seek and find the one
And only true “I AM.”
Cowboy’s Prayer
This comes from Autumn Leaves:
Now I lay me down to sleep
In open spaces
Lest I weep.
Saddle for a pillow,
Chaps for a spread,
Starlit canopy overhead.
And should I die
Before dawn’s break,
Thank you, Lord, for your fair shake.
Amen
Prayers, Dreams and Goals
When you pray for something, add feet to your prayers – Do something about it.
When you dream, add wings to your dreams – Take action, no matter how small.
If you have a goal, write it down and put it somewhere you can see it.
You will be reminding yourself that you are working towards and end,
not just wandering aimlessly.
Anyone can do nothing – It takes someone to accomplish something.
Don’t forget Synergy – an object in motion generates forward movement.
Remember Serendipity – Along the way, enjoy all the good stuff that happens.
Together At Last
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
We’ve traveled many miles,
Both you and I,
Always searching
For when and why.
Our pathways meandered
In different directions,
Overcoming many obstacles,
Mixed with objections.
Dark clouds and emotions
Fulfilled our days,
As we struggled along
Our own separate ways.
The hunger never died,
Instead it actually grew,
Propelling us forward
As life turned its screw.
Let others hoot and moan
Their pitiful dirge,
Because, by mere chance,
Our pathways did merge.
Together we stand
As a powerful shield,
Radiating sunshine’s rays
Which we both wield.
What’s mine is yours;
What’s yours is mine.
We know “who” we are;
Let the others mark time.
Let’s not say forever,
Who can fathom that deep?
Today is enough…
Forever ours to keep.
The Path
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
A son of the dirt since my birth,
I look back without rancor or mirth,
And — I remember.
Polished words did not pass my lips,
Nor fine clothes touch my fingertips,
And — I remember.
Without inheritance in the land,
Through struggles and hunger, I grew into a man,
And — I remember.
Beaten but never bowed,
In the School of Hard Knocks I was endowed,
And — I remember.
Wealth and power were never my goal.
I wanted water for thirst, food for my soul,
And — it happened.
No longer hungry or thirsty, I’m fed and gird.
I’m finding the answers, written in the Word,
And — I won’t forget.
I’ve found the path that’ll take me home,
And I’ll go in peace, remembering,
As I say, “Shalom!”
Life
These thoughts come from Autumn Leaves:
The marvel of life…
Like the unfolding petals of the rose,
Awakening to greet the first warm rays of the morning sun.
The marvel of life…
Like a microscopic speck mingled in the cosmic dust of the universe,
Dawdling and dancing to the muted dreams of eternity.
The marvel of life…
Toiling unceasingly with the aspirations of its gender,
Gathering the wisdom of the ages, dreaming the dreams of by-gone eras.
The marvel of life…
Growing hot, waxing brighter in the pursuit of achievement,
Yet, when suppressed and thwarted constantly by unknown forces,
Flickers and finally dies.
Levels
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Speak diligently, strive hard
Seeking to find
Higher truths, awareness levels…
Always use your mind.
First level, fresh mind,
Everything new, white as chalk.
Learned to speak, began to think,
Slowly learned to walk.
Second Level, awkward years,
Body strong, learning right from wrong.
Having fun, wild free years,
Lackadaisical attitude, trying to belong.
Third Level, maturity, responsibilities,
Striving to fulfill our dreams,
Different places, varied faces,
Drowning in waterless streams.
Fourth Level, yearning yet stable,
Successful, empty, desire burning.
Appreciation of art, beauty, humanity,
Thoughts always churning.
Fifth Level, consciousness abides.
A foreboding feeling,
Something surely missing,
Emptiness, realization stealing.
Sixth Level, words like stone,
Deep impressions stand alone.
A deep, soft voice says, “Welcome,”
Chill inside my bones.
Seventh Level, deep voice, all-wise,
Henceforth and upwards is paradise,
Length, depth and breadth,
Measured with cubic rod.
Speak with praise forevermore,
Wrapped in Love,
Praise His Holy name for
You now speak with GOD!
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