My Favorite Poetry

Here's a collection of poems I like. I think you might like them too!

May the blessings of light be upon you,
Light without and light within,
And in all your comings and goings,
May you ever have a kindly greeting
From them you meet along the road

May we live in peace without weeping.
May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing.
And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad

May your troubles be less
And your blessings be more.
And nothing but happiness
Come through your door.

No, not in days, months or years. It is measured by the most precious of all things...Love.

Without which all beings and things whether brave and/or beautiful would perish.
-- From Patsy and John in Australia

The Final Game

(This one won an award)

I cried and cried.
Endlessly waters streamed from unseen wells.
Time seemed to cease and wait with bated breath,
As questions screamed from deep inside:
Why do we turn away and leave the other,
Out in the cold of loneliness and sorrow?
Why has the way back to your heart, my brother,
Turned to a path where thorns and thistles grow?
When will the war be over, gone the wall,
And love revived, and harmony restored for all?
With barriers, insurmountable, and widening chasms,
Countries divided by the abyss of distrust
Is hope alive and can we yet be saved?
The answers slowly dawned. And now
Time is no longer standing still- its speeding!
The pieces on the chess board are arranged.
The first moves have been made.
You wonder at the power that is leading
The world from economic crashes, turmoil, hate,
To order, peace, prosperity so long desired.
The players play their game, eyeing their goal,
Brilliantly both, but one seems to control;
Is he a hero, impostor, Savior or foe?
Is he the Enemy who was defeated long ago?
One player, gently, with humility
Offers to you a brighter future's key.
The other, proudly clad in conqueror's guise,
All-promising, alas - his mouth is filled with lies.
Watch the game closely now and see
The glorious hidden majesty
Of Him whose victory is but delayed.
One player brings you freedom's call,
The other one will cause your fall.
Yours is the power to choose
Which side you're on, which role you play
Determines
Whether you will win or lose.
I challenge you to fight for love, relentless, without fear,
Tomorrow may be late, heed wisdom's voice today:
The end of the great game is almost here.

Love Is

Love is un-blind, love is true,
Love feels the hurt when you do.

Love is considerate, love gives.
Love overcomes all and forever lives.

Love is understanding of the heart.
Love gives you courage to try a new start.

Love is thoughtful, love finds a way.
Love is priceless and will last always.

-Rafael

THE 'U' IN JESUS

Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God even stuck U in the name of His Son.
And each time U pray, you'll see it's true
You can't spell out JesUs and not include U.
You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; that's why He came.
And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan.
The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.
When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.

"Go into the world and tell them it's true
That I love them all -
Just like I love U.

So many great people are spelled with a U,
Don't they have a right to know JesUs too?
It all depends now on what U will do,
He'd like them to know
But it all starts with U.

ANGELS ARE WITH US

Helping us through our days as we go along
And reminding us of what is right and what is wrong,
Angels are with us.

Comforting us in our hours of despair
And reassuring us of Jesus' love and care,
Angels are with us.

Fighting for us the forces of evil in a
constant spiritual war
What could we ask of more?
Angels are with us.

-Rafael

The Most Beautiful Flower

By Cheryl L. Costello-Forshey

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with
overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
"That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it midair without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every
second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in
his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

The Knock

There came a frantic knock at the doctor's office door,
A knock, more urgent than he had ever heard before,

"Come in, come in," the impatient doctor said,
"Come in, come in, before you wake the dead."

In walked a frightened little girl, a child no more than nine,
It was plain for all to see she had troubles on her mind,

"Oh doctor, I beg you, please come with me,
My mother is surely dying, she's as sick as she can be"

"I don't make house calls, bring your mother here."
"But she's too sick, so you must come or she will die, I fear."

The doctor, touched by her devotion, decided he would go,

She led him to her house where her mother lay in bed,
Her mother was so very sick she couldn't raise her head,

But her eyes cried out for help and help her the doctor did,
She would have died that very night had it not been for her kid.

The doctor got her fever down and she lived through the night,
And morning brought the doctor signs that she would be all right.

The doctor said he had to leave but would return again by two,
And later he came back to check, just like he said he'd do.

The mother praised the doctor for all the things he'd done,
He told her she would have died, were it not for her little one.

"How proud you must be of your wonderful little girl,
It was her pleading that made me come, she is really quite a pearl!"

"But doctor, my daughter died over three years ago.
Is the picture on the wall of the little girl you know?"

The doctors legs went limp, for the picture on the wall
Was the same little girl for whom he'd made this call.

The doctor stood motionless, for quite a little while,
And then his solemn face was broken by his smile,

He was thinking of that frantic knock heard at his office door,
And of the beautiful little angel that had walked across his floor.

How Great Indeed!

He is the First and Last, the Beginning and the End!
He is the keeper of Creation and the Creator of all!
He is the Architect of the universe and
the Manager of all times.
He always was, He always is, and He always will be...
Unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone!
He was bruised and brought healing!
He was pierced and eased pain!
He was persecuted and brought freedom!
He was dead and brought life!
He is risen and brings power!
He reigns and brings peace!
The world can't understand Him,
the armies can't defeat Him,
the schools can't explain Him, and
the leaders can't ignore Him.
Herod couldn't kill Him,
the Pharisees couldn't confuse Him, and
the people couldn't hold Him!
Nero couldn't crush Him,
Hitler couldn't silence Him,
the New Age can't replace Him, and
Donahue can't explain Him away!
He is Light, Love, Longevity, and Lord.
He is Goodness, Kindness, Gentleness, and God.
He is Holy, Righteous, Mighty, Powerful, and Pure.
His ways are right,
His Word is eternal,
His will is unchanging, and
His mind is on me.
He is my Redeemer,
He is my Savior,
He is my Guide, and
He is my Peace!
He is my Joy,
He is my Comfort,
He is my Lord, and
He rules my life!
I serve Him because His bond is love,
His burden is light, and
His goal for me is abundant life.
I follow Him because He is the Wisdom of the Wise,
the Power of the Powerful,
the Ancient of Days, the Ruler of Rulers,
the Leader of Leaders, the Overseer of the Overcomers, and
the Sovereign Lord of all that was and is and is to come.
And if that seems impressive to you, try this for size.
His goal is a relationship with ME!
He will never leave me,
never forsake me,
never mislead me,
never forget me,
never overlook me, and
never cancel my appointment in His appointment book!
When I fall, He lifts me up!
When I fail, He forgives!
When I am weak, He is strong!
When I am lost, He is the way!
When I am afraid, He is my courage!
When I stumble, He steadies me!
When I am hurt, He heals me!
When I am broken, He mends me!
When I am blind, He leads me!
When I am hungry, He feeds me!
When I face trials, He is with me!
When I face persecution, He shields me!
When I face problems, He comforts me!
When I face loss, He provides for me!
When I face Death, He carries me Home!
He is everything for everybody, everywhere,
every time, and every way.
He is God, He is faithful.
I am His, and He is mine!
My Father in heaven can whip the father of this world.
So, if you're wondering why I feel so secure, understand this...
He said it and that settles it.
God is in control, I am on His side, and
that means all is well with my soul.
Everyday is a blessing for GOD Is!

I love the Lord and thank Him for all that He does in my life,
therefore, I am passing this on. Yes, I do love Jesus.
He is my source of existence and my Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and everyday.
Without Him, I will be nothing.
Without Him, I am nothing but with Him, I can do all things.
Philippians 4:13

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