It’s peaceful out
And gentle wind
Whispers love into my soul
It’s quiet here
And rest I’ve found
Your sunshine careful in its glow
And standing here
I look around
I see my raindrops falling down
As mist rises up
To meet the rays
And lend its nurturing spirit there
So flowers bloom
And buds break forth
In graceful beauty all around
While clouds appear
And lend their shade
From overwhelming bursts of joy
And in this space
Of growth and peace
It’s the end of the day, and I need a break.
I can’t possibly learn anything more
With this headache.
Check the tide charts for the state of the shore -
Looks like it’ll be
A negative point nine
In an hour or two. Let’s see -
I’ll whip on some sunblock (the dog starts to whine)
Grab a hat (lost my sunglasses), check my chair
For the keys (he’s barking now).
Snap on a leash. Step outside. Such cool air
I’m not used to on a sunny day. But how
Fresh the wind is, how the walk
We take happiness for granted. It's like we think we deserve it. But we don't. Ultimately we deserve hell. Christ changed that by suffering the wrath of God in our place so that we can experience the joy of eternal life.
Happiness is temporal but joy is found in the eternal.
So we should be joyful...when? Only when we remember what lies ahead (in heaven)? Or how about when things are going our way? Rejoice in the Lord every-once-in-a-while? No. "Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, rejoice." (Phil. 4:4)
Happiness is
A buoyant smile
That laughs and lifts
You on for a mile –
A full, white moon
In the middle of the night
Whose beams fall like snow
Making dark meadows bright –
A horse that gallops
To say hello
Tossing its head
Prancing to and fro –
A little puzzle
Made of math
That takes an hour of
Thought without wrath –
I hear some far-off song
or perhaps a little ditty,
And I may hum along
as I stroll throughout the city.
A dove begins to croon
the song I heard the world singing
it is a mournful tune
while that bird ‘round me is winging
But I skip through the crowds,
ignoring all the staring folk,
(I know my smile clouds
their somber lifestyle’s yoke.)
How can I bring myself
to sorrow for their discomfort?
Should joy be on a shelf,
Till no one objects or retorts?
This is the land of Freedom and Justice
or is it?
where we swear under God.
Under God we stand
a nation once rose tall
yet if our sins we keep
our nation soon will fall.
Prophets of today
stand up and tell us plain
'a nation who slaughters her children
never more will gain.'
Still we press on forward
"rights" for each and all
yet in the hurry to let each do as he will
we forget the rights of the small.
An essay I wrote last week. Enjoy and God bless y'all! :)
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Everyone in this world, with little or much, has something that makes them happy. There are at least five major things that make me happy and I am going to state them.
No, there’s nothing that you said;
No, I’m not insane.
I’m smiling ‘cause I feel like it
The “why” doesn’t have to be plain.
more than bloodied scars
more than the wounds and mars
better than a joyful song
better than the happy throng
is the freedom cry
louder than the plea for help
louder then the cry itself
passion fiercer than the shots
passion greater than the thoughts
is the freedom cry
something that my heart inflates
something that my soul translates
something that my mind holds dear
something more important than the years
this the freedom cry
Dance with me, elegant shadow!
take my warm fingers into your cool palm,
dance with me, dance with me, shadow!
across the moonlit lawn
Dance with me, bright-eyed shadow,
and spin me through the pale light
of the clock-face and star-falls
of the first autumn night
Dance with me, fleet-footed shadow!
Let the music be our guide,
let the notes of the bat-calls keep ringing
as they flit beneath the sky
Star-strewn, it glitters
blackened, and bright