Poetry
by dove
At The
Sound
Waiting
in the wee hours
longing
for your touch.
Closing
my eyes,
recalling
a glance,
smelling
the fragrance
of
your cologne
listening
to sounds
that
pass by.
Stillness
is broken,
a
flit of my heart,
at
the sound of you.
Basking
In His Presence
Basking
in His presence-
I
was changed,
my
past sins were fading in His light.
Basking
in His presence-
His
blood covers it all like a flood,
it
was poured out from the cross.
Basking
in His presence-
Light
did shine from above,
to
the dark recesses of my heart.
Basking
in His presence-
Created
limb and heart alike,
precious
moment pounding might.
Basking
in His presence-
Breath
came anew,
warmth
and love emotions true.
Basking
in His presence-
My
life was birthed,
a
new creature from above.
Basking
in His presence-
I
could see again all the fresh,
colors
of the Autum tree.
Basking
in His presence-
Illness
and sickness ran away,
wellness
and happiness replaced it so.
Basking
in His presence-
I
will to thee,
Give
my life a willing vessel.
A
Child
(To
My Oldest ~ Joshua)
While
I sit here
watching
you play,
All
the energy
you
display.
From
where I
could
never guess,
The
store of plenty
without
rest.
I
get tired
in
your wake,
Trying
to keep up
for
your sake.
Cleaning
up
all
the mess,
Big
and
little
clutters.
Then
as night calls
you
to the pillow,
I
see your softness
and
your mellow.
I
know your a child
for
just a moment,
Tis
something
so
unavoidable.
To
let you grow
into
the man,
God
had made
in
His plan.
Complacency
Contented
when all is a loss
ever
the sound of quiet
when
noise is around
fearing
to act
in
a self-paced ado
colors
but grey
when
vivid alive
many
a cry
just
being alone
open
the darkness
night
'tis rest
soft
on a roughness
smooth
to the glass
fold
up the covers
of
life's little dance
made
your own pleasure
simple
yet true
Darkness
I
sit alone listening to the silence,
the
cold dark and lonesome night....
it
peers back at me... does not answer my cries.
It
only looks on as it covers me...
surrounds
me with it's tender arms so strong yet,
so
unwilling to give of all that it is.
Can
I penetrate the dark ness... no.. where would I
begin...
do
I surrender myself to it's call..... ever so
beckoning
me on...
an
offer.... a tug..... a yearn...... a sweet kiss
upon
by heart.....
I
can not penetrate it, yet I find it seeping into me.
Glimpses
Whirling
gasping
aches
and pains
pounding,
pounding
rushing
through these veins
Time
evaporates
to
despair
plunging,
plunging
beyond
repair
Fills
my heart
sullen
feelings
blooming,
blooming
into
sultry love
Moment
finds moment
until
the day
that
love is shaken
to
a rejoicing ray
In
his tenderness
lives
the reason
why
I died
and
now life is risen
No
more sadness
to
display to thee
my
lover morning
Oh,
awaken me
Heart's
Struggle
Heart's
struggle
heavy
and full
from
morning to night
one
moment
it
is day and the light
heart
that is
overflowing
with blood
dripping
here
leaving
little droplets
everywhere
it
goes
hard
pressed
within
sinking
yet deeper
every
step that
it
takes
which
direction
heart
does not know
how
to choose
wind
blows
touches
the
wound
stings
