as though a goddess

It was as though you were a goddess,
Though I know you mortal be,
And both time and age
Will take their toll on thee.

A moment of beauty and youth,
As if a glimpse of eternity;
What may have been had not
Our parents eaten from the tree.

Time takes its toll on us all
In this broken world you see;
But in a brief moment of youthful beauty
Was a hint of earth redeemed.

(Copyright © 2009 All rights reserved.

(In this poem I am using the word "goddess" in the way I believe C.S. Lewis would have used it.)

Fragments

Fragments of each other’s life.
Some brief encounters here,
Brief conversations there.
Fragments and parts,
Hints of who we really are.
Impossible it is
To encompass the whole
Of each other’s life.
Like an incomplete puzzle
Gaping holes and pieces missing.
Our imagination left to fill in the gaps;
Often incorrect and incomplete.
We are left with only
The fragments of each other’s life we hold.
Fragments taken in prayer
To the One who knows the whole.
Prayer for one another
Springing from the fragments
Of each other’s life we hold.

(July 20, 1998, copyright © 1998, All right reserved.)

Lives Touching Briefly

Lives touching briefly,
Touching one another for a moment of time.
Passing on after that brief moment
To their separate ways;
Not always knowing
What has been left in each other’s heart.
Nor how deep such things can go,
Down into the very depths of soul.
Each living with choices each has made.
Each living the time Providence has gave.
Each to that duty to which God has called.
Very rare it is indeed
Such paths to cross again in life.
What is left is memory,
And that place deep down in the heart.
That longing for Eternity,
When all of His a heart ever loved
Are again together, to never part.

(May 30, 1998, copyright © 1998, All right reserved.)

Ghosts

They haunt the edges of memory;
Images floating through the mind,
Far back from long ago.
Some no longer breath.
If others do,
I do not know.

They lived and breathed
In my life at one time;
Passing acquaintances,
For a brief or longer moment
Our lives were once in-twined.

Then our separate ways we went,
By death or living providence;
Only memory to remain;
The ghosts of my life
Floating through my mind.


(Copyright © July 2009. All rights reserved.)

Seperate Paths

Many years ago it was,
The paths of our lives
Went along side by side,
Along the way God gave each to trod.
Part of each other’s life it seemed,
Sharing hopes and dreams
And other things that we believed.

I can remember though,
When in my mind I could see,
Our paths were to part to their separate ways.
Yours up the side of a mountain steep,
But I along a lower place
My path would take my feet.

And as I saw it in my mind,
It actually came to pass.
Our paths did part.
No more seen or heard.
Paths parting with hardly a word.

I often wondered over the years
How your path has been.
What joys, what tears,
What dreams and fears,
Your path to you did send.

I still have some confidence
One day before His glorious throne
Our paths will come together again.
As each of the paths He gave us to trod,
Will bring us to His Home.

(August 1, 1998, copyright © 1998, All right reserved.)

The Gloaming

How I love the gloaming,
The twilight of the day;
When the colors of the sky are faded,
Yet linger a while to stay.

The light in the west, it lingers,
Holding the darkness at bay.
And in it there is a promise,
Of a dawn of another day.

How I love the gloaming,
When the sun has finally set.
Yet it’s faint rays still glimmer
Far off out in the West.

It is a magic time of day,
Between the light and dark;
Just before the first star’s glimmer
The night begins to mark.

How I love the gloaming,
At the twilight of the day.
Mysterious and magical,
A precious time to pray.

(August 18, 1998. Copyright © 1998, All right reserved.)

Winter Earth

The earth lies silently
'Neath its blanket asleep.
The wind cuts raw and cold
Into the marrow deep.

Over open meadow;
Over woodland place;
Under its white blanket,
Quiet sleep upon its face.

Days begin to linger;
Sun's rays slanting steep,
Calling to the earth
Under its blanket fast asleep.

Promise of resurrection
In its bosom keeps,
As it lays beneath its blanket,
Dormant, dead, asleep.

(Copyright © February 2, AD 2001. All rights reserved.)

(I was looking through an old journal of sorts and found this poem I had written, but had never published. I thought it appropriate for this time of year.)

Days Gone By

I remember way back when,
A long, long time ago.
Young we were and off we went
Into the world to go.
Our paths went here.
Our paths went there,
Life did so quickly fly.
And now a lifetime latter,
We remember days gone by.

(Copyright © February 26, 2010. All rights reserved.)

Another Blog?

When Geocities died, I moved my poetry and stories to another venue. I'm not satisified that venue is giving my writing the wider visability I'd like it to have. I don't pretend this is great writing, but I want to share it with a potentialy wider audience. So here I am.

I'll be posting my own poetry as well as other poetry I enjoy.