For Our Lady Of The Rocks By Leonardo Da Vinci
Mother, is this the darkness of the end,
The Shadow of Death? and is that outer sea
Infinite imminent Eternity?
And does the death-pang by man's seed sustained
In Time's each instant cause thy face to bend
Its silent prayer upon the Son, while He
Blesses the dead with His hand silently
To His long day which hours no more offend?
Mother of grace, the pass is difficult,
Keen as these rocks, and the bewildered souls
Throng it like echoes, blindly shuddering through.
Thy name, O Lord, each spirit's voice extols,
Whose peace abides in the dark avenue
Amid the bitterness of things occult.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Life and Death, How Ironic
Life, it described my Mother
Life, she was the image
Life, she was healthy
Life, she loved every day
Life, you saw it in her eyes
Life, you heard it in her voice
Life, how ironic it could be
Death, the impossible
Death, too somber a thought for her
Death, she would live a long, long time before it would confront her
Death, sickness maybe, but there is always a cure
Death, not even a thought in the doctor’s mind
Death, it now replaced life
Life and death, my mother passed away with a look of peace on her face
She died knowing that she lived every moment to the fullest.
poem by Janice Karp
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A Single Candle/Death Herself
A single flame lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death
Her hands clasped anrond their souls
The souls of the dead
She feeds of their screams
The screams of the dead
Her legs lay bellow her
Bellow death
Her black gown over her body
The body of death
Her chest rises and falls with her breath
The breath of death
Her cloak drawn over her long flowing jet hair
The face of death
Her eyes unmoved unfeeling
Do you see it?
Do you see the soul of death?
Do you feel it?
Her skin as white as snow as it fades into darkness
The snow of tears
Her cloths as dark as night that swallows the light
The dark we all shall see
Her eyes close as she feels their souls flow
Flow from the dead
She leaves them there to lay in darkness
She steals from the dead
A single candle lights their faces filled with her
Filled with death
They fall into the darkness of her eyes, of her heart
The darkness of death
A single candle shall stay to light their way
Their way through the dark
A single candle holds their past
The pain and trials
A single candle lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death herself
A single candle
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Mother Gives Us
Mother gives us
Material prosperity
Mother gives us
Spiritual freedom.
Boundless
Mother's grace
Illimitable
Mother's mercy
Infinite
Mother's knowledge
Immeasurable
Mother's power
Ineffable
Mother's glory
Indescribable
Mother's splendour.
Thanks Mother
You are present
You are past and
You are our future
And you are beyond
Time and space
It is for you
We are here and
Showing our face.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Eyes Of Death
I have stared into the eyes of death with my own
It is hard to see death eye to eye, face to face
Many times death leaves a cold darkness
Other times death leaves a bright light
There are many who may welcome death
They are ready to meet their maker face to face
Others attempt death by their own hand
For whatever reason I can see the torment in their eyes
I have stared into the eyes od death only to see darkness
It has been my own death that I have seen
Many times by my own hand
Others by the hand of others I have seen my death in their eyes
Whatever death is my fate let me face it
Eye to eye as I have seen others no regrets
Even though I would be dead
Let others see that I have made peace with my maker and others
poem by Robin Conley
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Verses Wrought
I do not know just how or when, God will send something to my pen,
From something that's on my heart, a thought God desires to impart,
Throughout my day, just as I go, thoughts from above seem to flow,
While I begin with simply a thought, by The Spirit verses are wrought.
It is The Lord God, Who blesses me, with these verses, that you see,
As these words that I pass along; the credit for all, does truly belong,
To The Lord God, Who reigns above, inspiring the verses, I speak of,
These very words, which I pen, that God has me share with other men.
God pens verses from my prose, through ways only The Spirit knows,
This when God's Spirit is inclined, to guide these thoughts in my mind,
In ways which only The Spirit can, as my Lord fills just an ordinary pen,
God blessing me, with His choice, to use my pen, instead of my voice.
Blessings, I hope to pass your way, with verses, on what I have to say,
As The Lord moves upon my heart, regarding thoughts I wish to impart,
From my thoughts God takes words, and He compiles them into verse,
Through ways that only God can do, so that I may share them with you.
Sharing with many through my life, the Truth and Grace of Jesus Christ,
Sharing Truths, you may have heard, that you find in God's Holy Word,
And Grace, which God bestows on us, when we follow The Lord Jesus,
All this as my Savior blesses me, while He guides me home to Eternity.
Day By Day
Day by day I am in the hand, of The Father and The Son of Man,
In His hand, I’m there to stay; no one friend can snatch me away.
Even my own wandering heart, from The Lord can never depart.
For when I attempt to stray, He prods me back to the narrow way.
God sealed my fate on the day; I met Christ Jesus along the way,
Sealed for the Day of Redemption, when I accepted His Salvation.
I was sealed with The Spirit of God, to guide me every step I trod.
And sealed with God’s guarantee, that He will lead me to Eternity.
He guides my path at every turn, with a peace to ease all concern.
If there is a trial around the bend, sufficient Grace God shall send.
God’s promises are tried and true, what He says I know He will do,
So I depend on Him along the way, as I travel life’s path every day.
And whenever I am about to fall, I remember He is The Lord of all,
He strengthens my feeble knees, and fills my heart with His peace.
And this peace from His Grace, He bestows on me in every place.
It is the Grace that I received, when in Christ Jesus I had believed.
Ahead dark times are sure to come, so I will follow God’s Only Son.
For Christ is the only sure Light, through the darkness of the night.
He is aware of all my trials too, and He will surely see me through.
The Grace He sent to set me free, will guide me home to Eternity.
(Copyright ©07/2005)
Gone But Not Forgotten
Yes, you're gone but not forgotten, the memories still cling!
Yes, I know that death must happen yet I'm still wondering!
I have ten thousand anecdotes that only we have shared...
Enough to stir ten thousand notes, enough to prove I cared...
And yet I care more now than then, the grief consumes me still...
Your passing is beyond my ken... In fact, it's made me ill...
I hear your voice within the house, yes, even though you've gone!
Although I'm silent as a mouse, your voice won't carry on!
You speak my name, a moment's grace, a gift from God I think...
I look around to see your face... my timing out of sync...
I know you've gone! Your ghost abides! Your spirit dwells in dreams!
Sometimes my spirit coincides as if we're joining streams...
It's then that I fear for my mind... They say time heals our hearts...
I pray God's healing I will find and that a new life starts...
Perhaps I'm meant to love again! If so, then bless me now...
In truth, I don't know where or when! What will the Lord allow?
Yet if I stay a single soul, and marriage isn't mine...
Down Memory Lane I'm proud to stroll to seek the Valentine
Who stole my very heart away a long, long time ago...
Though gone still loved this very day... As if you didn't know...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Hymn 60
The Virgin Mary's song.
Luke 1:46ff.
Our souls shall magnify the Lord,
In God the Savior we rejoice:
While we repeat the Virgin's song,
May the same Spirit tune our voice!
[The Highest saw her low estate,
And mighty things his hand hath done:
His overshadowing power and grace
Makes her the mother of his Son.
Let ev'ry nation call her blest,
And endless years prolong her fame;
But God alone must be ador'd:
Holy and reverend is his name.]
To those that fear and trust the Lord,
His mercy stands for ever sure:
From age to age his promise lives,
And the performance is secure.
He spake to Abram and his seed,
In thee shall all the earth be blessed;"
The memory of that ancient word
Lay long in his eternal breast.
But now no more shall Isr'el wait,
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn:
Lo, the desire of nations comes;
Behold, the promised seed is born!
poem by Isaac Watts
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Uncertainties Ahead
There is now a darkness before me, a darkness filled with uncertainty,
Yet, the One who I am certain of, is my Lord God, Who reigns above;
Above me always, God resides, and in God’s Truth, my heart abides,
So my Lord forever lights my ways, even through these darkest days.
As dark and uncertain it may appear, the Lord my God is always near,
Truly walking by my side every day, as Christ leads me along the way,
Then as darkness seems to overtake, my life, my Lord God will make,
A way which sees me safely through, in ways that only God could do.
This present darkness, I face now, The Lord in Heaven just may allow,
To mold me as a believer to grow, or for reasons that I may not know,
Or allowed by God; a trial or a test, as He wants for me His very best,
So whatever reason this time I face, God will supply all needed Grace.
God is in total control of all my life, as I follow my Lord, Jesus Christ,
And in God’s Word it’s understood, everything happens for our good,
While unknowing what the outcome is, I am totally secure in being His,
And while in His hand safe and secure, through any trial I shall endure.
All my trials and the uncertainties, my Lord and God knows and sees,
And when that trial is dark as night, I am guided by my Savior’s Light,
It is God’s Love, not my endurance, that provides me total assurance,
And God’s overwhelming Peace, as that darkness begins to increase.
(Copyright ©11/2010)
Mother
'MOTHER! Mother!' he called as he fell
In the horror there
Of a bursting shell
That strewed red flesh on the air.
Far away over sea and land:
The knitting dropt
From an old white hand,
And a heart for an instant stopt.
But it was Death, dark mother and wise,
All-tenderest,
Who kissed his eyes
And gathered him to her breast.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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A Lament
Flowers in their freshness are flushing the earth,
And the voice-peopled forest is loud in its mirth,
And streams in their fulness are laughing at dearth—
Yet my bosom is aching.
There’s shadow on all things—the shadow of woe—
It falls from my spirit wherever I go,
As from a dark cloud drifting heavy and slow,
For my spirit is weary.
Ah! what can be flowers in their gladness to me,
Or the voices that people the green forest tree,
Or the full joy of streams—since my soul sighs, ah me!
O’er the grave of my Mary.
Under the glad face of nature, her face
Hath carried down with it all beauty and grace;
Pale is it there in that dark silent place—
Mary! oh Mary!
Children are by me—her children; oh God!
To see where their feet have unwittingly trod,
Tiny tracks in the loam of the new broken sod
Betwixt them and their mother!
Betwixt them and the true one who loved us in truth,
Who bore them, and died ’mid the hopes of her youth!
Who would live in a world where nor anguish nor ruth
May avail the bereaved ones.
Yet must I live, lest her spirit should say,
Meeting mine in its flight from this vesture of clay,
“Where are our little ones? Where do they stay?
And why did you leave them?”
If for them only, then, so must it be,
See, I remain with them, Mary! but see
How lonely we stand in a world without thee!
Mary! oh Mary!
I live, but death’s shadow is over me cast;
And even when wearied woe sleepeth at last,
Some dream of the dead, sighing out of the past,
Is alive in the darkness!
Could I but weep, it were comfort, though brief;
But the fountain of tears by the fire of my grief
Hath been dried to its dregs, and can shed no relief
On the thirst of my eyelids.
As music that wasteth away on the blast,
As the last ray by the sunken sun cast,
All my heart’s gladness hath died in the past,—
Mary! oh Mary!
poem by Charles Harpur
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(Mother poems) To his mother the kitchen meit
Mother, Mother
D'you see that there
Beer hall
I don't want to go there
Mother, mother
Do you see those there boys and girls
Into that abandoned house they go
To make babies as if baby making
Is going out of fashion
Protect me mother I don't
Want to run with the wrong crowd
Mother, mother
Do you see that man
He carries death
In the bulging bag slung casually on his
Broad shoulders
He sells drugs and illicit booze
Stand close to me mum I don't want
To fall into the clutches of the bootleggers
And the merchants of death the drug lords
Mother, mother
Do you see that inviting
Jail house
Be with me mother
Give me the tons of your love
I don't want to miss you in jail
Mother, mother
Do you see that silent cemetery
Stand by my side mother
For I am scarred
And the cemetery is so silent
So discouraging for those who don't
Want to die young
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Motherless Children
(traditional)
Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord.
Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord.
They dont have anywhere to go;
Wandering around from door to door.
Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord.
Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord.
Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord.
Father will do the best he can;
So many things a father cant understand.
Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord.
Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead, lord.
Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead, lord.
Sister will do the best she can;
So many things a sister cant understand.
Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead.
When your mother is dead, when your mother is dead.
When your mother is dead, lord, when your mother is dead.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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The Old Clock on the Stairs
Somewhat back from the village street
Stands the old-fashioned country-seat.
Across its antique portico
Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw;
And from its station in the hall
An ancient timepiece says to all, -
'Forever - never!
Never - forever!'
Half-way up the stairs it stands,
And points and beckons with its hands
From its case of massive oak,
Like a monk, who, under his cloak,
Crosses himself, and sighs, alas!
With sorrowful voice to all who pass, -
'Forever - never!
Never - forever!'
By day its voice is low and light;
But in the silent dead of night,
Distinct as a passing footstep's fall,
It echoes along the vacant hall,
Along the ceiling, along the floor,
And seems to say, at each chamber-door, -
'Forever - never!
Never - forever!'
Through days of sorrow and of mirth,
Through days of death and days of birth,
Through every swift vicissitude
Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood,
And as if, like God, it all things saw,
It calmly repeats those words of awe, -
'Forever - never!
Never - forever!'
In that mansion used to be
Free-hearted Hospitality;
His great fires up the chimney roared;
The stranger feasted at his board;
But, like the skeleton at the feast,
That warning timepiece never ceased, -
'Forever - never!
Never - forever!'
There groups of merry children played,
There youths and maidens dreaming strayed;
O precious hours! O golden prime,
And affluence of love and time!
Even as a miser counts his gold,
Those hours the ancient timepiece told, -
'Forever - never!
Never - forever!'
From that chamber, clothed in white,
The bride came forth on her wedding night;
There, in that silent room below,
The dead lay in his shroud of snow;
And in the hush that followed the prayer,
Was heard the old clock on the stair, -
'Forever - never!
Never - forever!'
All are scattered now and fled,
Some are married, some are dead;
And when I ask, with throbs of pain,
'Ah! when shall they all meet again?'
As in the days long since gone by,
The ancient timepiece makes reply, -
'Forever - never!
Never - forever!'
Never here, forever there,
Where all parting, pain, and care,
And death, and time shall disappear, -
Forever there, but never here!
The horologe of Eternity
Sayeth this incessantly, -
'Forever - never!
Never - forever!'
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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But For The Grace Of God
I can hear the neighbors
They're arguin' again
And there hasn't been peace on our street
Since who knows when
I don't mean to listen in
But the shoutin' is so loud
I turn up the radio to drown it out
And silently I say a little prayer
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of you love
And I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
I can see that old man
He's walking past our door
And I've been told that he's rich
But he seems so poor
'Cause no one comes to call on him
And his phone it never rings
He wanders through his empty home
Surrounnded by his things
And silently I say a little prayer, yes I do
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of you love
And I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
I look around and all I see
Is your happiness embracing me
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
Oh Lord I'd be lost
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
Oh Lord I'd be lost
But for the grace of God
song performed by by Keith Urban
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When Death Calls
He saw the world, dim with the glow of the vertical sun
His skin crept cold knowing that this was the hours of dying
Misguided mortals, youll burn with me
Spirit of man, cannot be freed.
When death calls - this is the hours of dying
When death calls - the spirit of man cannot be freed
When death calls - theres no tomorrow
When death calls - just an evil shadow
Tell me not fear of the flames means that heaven is closer
For I believe satan lives, in the souls of the dying
Misguided mortals, youll burn with me
Spirit of man, cannot be freed.
When death calls - heaven is closer
When death calls - feel the heat of the flames from the souls of the dying
When death calls - here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
When death calls - youre gonna burn
Dont look in those sunken eyes
Dont look and youll stay alive
Dont laugh at the face of death or your toungue will blister
Cant die until satan says you die
And satan takes your soul
In the face of death or your toungue will blister
Dont look in those sunken eyes
Dont look and youll stay alive
Dont laugh at the face of death or your toungue will blister
Cant die until satan says you die
The devil takes your soul
With all his wrath he calls the reaper
When death calls - this is the hours of dying
When death calls - the spirit of man cannot be freed
When death calls - theres no tomorrow
When death calls - just an evil shadow
When death calls - feel the heat of the flames from the souls of the dying
When death calls - youre gonna burn, burn, burn
When death calls - heaven is closer
When death calls - I can feel it, gonna take you down
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Thanks Again
Today, I thank God once more, for sending me a Savior and Lord,
For reaching down into this life, where darkness and sins were rife,
For sending The Holy Spirit of God, upon men on this earthly sod,
To deliver men on this earth, through His Truth and a spiritual birth.
God leads with Truth as I hear it, through the indwelling Holy Spirit,
God’s Holy Spirit which I received, the very moment that I believed,
Producing in me peace and love, that comes from The Lord above,
A love within that He preserves, that no one on earth truly deserves.
Tomorrow, I’ll thank God again, that through Christ I am born again,
Born into His Eternal Family, that without Grace, I would never see,
But now, I know I’ll see His face, for I’ve been saved by His Grace,
Saved by my Savior and my Lord, to reign with Christ forevermore.
Indeed for me, God has done, so much through my life in His Son,
A life which I never had before, I entered through that Narrow Door,
One that opens to greater things, serving Christ, The King of kings,
And after this I’ll receive rewards, all from Christ, the Lord of Lords.
I cannot thank The Lord enough, for all of His Mercy and His Love,
For sending, His Only Son, Christ, to pay for me the ultimate price,
And that the Savior who died for me, become my Lord for Eternity,
For by the death of Jesus Christ, God has granted me Eternal Life.
The Horror Of The War
Of night How long time it has been you and me were best friends
I can't imagine even you've changed your face
How long time every day wiped away my pain
But last night even you became a strange
Oh night you were my best friend
Even you became so cruel how strange
What's wrong the world all have changed
Ah world humanity from you is lost how a unbearable reality
The horror of the dreary war surrounding everywhere rendering sullen vain strain
Everywhere the sounds of the bombs
The mortality voice of war is shouting through the darkness of the night covering. All around
Oh night what a horror I can't bear all this pain the ugly sound of the guns and bombs what's wrong with the world
The voices of bombs through the gloomy night are destroying me inside
The echoes of terrible woes of the war are gazing at the dark like a devil
Everywhere no sign of life
No sign of humanity at the darkness is lost
What a unbearable heart pain the world is lost
I heard her voice at the dark
She was there all alone
All her lover ones have had gone
At the darkness through the ugly silent of the might
I heard her voice she were there all alone
Has she lost her mind she was crying and talking with her dead mother what a unbearable heartache
She was calling everyone looking for help
Oh poor girl humanity is dead even her father refused to come there
And told her just wait till the morning ill be there
What a world I can't bear living all these heartache
I know tomorrow will be so late
Just praying for her to be found when tomorrow comes
Oh god you may help her to stay alive
Oh you night even you changed your face
I know after today nothing will be the same even our friendship is dead.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The Old Clock on the Stairs
Somewhat back from the village street
Stands the old-fashioned country-seat.
Across its antique portico
Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw;
And from its station in the hall
An ancient timepiece says to all, --
"Forever -- never!
Never -- forever!"
Half-way up the stairs it stands,
And points and beckons with its hands
From its case of massive oak,
Like a monk, who, under his cloak,
Crosses himself, and sighs, alas!
With sorrowful voice to all who pass, --
"Forever -- never!
Never -- forever!"
By day its voice is low and light;
But in the silent dead of night,
Distinct as a passing footstep's fall,
It echoes along the vacant hall,
Along the ceiling, along the floor,
And seems to say, at each chamber-door, --
"Forever -- never!
Never -- forever!"
Through days of sorrow and of mirth,
Through days of death and days of birth,
Through every swift vicissitude
Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood,
And as if, like God, it all things saw,
It calmly repeats those words of awe, --
"Forever -- never!
Never -- forever!"
In that mansion used to be
Free-hearted Hospitality;
His great fires up the chimney roared;
The stranger feasted at his board;
But, like the skeleton at the feast,
That warning timepiece never ceased, --
"Forever -- never!
Never -- forever!"
There groups of merry children played,
There youths and maidens dreaming strayed;
O precious hours! O golden prime,
And affluence of love and time!
Even as a miser counts his gold,
Those hours the ancient timepiece told, --
"Forever -- never!
Never -- forever!"
From that chamber, clothed in white,
The bride came forth on her wedding night;
There, in that silent room below,
The dead lay in his shroud of snow;
And in the hush that followed the prayer,
Was heard the old clock on the stair, --
"Forever -- never!
Never -- forever!"
All are scattered now and fled,
Some are married, some are dead;
And when I ask, with throbs of pain,
"Ah! when shall they all meet again?"
As in the days long since gone by,
The ancient timepiece makes reply, --
"Forever -- never!
Never -- forever!"
Never here, forever there,
Where all parting, pain, and care,
And death, and time shall disappear, --
Forever there, but never here!
The horologe of Eternity
Sayeth this incessantly, --
"Forever -- never!
Never -- forever!"
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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His Watchcare
Under the watchcare of The Lord, nothing by God goes ignored,
Under God's care how can I not, be contented, whatever my lot?
Whatever should come my way, He's in my life and here to stay,
From the morning through the night, I am forever, in God's sight.
Should my mind stray to despair, my heart knows I'm in His care,
Under His watchcare from above, He leads me in unceasing love,
I sure don't know what's in store, but, God does and much more,
Should I experience a darker day, God knows to help on the way.
Setting the entire course for me, from my conception to Eternity,
God knows every path and bend, from the beginning to the end,
Knowing God, I need never to fear, for my Savior is always near,
So any new concern I can share, anytime with my Lord anywhere.
I trust in God's Righteousness, when I walk through the darkness,
As The Lord's Light shines on me, helping me in that dark to see,
Even when I cannot see ahead, God's peace restrains any dread,
With peace I just can't understand, as God holds me in His hand.
Friend, how can I not be assured, as I am watched by The Lord?
Assured by my Savior in my life, this as I walk with Jesus Christ,
Who, in all the trials that I face, always provides sufficient Grace,
As in this life God's preparing me, for that life forever in Eternity.
(Copyright ©05/2012)