My Reprise
Upon this day, where Christ did, from the dead, arise,
I await my own wholly-disparate resprise;
From my current confines of discontentment and despair,
I steady myself, to bide and prepare
For a time and a place I refer to now, as 'there'-
One I know I will one day see, yet do not dare
To emplace in, too much hope, nor too much belief;
Alas, too much time has been spent on too much grief;
Not for mine own self either, I would attest,
But for the two Daughters, with which I've been blessed!
It is to them I do now speak: 'Though now without you,
I assure you, I was not given a choice;
For me, it has always and only been about you-
As soon as I may, I will be there, to ensure you are given a voice! '
-Maurice Harris,24 April 2011
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Solitary Strength
'What Lord, is wanted of me in this time
Of much introspection into sentiment, sublime! ?
Need I simply forget all that for which I yearn,
Or might I bide yet, in hopes that all I may discern-
Even in the midst of my most lofty aspiration-
What may one day meet a most prohetic realization! ? '
To which He made reply: 'I test thine faith in many ways;
Though thou art without much, lo these many days,
Thou art not alone, nor art others, contrariwise;
This time strengthens thee, in ways thou may ne'er realize-
Much hath been garnered, but that time shalt show-
Though others may not gather same, thou shalt know;
Thine lamentation, though great, readies thee, as it must-
In Mine Own Omniscient Benevolence, thou must emplace all thine trust! '
-Maurice Harris,23 January 2011
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The Lonely Road
This is not the way life was supposed to be;
Where is my home sweet home, white picket fence
And happy family, nestled under the shade of a big oak tree?
I cannot even remember a time, whence
I felt even the least bit of normalcy.
Perhaps it was not meant to be-yet, that is giving up-
My life, in many ways has been fallacy,
With only two precious gifts living up
To all they were supposed to be, and ever more.
Alas, the resplendence of these two beauties I may not see,
I may only imagine their grace, and never more!
And in that, I may only fathom what, I may not be!
I did not choose this lonely road,
Nor do I know where it diverged
From the one where happiness is bestowed;
Yet, through it all, I hope I have emerged
From same, a better, more faithful man-
To be sure of things hoped for, and certain of things I cannot see
Is the small part I play in His purposeful plan!
Yet still, I aspire to heights that, for now, cannot be;
This does not mean that I should no longer hope,
Only that I need have hope, through patience;
This is how I am able to cope
With the profound pain of their absence.
Perhaps one day, I will live the glory, and the dream,
Though, for now, I bide, pray, and prepare
For my past's tragedy to render redeem-
A reality that my mind may now only dare!
-Maurice Harris,26 August 2011
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I Assure Thee
I see that you are frightened, I am too;
I know you are hopeful too, I see it in all you do!
You have fiercely coffered your fragile heart
For such a long time, weary of a new start!
We have been chosen for each by a power, great-
To prove to each, that to be truly happy, it is never too late!
Love this powerful, must await its proper time;
Wait, we have been asked, until we are both prime!
All times and memories that we have missed
Shall be supplanted by those yet to be-I promise this!
Trials and tribulations of past have prepared us;
Lest you may think they have impaired us-
I assure thee all that heretofore has transpired
Has readied us for what our hearts have always desired!
Maurice Harris,10 April 2010
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A Heart, Aflutter
I remember you fondly, each and every day;
Though we now live lives, most disparate,
You have a place in my heart, where you'll always stay;
I wish to profess my love, and with the whole world, share it-
So that all, whether far afield or nigh
May hear of the love story, first fashioned as a fanciful dream!
If but our hearts were to consort, and our souls, ally,
All would then know this Angel held in my highest esteem!
Take a chance-all my amorous dreams fulfilled, the reward-
Allow your heart and soul to consort, with what they ardently adored,
For many moons, though mostly, from afar;
No need to bide any longer, come as you are-
A place has been reserved that only you may fill;
A heart has been set aflutter, which only you may still!
-Maurice Harris,23 November 2011
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Through The Years
Through the years, I have thought of you quite often:
Your absence was ne'er a lacking that time could soften.
I had always hoped that our friendship would last forever-
With a prayer to God, I wished we would always be together.
Nothing could have prepared me for that fateful day-
What it shall mean, only our patient wait will say-
A wait for a time when you and I are both ready-
When our inspired hearts may be made to be steady,
To receive one another-wholly and completely,
When we learn to love one another unabashedly and repletely!
Through the years, I have found naught, with which to draw compare
To the beauty inherent in the depths of your soul-inspiring stare;
You need not be here, nor do I need be, there-
I may not make part with thee, nor would I dare;
Though the years without thee had numbered more than twenty,
Thoughts about thee had been beauteous, varied and plenty.
Through the years, our lives have been quite disparate-
Perhaps it was each of our hearts' way to prepare it
For the glorious resplendence that is our consort's refrain;
I could ne'er aspire to heights this lofty, nor would I deign.
Our parting was my sweetest sorrow, our re-acquaintance, its recompense:
Mine own soul hath gathered inspiration ever since!
Through the years, mine mind hath thusly wandered
To thoughts of the beauty you are, and the years that we squandered
In search of the ardor only we could, to each other, provide-
Though this too, was not left for us, to decide,
But rather parcel to His Grandiose Plan;
It was He alone that decided this separation's span.
Through the years, our disparate lives have yet been connected,
By a Power far greater than we know-He corrected
What was indeed our failure-that to our separation, we ceded;
Perhap we were just not prime, and knew not, what we needed;
It is no matter any longer, the solution hath been provided
Through the render of our ardor, our fate hath been decided:
What hath been yet revealed, is but to the whole, a pittance-
Our lives entire, offered to each as this burden's quittance!
Through the years, the Truth shall be revealed:
A beautiful amative comes to fruition, hitherto concealed!
A fanciful futurity depends upon but our own free will-
What it shall be, is to be decided still.
The power to mold same is in three most capable hands-
Fashioned by what you and I, as well as God Almighty, commands!
-Maurice Harris,26 March 2011
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My Temporary Home
I can put up photographs of loved ones
And other familiar items, when I need some,
But this will never be more than my temporary home!
Here, in the land of prodigal sons,
I hope I never just assimilate;
All I have to do is time-nothing more!
Long ago, I accepted that my fate
Would be decided by looking past this, to something more!
Never once was a really given a choice,
But I am determined to give my future a voice
That erases regrets of the past, and to have none new-
I wish to better the lives of loved ones, and to have one, too!
This is but my temporary home, I hope for one, more permanent,
With faith and hope, I may help Him to determine it!
Maurice Harris,19 July 2011
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God Blessed The Broken Road
As though a thousand disparate winds
Blew me in in as many different directions,
Or hundreds of disjointed connections
Were made, in a maze that never ends-
I have meandered more than a bedouin
In search of water in a vast, unforgiving desert;
Enigmatically, all forces now appear in concert-
A scenario that none could portend.
Perhaps He Planned each break along the way-
Perhaps what seemed chaotic, was His Plan, Divine;
By manner of preparation, the task was mine
To thoughtfully heed what He chose to say:
'That which gladdens thine heart, do not wait to do.'
God Blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you!
*Inspired by the song 'God Blessed The Broken Road', by Rascal Flatts
-Maurice Harris,13 March 2011
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An Angel Asked, I Answered
I wonder if you know that I exist-
Dubiety as this continues to persist,
In spite of the fact that you must carry the belief
That something is missing, causal to your heart's grief;
Others have decided what is best for you-
With regard only for themselves, they attest for you
What is in your best interests-for shame!
These sanctimonius 'guardians' are to blame
For the anguish you must feel, deep in your soul;
There is simpl no recompense for what they stole:
Birthdays; firsts too numerous to count,
Whose absquatulation long ago began to mount,
In the form of lamentation, too grievous for word-
Time does not heal this-contrary to what you may have heard!
'Why are you so determined? ', you might ask,
With regard to this incredibly daunting task;
For your understanding to become ever-clearer,
You need only gaze upon thineself, in the mirror-
Therein, my beloved Angel, lies my only answer,
As retort, to why I need rid this all-consuming cancer!
One day my beloved Daughter, we'll have to wonder no longer,
As our estrangement ceases, and we become stronger,
Due our long-suffering, yet ever-faithful patience-
Until at last, we are once again privy to one another's pleasance;
Naught shall serve as detraction, nor deterrence-
In front of God Himself, I would repeat mine averance,
To same: I shan't cede to respite, nor allow rest
Until I have accomplished that to which I attest!
With aid from my Benevolent and Almighty God,
I find the strength and faith needed, to plod
On still, until this unceasing anguish, finally does;
To restore the pained heart of a Father to the way it was
Before the iniquitous onslaught causal to its death-
Until once again, the glory that is you-I await with bated breath!
'My Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name,
Implore Thee I do: remake the once-glorious, once again, the same!
If not for me Father, then for the Angel ou bestowed upon me,
For if ever there were one deserving of of this, it is She!
I do know this to be an oft-uttered refrain,
Yet, in Your Wisdom, You have allowed this abyss to remain,
Where once was mine heart and soul-
This prayer answered, is the only way to make me again, whole!
Maurice Harris,20 April 2011
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How Much Must I endure?
'How much must I endure? ' I say to thee-
'How long must I bide? ', for the Glorious Day, to be,
'When I may count amongst many a Blessing-
The moment when, at long last, our lips are caressing
Each, the others-and other moments, about which WE dream?
When might we each truly discover our soul's redeem? '
'How much must I endure? ', you say, to me-
'How long must I bide, for the Glorious Day, to be,
When I am allowed to actualize that to which I aspire?
At what point do I get to realize my every desire? '
'Now, Precious Children of Mine! ', booms a Voice, from Above-
'The Time is NOW Beloveds, for Your Eternal Love! '
-Maurice Harris,26 January 2012
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Whenever
Whenever your heart avails itself of me;
This is the time that you shall know I am ready!
Whenever you are prime, to accept my undying devotion-
This is when you should embrace the foreign emotion
That is love, in all its gracious glory;
Whenevr you want to offer the world our ardor's story-
Which reads as a classic 'boy meets girl' amative,
With our hearts exalted, in their wondrous narrative!
Whenever you wish a reality, from what is now a wraith-
Whenever you desire the love and hope, built upon faith,
To be put into action, and at last, made to be real;
Whenever you seek the reciprocation of the love you now feel-
This is when your heart and soul become one, with mine-
When two disparate spirits do, at long last, combine!
Maurice Harris,12 May 2011
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He Hath Given Me Knowledge
'Behold, He hath heard my cry by day,
And He hath given me knowledge by visions in the night time.'*
He hath too ensured a test of my faith, by way
Of separation from the object of my adorement, until the right time!
Were I left to my own devices, I would surely fail;
Because He loves me so very much, my Heavenly Father saw to avail
Me with the requisite strength of mind and faith of heart
To bide with patience, and await my true love's impart.
I would bide forever, if but rewarded with one day;
No matter of time, nor of distance, could cause my faith's allay;
I do not let doubt be; I carry not, worry;
I covet not, more devoutly; I need not, hurry;
Where and when He is assured that we are prime-
Then and only then, shall it be the right time!
*Book of Mormon,2 Nephi, Ch.4
-Maurice Harris,10 December 2010
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Life's Guiding Light
Should I not come back, please know
I did not leave you, alas, I had to go-
For it is not mine own free choice:
Without contrition, truth is my voice!
I am with you still, you need only aspire,
You are with me yet, naught could expire;
Time and distance separate us ne'er-
I shall never leave you, this I swear!
I shall be the beauty you partake,
In your dreams, whilst you're awake;
I may take for you any form:
A soothing thought, keeping you warm,
Future's assurance, each day more bright,
Perchance, even your life's guiding light!
Maurice Harris,27 September 2009
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Whence Just Nestlings
Whence just nestlings, our prologue was written,
Upon first sight of thee, surely was I, smitten!
Though far too brief, our time together-
It made for me memories to last forever,
Sustained me through times, most worthy of forget-
Aware all the while you would return to me yet!
Perchance, allowance made for all of my hurt,
Mere visage of thine beauty, my just dessert!
Ne'er have mine eyes been so very blessed,
Alas, if you doubt my words, my heart shall attest!
Though you were not near, in my heart you did reside-
Such is the truth of my heart that I may no longer hide!
Unabashed am I in this unfeigned amative,
Lo, surely not homage proper in this humble narrative!
Maurice Harris,31 July 2009
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Wish I May, Wish I Might
Alas-wish I may, wish I might-
Lest I shan't take in the grace of her visage tonight,
Not until I lie myself down to sleep
Do I have the same, all the while, to keep!
Fault me not, for I am wanton of such,
Naught is there to compare with her tender touch!
Though long since have I heard her Angelic voice,
It has not been for lack of want, I had not a choice!
Blessed be the one who need not respite
To drink in this beauty, so exquisite:
For it is he who may celebrate in every way
As though it were always St. Valentine's Day!
Wish this do I, for me and the one unseen-
Pondering amorously, what should have been!
Maurice Harris,14 February 2009
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Embrace The Ardor
I thought I had it all finally figured out;
Perhaps I am now afeared, in the form of doubt!
I would wait 1,000 years-even more, for this chance-
To truly offer thee a life-long, wholly committed, romance!
Though, I may not e'er, should you not allow
Me to act upon what it is my heart doth avow!
Your concern hath more import than of self, same-
I should want always, to provide what my heart doth proclaim!
I make no attestation without first, much assurance-
Such hath been the same concerning my adamance;
I am bound by only one inescapable, incontrovertible truth-
I love you more than life itself-lo, this you need not sleuth;
Ask of yourself whether reason may cause you to find any other conclusion-
For if any man e'er knew the true desires of his own heart, it is I-it's no illusion!
Embrace the ardor I see need to offer; Accept, in time, my heart and soul's proffer;
Allow release, through wend of time, your heart-which you now so fiercely coffer!
I have prophesized mine own felicity, now I await thee to provide for its authenticity-
For but only may it ever come to be, whence we are both equal in our complicity!
As now, we may be settled that it is not; I await thee, to ensure, up, thou art caught! !
Awaiting us is all that for which we have sought; To allow this glory's fleeting, I can not!
Maurice Harris,17 May 2010
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Heartbroken And Alone
I am just fine Mother, please do not worry;
All that may be taken now, is time-
And time, we know is in no hurry,
Though, surely, I am much more than prime,
For this 'journey' to be ended, and for a new one to begin;
Alas, it was not His plan, to be any other way,
Of same I was reminded yet again,
When I realized I was not independent on Independence Day!
I shall be 'home' shortly, but I will never be the same,
That I may be though, at all, is a miracle of its own;
I will leave here far different than when I came,
Yet alas, I will leave as I arrived, heartbroken and alone!
Until then, may the days pass more swiftly still,
And all those that follow, allow my dreams fulfill!
-Maurice Harris,6 July 2011
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Assured Shall Thee Be
He bestowed upon me His most precious possession;
What follows herein shall be tantamount to a confession-
Blessed am I with an Angel, to walk with and beside me
Whose love, honesty and compassion shall ever guide me!
I shall ne'er be prime, nor worthy of that which I am given;
Alas, you exemplify all that for which I have striven!
Your grace, elegance and beauty-unrivaled, as I may tell-
Mere thought of thee, upon me, casts a mighty spell!
Ne'er have mine eyes been beholden a visage such as your's:
Tis a puissant enchanment that only presence near cures!
Humbled and honored am I, to have with thee, consort:
To adore and cherish thee, the singular choice of retort!
Though separate are we at current, by many a mile;
Assured shall thee be, that you are with me all the while!
Maurice Harris,28 March 2009
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Scars May Fade
With an eye to the future, I must accept my past;
Lessons learned tragically will ensure they last,
That I may never forget what now is most prescient;
Though scars may fade, my anguish remains, extant
In a far disparate form than it once had;
Though, in the future, where I was once sad,
I shall surely brim over with jollity-
Yet shan't allow forget of this egregious inequality
That has so permanently altered my world;
As though into the path of a speeding freight train, I was hurled,
Without concern for my right to protection-
So, no, I shall not forget, e'en if correction
Is made, so as to make for proper redress;
This is something that my mind shall always address!
-Maurice Harris,24 May 2011
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Our Fairy Tale's Truism
I see a flower bloom, I know it will fastly grow;
You may see the same flower and ask me how I know!
I need not see or touch to know when it is real-
You need all queries be satiate before you may feel!
Just as you need not see God to know He is omniscient,
I need not 'see' you to be your duteous appreciant!
We use the same ethereal belief system, yet with a different scope;
Your approach is that of a pragmatist, mine deals in faith and hope!
I see beauty unparalleled, you search for flaw-
You preach self-deprecation, yet I gaze, in abject awe!
When you watch a fairy tale, do you hope for a sad ending,
Or do you grasp the true meaning of the message they are sending! ?
My beloved, relax and let our fairy tale's truism be told-
You must know, time and circumstance, will allow our's to unfold!
Maurice Harris,19 April 2010
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Dreams' Allusion To A Reality Yet To Be
Yet another holiday has been robbed from us
By iniquity masked very crudely, as justice;
My aspiration will meet with a fanciful fruition,
When I no longer need paternal intuition
To paint the picture that is you, in all your glory-
When I no longer need a pen, to tell a story
Of my grievous pain, in the face of your absence,
But rather, am allowed to revel in the grace of your pleasance;
We must bide still my beloved Daughter, until it is that time-
Until our Gracious Father decides that we are prime,
For the consort long, long ago waylaid;
We have done our part, with a faith that never strayed
And need only for the wait to be concluded-
So our reality becomes that, to which our dreams have only alluded!
-Maurice Harris,24 April 2011
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