What Happened The Day I Died
I could not possibly sit idly by
And allow what transpired, to lie;
In the face of such iniquity, something needed be done-
I cried out for an answer and He provided me one,
In the form of redress for rights not afforded;
God-willing, one day I will be rewarded,
Or rather, recompensed, for what has been taken
And for all they failed to offer-it has shaken
Me to my very core, this profound travesty;
Were it not for the Empyrean Majesty
Of my Heavenly Father, to love and guide me,
I would not know I possessed the strength inside me-
That I am now able to gather, when needed.
Indeed, I surely would have never succeeded
Were it not for all all the fortitude it thus offered.
My mind was weary, my soul embattled, and my heart coffered,
Until He gifted me new 'life', by briefly taking mine.
I have no idea what happened; one moment I was feeling fine,
And the next, I was in a hospital, where people were saying I died.
Now, I have evidence of same I cannot hide.
Perhaps, one day the answer will be clear to me,
Though, as I lie in poderance of same, it is nowhere near, to see!
As though the very Word of God was spoken,
My heart is new again, where once it was so very broken.
Should you doubt His Great and Powerful Mystery,
You need only take note of my dichotomous history,
Where my once-devastated life is once again uplifted,
By the Grace of God and the strength it has gifted!
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The Grace Of God
It is but for the Grace of God I pen this-
Not so very long ago, I was asked to begin this
Life anew-as though one of His Children, reborn;
Now, I am Blessed with proof, which doth adorn
Mine own, once-ceased, fragile heart;
I know this to be His way to impart
To me and the rest of the world entire, a message:
As for hope, faith, and love-He is the last vestige
Of all that is pure and good in this world-
In His own image, mine shall e'er be unfurled
For all to see, as means by which to recompense this wondrous gift
Of new-found life, now and ever causal to the uplift
Of mine heart, mind, and inspired soul;
I know not if I've accomplished same, yet, this is my goal!
It is but through the Grace of God, and God alone
That I possess the very strength I do now own;
Prescience of same hath been gifted to all
Since the day when I nearly answered His Call
To come Home, at long last, to be among
His other Children, where I belong;
I was not ready; my presence was not then needed-
Though His Call I would have gladly heeded.
His purpose was to ready me for what is to come,
So that when all seemed to be lost, I would not succumb
To weakness and despair when I need be strong-
Nor to impatience, where the road is long.
'Thank You Heavenly Father, for the love You saw to provide;
For the Strength You gifted; for how You saw to decide
That I was so very important that You would guide me-
Not from above, in back, or in front-but beside me! '
-Maurice Harris,19 March 2011
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Midnight Prayer
'Lord, grant me the strength to get past
My overwhelming fears, and the pall they cast;
Grant me faith to overcome any and all doubt-
Should the spectre of dubiety lurk, cast it out;
Show me the divine nature of Your Proffer-
As undying devotion is my recompensatory offer;
I submit to Your Omniscience-yet, I do not fully understand-
Still I know: my life's path is but that which You command!
Hope and love You have gifted me, in abundance-
They present as compassion, understanding, and patience.
Thank you Lord, for all, to me, You gifted-
Obligation is owed too, for my soul-now and ever, uplifted!
Should ever cause present, where more of me is needed-
Just ask, as have I-surely, this too shall be heeded! '
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All I Ask Of Thee (A Pact With God)
A fate worse than death-that's what this has been to me;
When, I wonder, will I begin to see
The fruits of both my faith and its persistence? !
Ironically, tragedy taught me strength-its insistence
That only those who possess it shall prevail;
When I have needed same, it has been there, without fail-
Trust me, I have needed much, to be drawn,
Just to get to the next day, when I thought all hope was gone.
'That which does not kill you, makes you stronger'-
Indeed, yet, how very much longer
May I depend upon my strength and fortitude! ?
When will faith and a positive attitude
Be enough to overcome nepotism and deceit-
Enough to bring about iniquity's inglorious defeat! ?
Was my death a means to foreshadow, or a new beginning-
Was this a means to mark the day, when I start winning?
The reason is not very clear to me,
It's a enigmatice miracle that I am still here, to be
A voice for those unable to speak, -
Strength, for those who may be too meak!
Whatever the purpose for which I was spared,
I may never know-only that You cared
Enough about me, to allow me this higher purpose;
Now, I must prove that I deserve this
Empyrean proffer, of a life, wholly-renewed;
It all starts with my positive attitude,
Coupled with knowledge of my life's importance,
As well as my righteousness and its adamance;
God's purpose for me, I slowly learn;
Deservedness of this new-life gift, I slowly earn.
'Heavenly Father, I am ever-obliged and humbled
For the second chance You have given-though I have stumbled.
Only You know I deserve this second chance, most rare-
My recompense to You for same-my soul, lain bare,
The truth of my heart, and the devotion of my mind-
All duteous, in pursuit of that for which You left me behind;
All I ask of Thee is that You continue to love, protect, and guide me,
Remain where You have always been my whole life-beside me! '
-Maurice Harris,13 March 2011
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The Only Justice I Really Seek
'Who am I? ' I will only know, when I am allowed to see
The future that God has graciously avowed to me,
After both injustice and death, as well as before.
Life has new meaning now, as does what I am fighting for:
The only two resplendent sureties in seas of deceit-
This is what is needed to make my life complete!
My life yearns for them, as the 'purpose' He intended-
Until this wrong is righted, until this tear is mended,
My heart, and indeed my mind, and shattered soul,
Will never understand the contentment of simply being whole!
My ears hear them cry out to me, though they are not near;
My eyes long for sight of them, because they are not here;
My heart aches, in the face of their tragic absence,
While my mind may only imagine their true magnificence!
Their consortium is the only justice I really seek;
They are the only strength I need, where I am truly weak;
May my thousands of pleaded prayers, finally find answer,
To rid my world of this anguish, this fully-metastasized cancer!
Much in mind, and in many ways, moribund-since that day;
Yet, I must brave what comes, no matter what may-
Because, as I need them, they need me even more;
We three patiently await the Natural Order, to restore-
Whereby the rights of these two precious jewels
Are no longer absconded by minions and fools!
This once-broken Father's heart now seeks repair,
Through the riddance of the estrangement, and the despair
Into which it has been drawn me, since that horrific day-
When this shall come to pass though, no one may say;
It is in the Hands of my Heavenly Father to decide;
All I may do is humbly pray for redress, and faithfully bide!
-Maurice Harris,24 September 2011
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My Faith
My Faith is all I need: it allows all that I believe;
There are no limits, so long as my heart and mind may conceive.
Surely it has been tested-necessary to know it exists-
Yet, when the calamitous clouds clear, its strength persists.
Faith is my only refuge, through a long, lonely night-
In an otherwise perpetual darkness, Faith is my only light!
This is all the aid I need, to suffer through any travesty-
Faith is my salvation, as I exalt in His Majesty!
Faith is my dream weaver, as I aspire to greater height:
The strength I possess, should I need to exercise might;
It resides in the safety of my heart, soul, and mind
And allows that I may leave even most grievous pain, behind;
Faith shines, upon my ultimate earthly destinations-
It is answer to all-past sorrows, current concerns, and future jubilations!
-Maurice Harris,8 February 2011
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My Ultimate Earthly Destination
I have arrived at my Ultimate Earthly Destination,
And I know I have done so, without expectation
That my hopes and dreams would, an answer find-
Heavenly Father: 'Thou Art far too kind
In Thine remembrance of of me, in my time of need;
All mine prayers have been answered-You saw to their heed!
Graciously and Humbly, I proffer mine gratitude
For the Beneficence with which You gifted these Beatitudes;
All mine Faith, and all mine Strength has gained Reward-
For Thee, all mine life, I shall e'er spread Your Word:
For Thou Art, Lord and Savior, for all the world,
And in all Thine Children, Thou hath unfurled-
As to me, in the most real way-a love for every other-
Where I may love a Sister as a Sister, and a Brother as a Brother!
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Quintessential Compeer
I know not, what the future may hold-
Yet, of mine ardor, thou may be assured;
Mine everlasting affinity, thine charms have cajoled;
I offer thee mine heart, hitherto e'er-coffered!
Thou art the counterpoint to mine soul-
Of this verity, I have not, the least doubt;
Thine grace, recompense for what circumstance stole-
Thou art a religion, to which I am most devout!
Our consort was fated, by God divined,
Thou art the quintessential compeer I knew He would find-
The apparition of countless aspiration,
The answer to mine most lofty mentation;
All offered me, is offered contrariwise, to thee-
Thine retort to same, I hope not, a surprise to me!
Maurice Harris,12 May 2011
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The Seed
May my tears serve to nourish
The seed that is my dreams deferred-
May my life begin again, to flourish
As was, before I coffered my heart, now interred!
May my (now-feigned) smile serve to replenish
The jollity of the many years we have lost;
May the will of this Father's heartallow me to finish
What it is I started, no matter the cost!
May the hope I have for the future, in spite of it all,
Serve as the life force needed, to answer the call
Of my long-embattled, yet ever-resilient soul,
Which seeks the restoration of all that circumstance stole!
May the prayers that I pray, with dogged persistence,
Bring about long-sought aspiration that is my suffering's obsolescence!
poem by Maurice Harris
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In Good Hands..
In the hands of a gifted teacher
A classroom is a magical place! ! !
In the hands of a gifted teacher
There's a smile on each child's face.
In the hands of gifted teacher Creative energy is every where.
In the hands of gifted teacher
There's a catalyst who genuinely care.
In the hands of gifted teacher Desire and wonder is awakened.
In the hands of gifted teacherEducation agenda is shaken.
In the hands of gifted teacher Self managment skills are manupulated In the hands of gifted teacherThe best of reality is modeled.
In the hands of gifted teacher Gifts and talents are refined.
In the hands of gifted teacher The desired future is designed.
AND YOR THE TEACHER GIFTED TO MY HANDS! ! ! !
poem by Maanasa Bhaskar
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Cautious Acceptance
I have poured out my heart to you,
In rhyme, spoken word, and mentation;
As soon as you intimated want, I would impart to you
My entire world-wholly, and without hesitation.
Perhaps the ideation of my complete devotion
Is a foreign concept, and you are thus trepidatious;
Perhaps acceptance of same is a foreign emotion,
So your response needs be extremely cautious.
Of course, this is but mere conjecture:
I know not your heart's prescience, nor would I deign
To offer unsolicited advise, or form of lecture-
As you sikerly guard against lament's refrain.
Your heart and soul, in their own time, shall be gifted-
Once your mind ackowledges same, as blessedly uplifted!
-Maurice Harris,14 March 2011
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This Father's Heart (Ode to Abigail and Gabriella Harris)
I oft ponder what it will be like, when
You and I finally meet again;
Only in photographs have I seen you grow,
Only what I remember of you do I truly know-
You are both a beautiful, yet enigmatic mystery!
We share so much, but hardly a history-
I may only see you now when I dream,
Or perhaps, when I ruminate under the Moon's beam
Of how different my life would now be,
How much more beauty I would now see-
If only I were so fortuitous, indeed, so blessed
As to still have you in my life- I have obsessed
About how to affect the same for many days,
Yet, I have hit dead ends in so many ways!
So long as, in my body, there is breath-
So long as I remain on 'this' side of death,
I shall never cease, nor surely forfeit;
This Father's heart will not allow that I forget
That no matter where you may now be,
You need me, though you may now not see,
As I, the import of our most unique connection;
I have had the benefit of much introspection,
Where all that I may be for you, I have pondered.
Believe me, my beloved, I have wondered
About you every single, solitary day!
The burden of this Father's heart, you can not allay;
Alas, though the estrangement is not of out choosing,
You and I are the only three people that are losing!
My beloved Daughters, though I know not how,
I made myself a promise, and to you, I avow:
'No rest, nor peace shall come my way,
Unless and until, I see the day,
Where I gather the solace of your embrace,
Where you and I, at last, are again face to face;
There is no compromise, nor is there debate-
I shall be the one to determine our fate! '
'When you are prime, both in spirit and mind,
You will know the story of how you came to be 'left behind'-
I assure you, the tale that you have been offered
Is nowhere near the truth, as the facts shall bear-
We are each carried in the other's heart, safely coffered-
Though we have been apart, we have always been there! '
poem by Maurice Harris
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Does it matter any more....?
I was worth a bottle crown the moment you left me
I was worthless and useless with a feeling of hopelessness
It is just now that Im worth a presidetial palace
I guess you wonder how I got myself to the top
I walked....... and when I got tired I ran
And when I failed to run.... I flew
The pain you left in my heart fueled up my strength
The more I thought of you the more I was never tired
and the more more i flew to the top
You come to me today and ask me if I still love you
Oh yes.... You are forever in my heart
But agony is that you are forever out of my life
I treated you as if were my own life
But you threw me out of your life
and left me in a stormy rain
where were you when I needed you so close
when I needed you arms around me
And if it never mattered to you who I was;
How then does it matter what i have become.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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In Good Hands
In the hands of a gifted teacher
a classroom is a magical place
In the hands of a gifted teacher
There’s a smile on each child's face
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Creative Energy is Everywhere
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
There’s a Catalyst who Genuinely Cares
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Desire and Wonder is Awakened
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
The Educational Agenda is Shaken
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Self-Management Skills are Modeled
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
The Best of Reality is Bottled
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Gifts and Talents are Refined
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
The Willed Future is Designed
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Your Own Fate
What if you did all that you wanted;
If your hopes and dreams were flaunted,
For all the world to see and applaud! ?
Why not give yourself, instead of others, the nod-
To live your own life, unaffected by others' views! ?
Why not allow your life to be what you would choose,
Without regard for what the uninformed opine! ?
Why not live your life as I live mine:
For, by, and of myself-without prejudice,
Bias, or hate-my heart is for all, commodious.
My dreams are mine for a reason:
I do not seek and find, then alter like a season,
Because others need to assert their ignorance,
All the while under the guise of guidance
And protection-as if you could not possibly know
What is best for you-like this interference could possibly show
The altruism that they so ardently profess!
This decision, made under the throngs of duress,
Is not what is best for you, it is what is easiest for them.
Only when both your and their wants are ibidem,
Should you make a decision, of which others approve.
Though, it is not too late to rethink your stance, before you've
Lost a great and powerful feeling from your sight,
Locked away forever-as though an unending night
Of purgatory, where your afeared heart made a decision
It can never stand to live with-where the derision
Of the moment becomes more and more permanent.
All you need do is look in your heart to know where it went-
There resides the answer, as it has all the while:
Your heart is never prone to your mind's beguile!
Now that time has wend your way
And you are no longer subject to the sway
Of irrationality or the phantom of false fear,
All the answers in your heart should make quite clear,
That a glory need not die, nor does a dream need be gone-
Allow the spectre of the past to fade and a future to dawn,
Where you are no longer conflicted between this ardor
And attempts to please everyone-never again barter
With your heart, it is a losing proposition!
We both know the heights of your life's ambition:
To live the life, of which you have always aspired,
With the one person that you always admired
Fervently, and with strength that neither time nor
Distance may alter-you know that you are prime for
This moment and for this life, all you must do
Is disavow its impedance, and trust you,
And you alone, are the master of your own fate-
Do this now my beloved, before it is too late!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Ode To True Love
I did not know it was even gone,
Because I never really needed it, since
The day our lives diverged and we moved on-
Then, my heart made another appearance
When you came back to me, after a lifetime.
As though you knew why it had been coffered,
You provided it purpose again, at just the right time,
With the promise of a love, long ago offered!
What the future holds is now not known,
With you in my heart though, I am never alone.
Keep me in your heart too, so I am there when you need me.
One day, I may again be the call of your heart-
Should this come to pass, I beg of you to heed me
So that I may gift my love's full impart!
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Planted Seed
you cried because i said that i was leaving
you cried because you knew your heart was deceiving.
you took my love for granted
and in my heart, a seed you had planted.
that seed that you planted
made my love truly grow
but there was something that you did'nt know
that i had a free will, the same as you
and i knew just what to do.
i gathered my strength which
i had tucked inside
a strength which i knew to hide.
i broke those chains with which
you had me bound.
and turned my life completely around
the seed that you planted
had strengthened me,
to a point that i could see
that life with you would be misery.
so i leave you with a smile on my face
i walk away with dignity and grace.
poem by Louis Rams
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Mystery Of Love
Seasons are changing
Children of love are alive
People reach out to survive
Together
Love is the message
We carry across the sky
Down through the passage of
Time forever
History unfolds
As this storys told
(and its) the mystery of love
How we go on and on forever
(and its) the mystery of love
Coming to rescue
Rescue me
A man and a woman
Lost in each others embrace
Star-crossed in time in a place
Far away
Innocent dreamers
Turning the wheels of chance
Searching to find romance
Forever
We will surely find
Love is for all time
(and its) the mystery of love
How we go on and on forever
(and its) the mystery of love
Only one heart can turn the key
Down through the history
Of love
Time is the one that holds
The answer
(and its) the mystery of love
Oh, will it set me free
For all time
(and its) the mystery of love
How we go on and on forever
(and its) the mystery of love
Only one heart can turn the key
Down through the history
Of love
Time is the one that holds
The answer
(and its) the mystery of love
How we go on and on forever
(and its) the mystery of love
Only one heart can turn the key...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Assurances
I need no assurances, I am a man who is preoccupied of his own soul;
I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and
face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant
of, calm and actual faces,
I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in
any iota of the world,
I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless,
in vain I try to think how limitless,
I do not doubt that the orbs and the systems of orbs play their
swift sports through the air on purpose, and that I shall one day
be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they,
I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on millions of years,
I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have
their exteriors, and that the eyesight has another eyesight, and
the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice,
I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are
provided for, and that the deaths of young women and the
deaths of little children are provided for,
(Did you think Life was so well provided for, and Death, the purport
of all Life, is not well provided for?)
I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of
them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has
gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points,
I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any
time, is provided for in the inherences of things,
I do not think Life provides for all and for Time and Space, but I
believe Heavenly Death provides for all.
poem by Walt Whitman
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You Needed Me
I cried a tear, you wiped it dry
I was confused, you cleared my mind
I sold my soul, you bought it back for me
And held me up, and gave me dignity
Somehow you needed me.
You gave me strength to stand alone again
To face the world out of my own again
You put me high upon a pedestal
So high that I could almost see eternity
You needed me, you needed me.
And I can't believe it's you
I can't believe it's true
I needed you, you were there
I'll never leave, why should I leave?
I'd be a fool, 'cause I've finally found someone
Who really cares.
You held my hand when it was cold
When I was lost you took me home
You gave me hope when I was at the end
And turned my lies back into truth again
You even called me friend.
You gave me strength to stand alone again
To face the world out of my own again
You put me high upon a pedestal
So high that I could almost see eternity
You needed me, you needed me...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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What is Grace?
What is Grace, what it does mean, what is it all about?
Well let me see if I can explain, I don't need to shout;
It's a special type of Gift, given with love,
When Jesus came to die, sent from Heaven above.
Take each letter and put a word, in exchange,
Then you'll get the answer I will rearrange;
It's the answer to the reason why Christ died for us,
It tells in one word the story, of the gift of the cross.
G is for God's, our loving heavenly Father,
R is for riches, such priceless gift, for each other;
A is for at, C is for Christ's, He is our Saviour,
And E is for expense, He paid the price, in our favor.
What a wondrous Gift, such selfless gift He gave,
Going to the cross of Calvary, our lost souls to save;
I that Christ that He chose to go there for me,
And all I needed to do, is to accept, Christ into me.
poem by Margaret Haig
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