Macabre (A Poem From MTE)
Stillness of quiet countenance
Sleep ebbs to slumber
Time pauses
For life is almost to pass.
Still conscious
But retiring
To letting go
For knowing what lies ahead
Is rest eternal.
Peace, at long last
Consume my being
Pain no more
Of this life unending.
Whiteness of pure bless
My soul will rest.
I shall not think
Nor wonder
Neither strives
For the time has come
For me to cross the unknown
The west is calling
The amber sun retiring
But darkness not to welcome
But light encompassing
Come all you who passed
This portal of completeness
And welcome this poor
Wretched sinner.
To your indwelling
Let us rejoice and praise
This mysterious destination
For I know I will reside
In His all loving compassion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Day At Rest
The sun is setting slowly in the west,
to put another day at rest.
The moon now rises from the east,
as stillness drifts through our world,
and heads rest in sleep.
The quiet of the night, comes for us all,
as darkness comes to call.
There are some of us,
who welcome the quiet bliss,
the lovers embraced,
in each other’s arms,
ready to steal a kiss.
The writer who needs,
the evening tranquillity,
to forward on their thoughts,
with nothing to disturb.
So we put the day at rest,
until tomorrow comes to call.
13 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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The Portal
I hesitantly walked through the portal
As it's light grew, encompassing me,
Not knowing what lay ahead
I was blinded and could not see.
My palms sweaty, my mind racing,
I walked trying to reach the end,
Moving 500 miles a minute
This I did not intend.
Those minutes were precious
The portal started to fade
To where was I heading?
Would I be dismayed?
Scanning for a planet,
A warming star, a cooling night,
I soared through the heavens
searching for the finite.
I was the vortex of time
The portal was sealed,
At the core of the rift
I was the infinite shield.
Where would I be to this day?
If I had not followed through
The lore of the portal
Not knowing whether to pursue.
© Hazel 2012
poem by Hazel Connelly
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After Drafting
NIGHT has fallen, night and darkness,
Night with star and planet splendid;
And the earth lies like a giant
Wrapt in sleep, with limbs extended.
Rest has stolen on the homestead,
On the long day's rush and riot,
And no sound of horse or rider
Breaks the soft and dewy quiet.
Yet, like heart-cries
After battle,
Comes the calling, ceaseless calling,
Of the dun and dappled cattle.
Sleep is sweet, and sweet is silence,
When the long day's work is over,
For the toiler and the moiler,
And the rider and the rover.
Not a breeze abroad at night-time
Sets the barley-grass aquiver,
And from dewfall on to sunrise
Sleeps the curlew by the river.
Yet no slumber
Anguish smothers;
Hark the calling, plaintive calling,
Of the robbed and stricken mothers!
Oh, how still are plain and river —
How all-sweet, how all-amazing!
By the stars' march night is numbered —
Rising, setting, zenith-blazing.
Peace has come upon the homestead;
Passed the long day's rush and riot;
Only from the drafted cattle
Comes a note of sad disquiet:
Dun and dappled,
Horned and poley —
They are lowing, lowly lowing,
With a helpless melancholy.
poem by Roderic Quinn
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How Much Better
I know God and God knows me, how much better could life be,
To know The God of Eternity, The One in control of my destiny,
Having a relationship with His Son, my Lord, as all is said done,
Knowing personally Jesus Christ, God will afford me eternal life.
Knowing the God of creation, He leads you on your destination,
With a path marked out for you, which He shall see you through,
Not alone in this life, instead, He’s planned your path well ahead,
And you’ll be led in this life, by the Great Shepherd Jesus Christ.
The One who’s with us all the way, never leaving us night or day,
When in God’s Spirit, we abide, Christ is there, right by our side,
God’s even near when we stray, as Christ’s Spirit is here to stay,
Dwelling in our hearts endlessly, until that time we reach Eternity.
Knowing there’s nothing we will face, without our Savior’s Grace,
Grace sufficient through anything, knowing Christ is Eternal King,
The One who sustains all we know, goes with us wherever we go,
Whether times are bad or good, He is with us, that’s understood.
Christ from me, shall not depart, as His Spirit dwells in my heart,
And Christ gave His Peace to me, so I could live life abundantly,
As I journey upon life’s byways, God fills me with joy and praise,
Knowing my way, He won’t forget, how much better could it get?
(Copyright ©03/2011)
Lord, with Glowing Heart I'd Praise Thee
Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee,
For the bliss Thy love bestows,
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away;
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.
Praise thy Savior God that drew thee
To that cross, new life to give,
Held a blood sealed pardon to thee,
Bade thee look to Him and live.
Praise the grace whose threats alarmed thee,
Roused thee from thy fatal ease;
Praise the grace whose promise warmed thee,
Praise the grace that whispered peace.
Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express.
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless:
Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.
poem by Francis Scott Key
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I Thank You Once More
My Lord, I thank You once more, for every open and closed door,
As I am led through this life, by my Savior and Lord, Jesus Christ,
All those doors in life closed to me, avoiding what I could not see,
And opening doors I didn’t pursue, doors you had led me through.
Knowing those things, I do not know, you led me in the way to go,
Mindful of your Purpose and Plan, You overrule the ideals of man,
With your plan always for my best, whether a trial or a time of rest,
As Your Peace fills me all the way, while you guide me day to day.
Lord, I also lift thanks to You, not only for the past, but future too,
For the confidence in my heart, as from my side You won’t depart;
Paving a way ahead for me; as you ready my heart for what will be,
While Your Presence and Peace, which fills my life does not cease.
Most of all, my God I thank You for, Jesus Christ, salvation’s door,
A Door that’s been opened for all, saving all men from Adam’s fall,
Opened for all at Calvary’s Cross, to cleanse all our sins and dross,
Through the Precious Blood of Christ, so we may enter Eternal Life.
Lord, I thank You for that final door, to live with Christ forevermore,
A place in Heaven I’m assured; this by the blood of Christ my Lord,
And that soon, this sinful mortal, will pass through Heaven’s Portal,
To enter the place prepared for me, not just for a time, but eternally.
(Copyright ©12/2010)
Rejoice Within
Even in the darkest of days, from our heart, The Lord we can praise,
From the beginning to the very end, we can be truly thankful friend.
Even when all seems to go wrong, Jesus has placed in us His Song,
That from our heart we can raise, joyfully up to The Lord His praise.
As you journey upon this earth, Christ fills you with song and mirth.
And we can praise Him, for who He is, as we ponder Eternal Bliss,
For all this darkness will not last, and soon it will be in eternity past.
And as the darkness is no more, we’ll be eternally praising The Lord.
Christ fills us with a joy and peace, which in our trials will not cease.
Friend, from The Spirit living inside, flows a joy that we can not hide.
This joy inside is not from earth, but from Heaven through New Birth.
It’s a joy that sets Believers apart, putting Eternal Peace in our heart.
Friend, all the praise from within, comes not from us but is from Him,
You too can have this peace within, for Christ also died for your sin.
Yes my friend, Christ died for you, Christ died to give you life anew.
You can have New Life in Christ, as His death for you is Eternal Life.
Together we can give God praise, as we look forward to Eternal Days.
Today if you make that Eternal choice, you will friend, forever rejoice.
Rejoice my friend, in The Lord, and then receive an Eternal Reward.
Today is the day you can begin, to live for Christ and rejoice within.
Drought
For rain, for rain the parched lands cry,
Reproachful to the cloudless sky.
The hot white fields in light are blinking,
The rivers in their beds are shrinking.
For rest, for rest the weary cry
That watch from dark to dawn the sky;
A little sleep their limbs are craving,
A little rest from ceaseless raving.
God gives in His good time the rain,
And sends the sick man peace for pain;
But while we wait His gracious sending,
Alas! the sad days seem unending.
Yet, when the evening comes, the dew
Brings to the fields a fragrance new;
And loving smiles at day’s returning
Will soothe awhile the sick man’s yearning.
poem by Francis William Bourdillon
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What If We Could See Ahead?
With times looking so very bleak, what if we could take a peek?
Of things that lie ahead for us, those who walk with Christ Jesus.
As it is Christ and Christ alone, who plots the path of all His own,
Man’s destined path, to fulfill, not man’s purpose, but God’s will.
My friend, if indeed man could, look ahead, you think we would?
Knowing that the times ahead, could bring us joy or bring dread.
Is not our tomorrow a mystery, one time in which we cannot see?
Is it God’s shield for all of us, a time for us to employ real trust?
What would be the heart of some, if we knew what was to come?
Within the heart of that individual, if a darker time was God’s will.
God knowing all, who He will test, to be a lighthouse for the rest,
Would it affect how we think, or even cause one’s faith to shrink?
What if some saw no trial ahead; would it skew our faith instead?
Would it cause that heart to swell, with a pride thinking all is well?
Is this why God truly limits man, from knowing God’s entire plan?
While daily guiding all of those, who truly follow Christ who rose?
So we are content in God to know, what pages of Scripture show,
Knowing this is but a temporal time, before an eternal life sublime,
No matter what our life may be, our real home is Heaven, eternally,
When we come to faith in Christ, God promised us an Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©05/2009)
Time, Perhaps
Time perhaps, for wonder –
to look around in awe
at how all that surrounds us
has somehow come about..
we who do not even know
how to grow a fingernail…
time perhaps, for gratitude –
for what we have already,
forgetting for a moment, our desires…
we who have forgotten
whom or how to thank..
time perhaps, for praise –
if not the Lawyer, praise the laws…
if not the lover, praise the love…
we who might become
praiseworthy through our praise…
time perhaps, for imagination –
to consider how things might be,
for then they might become…
we who have the world itself
inside us, just as much as that
great cosmos that’s out there…
time perhaps, for simplicity –
to pare life down to those things
which give us greatest joy –
and then, enjoy them all the more…
we who love complexity
when masquerading as the new…
time perhaps, for time –
to live a measured calm
of stillness, peace and rest
and find the joy there all the time …
we who ceaselessly invent
the labour-saving, and then find
ourselves a slave to these new toys…
time perhaps, to transcend time –
and live a timely life
of timeless joy; and know then,
all that’s not been mentioned here…
we who have yet to know
what human beings really are…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Pain Of Loving You (feat. Dolly Parton & Linda Ronstadt)
(Dolly Parton - Porter Wagoner)
Oh, the pain of loving you
Oh, the mis'ry I go through
Never knowing what to do
Oh, the pain of loving you.
You just can't stand to see me happy
Seems you hurt me all you can
Still I go on loving you
But I'll never understand.
Oh, the pain of loving you
Oh, the mis'ry I go through
Never knowing what to do
Oh, the pain of loving you.
--- Instrumental ---
To love and hate at the same time
The line between the two is fine
But too has bound me heart and soul
So strong that I can't let you go.
Oh, the pain of loving you
Oh, the mis'ry I go through
Never knowing what to do
Oh, the pain of loving you.
Oh, the pain of loving you...
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Day Of Grief And Sorrow
The day of grief and sorrow was yesterday.
Another friend of ours had passed away.
It’s impossible to express in words how our hearts pain,
But we all swear, the memory about him will remain.
He was reliable and life he loved so passionately,
Up to the end he was faithful and friendly.
He was his family support and our coach
Without fear, without reproach.
He could be friends with dignity,
His death for us all is a big calamity.
They say that sky takes the best.
Goodbye forever and let your soul be blessed,
You have found the eternal rest.
Let your soul rest in peace,
The prayer we say and the last bow is on the knees.
Without you here will be less sun,
No more songs you have sung.
Vale of suffering, grief and separation,
There is no one who could be your cogitation.
But death doesn’t ask our permission.
It stops the fuss and makes its own decision.
It’s not in our power anything to change.
With death we can’t take revenge.
We can now only pray and ask God to forgive his sins.
In another eternal world his soul’s life begins.
God! Bless him on the way to the love undying!
God! Clear the sky for his soul flying!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 30th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Work Overtime Turbo Drive
long overdue
a well earned rest
about to sleep,
sweet sweet well earned sleep,
my eyes can hardly peep
about to hit my pillow,
think instant sleep sublime,
will caress my soul be bedtime mine
I will heartily wallow,
in gentle sleeps slumber pastime,
this rest of tired mind be chime downtime fine
long long past,
sleep sleep past early dawn time,
long overdue this hard nightime earned recline
peacetime nest so welcomed
this rest among clime blessed
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Our Assurance
As believers, we are assured, not in situations, but in The Lord,
This, even when life is at its best, in Christ Jesus we are to rest,
As one never knows my friend, what is ahead, around the bend,
As we travel our course in life, even as believers in Jesus Christ.
Situations in this life change, as Jesus Christ, remains the same,
Yesterday, today and forever, dear friend, Jesus changes never,
Nor does God's plan for our life, though we have pain and strife,
Marked out is each day that we see, by the Author of all Eternity.
We need not to be overwhelmed, for The Lord is still at the helm,
Up above watching everyone, especially men who know His Son;
He knows the plans He has for us, so we can rest in Christ Jesus,
Knowing that the Lord has willed, all in our life that will be fulfilled.
The plans God has for you and me, shall take us far into Eternity,
This is just preparation friend, for a time ahead that shall not end,
Where all dismay will be no more, as we reach that Eternal Shore,
When all doubting will be denied; as we stand in a body Glorified.
With this Eternal Hope in mind, we can leave all our doubt behind,
As we wait for our Blessed Hope, He gives needed grace to cope,
And Christ gives us peace of mind, leaving fear and worry behind,
While we look forward by grace, to seeing our Savior face to face.
(Copyright ©08/2012)
Overwhelming Trials
Something bigger God is doing, when trials in a life are brewing,
Even as darkness may overwhelm, a life, with Christ at the helm,
It may be an illness or a trial, but, He's at work, there's no denial,
Touching souls, through all of us, those who follow Christ Jesus.
My life belongs to God down here, in Him I have no need to fear,
For my life here, is a walk of faith, led by Christ's love and grace,
And God has a much larger plan, desiring the heart of every man,
So God may use my tribulation, to reach a soul with His Salvation.
Christ said tribulation would come, but He Himself, has overcome,
And not only for this earthly time, but, life to come that is sublime,
That time ahead, is sure to come, for all purchased by God's Son,
Those who met Christ at Calvary, will overcome, with Him eternally.
Trial and tribulation is not my end, as I travel around a darker bend,
On this path God gives me peace, that in dark times doesn't cease,
The end of all down here for me, begins my life with God in eternity,
The moment I step into Eternal Life, to live forever with Jesus Christ.
Soon all my trials will pass away, as I enter eternity with Him to stay,
When I step through that final door, I will be with Christ forevermore,
With all former things well behind, with a pure eternal peace of mind,
Where these times I will not miss, as I'm surrounded by eternal bliss.
(Copyright ©04/2012)
I Have Gone Long, Long Time
I have gone long, long time
Not knowing where to find you-
Peace was never meant for me,
Only heartache and tears-
I have gone long, long time
Without you, darling,
Losing hope that we'll ever
Be together,
But I walked alone and stayed
The course-
I have gone long, long time
Thinking of you, knowing
It was you who would be
There in the end-
The light that would lead me
Back home.
I have gone long, long time
Loving you and missing you,
Knowing well that the path
Would be winding and filled
With pain.
I have gone long, long time
Through the rivers of solitude,
Through the nights of despair,
Through the crowds of anonymity-
Just to hear your voice crystal clear,
Just to touch your lips and feel
The warmth of your hands,
Embracing me.
I have gone long, long time
Through the hills of pain
And the deserts of banality,
Through the corridors filled
With empty laughter and ignorance.
I have gone long, long time
Just to tell you I love you, darling.
March 7,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Peace
The red-rose flush fades slowly in the west.
The golden water, basking in the light,
Pales to clear amber and to silver white.
The velvet shadow of a flame-crowned crest
Lies dark and darker on its shining breast,
Till lonely mere and isle and mountain-height
Grow dim as dreams in tender mist of night,
And all is tranquil as a babe at rest.
So still! So calm! Will our life's eve come thus?
No sound of strife, of labour or of pain,
No ring of woodman's axe, no dip of oar.
Will work be done, and night's rest earned, for us?
And shall we wake to see sunrise again?
Or shall we sleep, to see and know no more?
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Light Of Darkness
I trained my soul for the lies ahead,
I saved my time for the new dawn.
I tried to decipher life using light,
I tried to purge my soul with light,
But strange as it may sound
The light didn’t heal my soul.
Do I know how to use the light?
If not, how can I reform my ways?
I craved for some knowledge.
Teach me how to use the light, I cried.
All that came was an echo,
None heard my cry.
I wondered why I wasn’t able to use the light,
Everyone knew it, but why can’t I?
My patience drained out of me,
But my will kept me on,
I tried to crawl into the light.
But then I asked myself.
Why the light? Why not darkness?
There, my cry was answered.
I found a new way to use the light,
But strange as it may sound,
The light showed me its true face,
A face that was common for all,
A face of darkness.
I ran into the new face of light,
I ran into the darkness,
And there, my life revealed itself,
I was able to purge my soul with the light of darkness.
poem by Vivek Kartha
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First day
I see you found my underground
Help yourself to guns and ammo
Nothing here has ever seen the light of day
I leave it in my head
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
song performed by by Brian Molko, music by Timo Maas
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Psalm 103
My life is like one blade of grass
That grows gently in the field
My heart is but a single grain
That the Lord my Savior healed
This blade of grass is here today
But tomorrow it is gone
The sands are shifted by the sea
And the night gives way to dawn
Bless the Lord oh my soul
Your mercy set me free
Bless the Lord oh my soul
And all that is within me
Bless the Lord oh my soul
For in thee I have found my rest
You took my sins far from me
As far as the east is from the west
I will bless the Lord at all times
And this I know I must
For He knows my weak and feeble state
He remembers that I'm but dust
As high as the heavens are above the earth
So great is His mercy and His grace
To all who would fear our mighty God
And bow down and fall on their face
The Lord has established His throne in heaven
Rejoice all ye heavens and earth
We shall bless you and praise your forevermore
And before Your throne we forever shall serve
poem by Frank McEleny
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