Poetry - Universallove

Our Aim is to shed Light, Peace, and Unconditional Love throughout the world. God is my Strength.

What to look for.

Love is how I feel,
When I am with you,
When I think of you,
When I speak of you,
Am I looking forward,
Am I complete,
Am I content,
Am I proud?
Your action reflects on me,
Your attitude reflects on me,
Your success reflects on me,
Your thought reflects on me.
Though I may love you,
You must consider also.
Love is how you feel,
When you are with me,
When you think of me,
When you speak of me.
Are you looking forward,
Are you complete,
Are you content,
Are you proud?
My action reflects on you,
My attitude reflects on you,
My success reflects on you,
My thought reflects on you.

Author. Rhondalyn Teel.

USA.

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Dear Lord.

Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head:

God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm
For they're so close to me.

And God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do;
Hope you don't mind me asking,
Please bless my computer too.

Now I know that it's unusual
To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to you, Lord.

You see, that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends;
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends.

I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships grew.

Please take an extra minute
From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love.

Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox
And each person who hits "send".

When you update your Heavenly list
On your own Great CD-ROM,
Bless everyone who says this prayer
Sent up to GOD.com

How very heavy such a small word can be…
So many ways to understand it.
No war, friendship, serenity, harmony.
But more than that…
It is the goal of an entire universe.
How could it be when we find ourselves so torn apart.
The answer…
More than one version of what peace really means.
Endless movements of life on this planet…
Doesn’t our true diversity lie in how our idea of values differ?
The challenge to our world…
Embracing the differences in what we hold true.
Perhaps the link in the chain, the tie that could bind…
Is you.

Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while;
I need a friend who'll listen,
To my anxieties and trials.

You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just own my own;
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone.

I want to ask you please to keep
My family safe and sound;
Come and fill their lives with confidence,
For whatever fate they're bound.

So thank you, God, for listening,
To my troubles and my sorrow;
Good night, God, I love you, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow.

Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day;
And not to worry over things,
I can't change any way.

I thank you God, for being home,
And listening to my call;
For giving me such good advice,
When I stumble and fall.

Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time;
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.

So thank you, God, for listening,
To my troubles and my sorrow;
Good night, God, I love you, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!

"Happy, Happy, Happy!" sings out,
In joy, my time-tossed soul,
A shimm'ring light bathes all, I see
Here in glowing warmth, born
On soft breezes, voices airy,
Earth-wide whispers: pure bliss
Many colored, glitt'ring pieces,
Holy charms calm my mind
My heart free, child-like, innocent,
Wise to giddy excess,
Revels in each moment, fleeting,
Fixed, 'fore darkness returns

Translated in Italian:

"Felice, Felice, Felice!" canta via,
Nella gioia,
La mia anima un tempo scossa,
L'aureola luminosa avvolge tutti, e sento
Qui nel calore sprigionante luce,
Sulle brezze molli difuso,
Delle voci leggere /illusorie/
Sussurri del mondo intero: pura beatitudine
Di glitter scheggiati multicolore tintinnio
Calma santa affascina la mia mente
E liberato il mio cuore, pari-bimbo, innocente,
Saggio all'eccesso vertiginoso,
Di trovar diletto ogni istante, fugace,
Che ritornano fisse le tenebre, di prima.

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Here I Am, I Think!

As I am waking up from a deep sleep
At least, I think I am awake
Things around me begin to come in to focus
Pushing away those things that might be fake

And, as I sit here thinking about it all
Wondering why everything seems so familiar
I can't help, suddenly, realizing
They were like my dreams, a bit blurred

So, I began thinking, more intently
On the difference between reality and dreams
And, how little they seem to differ
At least, that's the way it seems

So, now, I am faced with the possibility
As hard as it may all seem
That reality is not reality at all
But, rather, just a shadow of my dreams

Donald Ray Patton
Copyright ©2007 Donald Ray Patton

Once.

Once when the years were calmer
And all of thought was green,
There was time for the shadow-lights of life
That flicker out, half-seen;
Time for the scent of new-mown grass,
The darkness of pine-fronds etched on the sky.
Now I watch the world through distorting glass,
And I long for an age gone by,
When time was asleep, but life was alive,
When the spinning years were not in haste -
I could watch tall reeds for a life-long hour,
And see the leaves of the lilies quiver,
And white swans dreaming on the river;
Or melt in the heart of a flower.

Author Geoff Hoffman
England. UK

Moon Shadows.

I saw moon-coloured snow translate
A pavement into mystery.
Under the arch of midnight glowed
A meaning more than sight could see,
Haunting the strangely silent road,
As if it would communicate
A vision words could not express.
Every twig on every tree
Was a black shadow edged with white,
A silhouette of loveliness
In a frame of lunar light;
And my perceiving soul took wing
To see snow-shadows scintillate,
And hear unbroken silence sing.

Author Geoff Hoffman.
England. UK

Seasons.

To every season its own story:
Spring bulbs bursting into glory,
Summer greening every tree,
Autumn like a golden sea
Of crinkled leaves that tremble down
In shades of yellow, bronze and brown;
And winter has its wonders too,
Fairer than summer ever knew:

The woods are manacled with snow
In scattered silver falls, that glow
Among fir branches black and green -
A contrast, magic to be seen -
Rich darkness, in white purity.
Winter’s winds are wild and free.
Where boiling clouds of darkness rolled,
Swift sunlight strikes the world to gold.

Winter is no season of the dead.
Perched on a black branch overhead,
A blue tit preens its ruffled wings,
Twinkles cheerful eyes and sings,
While puppies flick their tails and play
In the white fields of the day;
And children’s laughter, piping high,
Runs in ripples to the sky.

Author Geoff Hoffman.
England. UK

And There was Light.

Let there be light: and there were flowers,
Swinging their skirts along the afternoon;
Apple and cherry blossom - petalled showers
Of laughter, sun-swept into June.

Children with roses - song of trees -
Curved swallows like a melody in flight -
Snow-flakes of blossom - liquid gold of bees:
God smiled, and there was light.

An Answer to Fanatics.

Except in the enforced defence
Of freedom, life, or innocence,
Whoever lifts the sword
Defies the Lord.
To fight for God is an offence:
The father-sin of violence.
Whoever kills in Heaven's name
Is Heaven's shame.
One cannot make God's glory more
By disobeying Heaven's law;
Nor violence at any price
Buy the way to Paradise.

Author Geoff Hoffman.
England. UK

All Is Well.

Death is nothing at all;
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other That we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little
jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect;
Without a trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you for an interval.
Somewhere very near; just around the corner.

All is well.

After an original by Canon Henry Scott Holland of St Paul's Cathedral.

Sent in by L Stephens. South Wales. UK

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The Distant Shore.

Our home is just a distant shore
Where we were given love galore
Bur now we have a different life
Among the earth of toil and strife
It is said our lives we plan ahead
Before this earth we do descend
Each of us having our path to find
Living our lives being loving and kind.

We all will have our tasks to do
Spreading Gods love that is given you
So that our lives maybe rich and full
On Gods earth being happy and joyful
We leave the tranquil shores to find
Not all Gods children and so kind
Some want to be powerful and ignore
Gods promise form the distant shore.

Their heavy hearts so full of woe
They do not believe in God anymore
If they could only embrace the light
And feel the love that brings delight
Into their lives that is full of sin
And find the love of God within.

As we go forward in our daily lives
Memories of the distant shore subside
We forget our dear friends back home
While here on earth we live and roam
Sometimes we feel sad and forlorn
Thinking that we are all alone
Living our lives as best we can
Trying to help our fellow man.

As we progress and become more aware
We find our spirit friends are still there
Guiding and helping us realise
We are not forgotten in their eyes
Their guidance they send form above
We gain solace and hope from their love
Helping us through our earthly lives
Until the day of our demise
When our earthly tasks are no more
They guide us back to the distant shore.

I Stood by Your Bed Last Night.

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew,
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say
"good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.

Courtesy: Assistance Dogs.

Sent in by L Minor. Ontario Canada.

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When you were born, from deep within my core.
My spirits and feelings, how they did soar
They brought me a bundle all wrapped in blue
God had sent you, this I knew to be true

Growing from a toddler, into that special young child
Being sick, the struggles and efforts it took for awhile
I still remember the tender, warm, sweet smile
The shine on your face, as you went willing, that extra mile

It seemed as tho your life, was one of trials and pain
As you fought back the tears that eventually came
Everyone knew your body was tired and in a strain
Oh, but what courage it took to keep on trying, just the same

When you no longer played in the sand
I realized, I had no child, but a tender young man
You were always so loving, gentle, and kind
A long way you had come, from being so far behind

As the years went by so fast and quick
We had all, but forgotten, that you had ever been sick
Then one beautiful day, early in spring
You left this earth, to answer his ring

Even tho now, I'm sadden and I weep
Your precious memories, I'll always cherish and keep
Of a son, I had so tender and mild
Who went to heaven, and became Gods' Child.

In memory of my son James Thomas Kirk - 2/8/71 - 4/4/92

From his loving and devoted mother Elaine DiLisio. Florida USA.

Around the corner I did see
Beautiful flowers there for me
Cascading with the morning light
Daffodil, Tulip, Crocus to my delight

Each one sharing their colours so bright
Forever lovely in their majestic height
Glowing with fervent until the night
Having to bow their heads so they might

Increase their strength for the coming day
Joyfully awaking to the songs of the Jay
Knowing that the sun will brightly shine
Lovingly helping them to recline

Much thought as gone within these plants
Nobody knows what their beauty ranks
Over and Over they come each year
Perfect and lovely in galore no fear

Quivering gentle in the breeze
Reaching for the sun to breath
Sunlight into their stems and leaf
Timing their lives by seasons brief

Until the moment when they again
Vacate the wonder of their domain
Where once again they do depart
Yonder into the home of their hearts
Xylophone airs of the wind far and wide
Zenith of life in the earth again to reside.

There is a knowledge within myself
That no one confirms nor denies.
Only I hold the key that unlocks this knowledge.
This truth is given me by the grace of God,
that His light shines through me for His glory.
This is my belief, though seemingly buried deep down inside.
Serenity is the practice of bringing my hidden belief to light.
The closer to the surface it rise, the more serene I become.
Patience is the journey from what is buried,
to what is brought to light
One comes, another goes. I still remain, I will remain
I will prevail. I cannot be defeated
I will do my best to stand by my principles and my values
For I believe in my God
Another's ways are not my ways. Another's being is not my being
I follow only my God
I can stop what I choose to stop and do what I choose to do
I can be what I choose to be, because
I am what I am! Nothing more, not too proud
Nothing less, not too humble
No more will I surrender myself to the will of another
The truth is my will, God is my Lord
Life is my goal, my journey, and my destination.

Author Joseph JJ Boyle.5/27/03

Drugged and Delivered.

I was once living in a world of drugs
Smoking and drinking not caring who I was
The devil had my life and a good hold on me
I was fighting a battle that I just couldn't see

I smoked all day and I smoked all night
I prayed when I finished because I knew it wasn't right
But soon as I got money I started again
Not realizing I was lost in sin

I still prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ
Praying that the Lord would change my life
It felt like my family turned their backs on me
And my children's dad he just let me be

So I stayed away doing my thing
Smoking and drinking every day the same
I lost everything that I ever had
My life started to look really bad

But one day the Lord had mercy on me
He answered my prayers and he set me free
I'm filled with the Holy Ghost and speaking in tongues
and now have the powers to make that dirty old devil run

Poetry by: Marlene Adderison-Aaron.

Welsh Daffodils.

As you walk along the valley floor
And along the valleys hills
You will see the blooming flowers
Of the great Welsh daffodils

They stand so tall on big long stalks
So proud to be called Welsh
the yellow petals so vibrant
Which are looking full of health

The trumpet opens fully
To take in the fresh Welsh air
Used to represent St David’s Day
And to uplift all those in care

To go with them God made a place
Full of green mountains and the vales
And the daffodils proudly stand today
As a symbol for our Wales

Written by David Boyce. 09 September 2007.

Angels are all around you.

Angels are all around you letting you know they are there
Giving you peace and hope and showing you how they care
Each one of them are different each one has a task to do
Helping, Teaching, Comforting. Angels are all around you.

One angel can give you healing another see you through
One will watch or’e you sleeping and wake you with the dew
The angel who is your guardian has been with you since your birth
Your companion and your friend your Stalemate here on earth.

Angels are all around you just give them a little thought
They are your celestial helpers when you are bereft and wrought
They like to laugh and cry with you they shed their healing light
Their strength and love is powerful they are Gods great holy light.

Be clear in your minds now do not be sad and blue
Wherever you may wander the angels are all around you.
The angel voices sing aloud their happiness we hear
They like to talk and play with you they like to see us free
To live our lives the way we should in Love and Harmony.

Angels are all around you their magic light they bare
To shed their rays upon you to show you how they care
Whatever task we ask of them they do with so much glee
So let the angels into you life by Asking them you see.

Have a great day!

Anon.

Sent in by. L. Minor. Ontario Canada.

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Don’t beat yourself it’s not your fault
You know all this of course
Don’t hesitate to ask for help
Away from the negative force

You can relax your mind and soul
You know of this my friend
It’s your determination
That will help you in the end

Your heart is full of sorrow
Your mind is full of doubt
You need to stay focused
And this will help you out.

Don’t focus on the negative
Cos you are not to blame
Be kind at heart and truthful
And you will soon be back again.

Author. Dave Boyce.

Friendship travels quietly,
Like a stream it gently flows
It isn’t planned or practiced
Like a flower it blooms and grows.

Friendship brings a trusting,
Pleasant memories to share.
To talk and laugh in harmony
Time together - time to care.

Friendship helps with coping,
When there’s sadness in your day
A smile, a gentle word or two,
A hand along the way.

Friendship is for sharing,
In the joy of company
And the warmth that
seems to fill your heart
When a friendly smile you see.

Believe in Yourself.

Achieving Dreams
Set your standards high
You deserve the best
Try for what you want
A dream is a seed
And never settle for less
The seed of a tree
A tree full of life

Believe in yourself
And the things you can be
No matter what you choose
Your dreams are the windows
Keep a winning attitude
Through which you can see
And you can never lose
A hint of the future
And the things you will be

Think about your destination
Each night when you sleep
But don't worry if you stray
You're feeding the seed
Because the most important thing
The seed of the tree
Is what you learnt along the way
Of who you will be.
Take all that you become
To be all that you can be
Soar above the clouds
And let your dreams set you free

If you think you have got it, you have;
If you think you will get it, you will;
If your temperature rises, you faint,
No matter the size of the pill.
If you think you are sick, then you are;
If you want to be well, you will find
That healthiness starts with your will;
It’s all in the state of your mind.
If you think that your done for, you are;
If you think that you dare not, you don’t;
If you think you will never go far,
It’s almost a cert that you won’t,
But think yourself healthy and whole,
Think thoughts that are happy and kind,
Just think that you can, and you will;
It’s all in the state of the mind.

The Bluebell Shrine.

On April day, an elusive breath filled the air
and entering the woods , I found that Spring was already there
She was painting a picture. which came alive to show
the bluebells, trees and ferns the way to grow.

Day by day, the flowers steady formed and grew
each trumpet vell trimmed with scallops hem of blue
Pirouetting with their crinolines in an old fashion dance
laughing and swaying their beauty to enhance

Each day they grew stronger and formed a carpet of blue
some bells were white, some striped with a darker hue
But all were protected by newly minted blades of green
which combined together to make an unforgettable scene

The crescent moon sailed high in the pale blue sky
and long silver moonbeams set out to fly
to the bluebell woods to provide the light
so the woodland folk could sing and dance to their delight.

For few short weeks, the pageant carried on
but as Spring departed the vibrance was gone
Slowly the bluebells began to fade
and green seed capsules appeared instead

Each season gives place in an ordered fashion
so the bluebells became jaded and slept for a faction
Of orderly time in the course of Nature’s season
which is the result of a cycle of perfect season.

All around the trees are donning their garments of green
and the bushes and plants of summer bask in sunlight serene
But always my soul remembers with a sense of awe
when a mass of bluebells carpeted the woodland floor