You are a champion!
God’s parting gift at birth,
Tucked securely, and blanketed in love,
An expanding travel case for our worth..
An experiences, and deeds to lay before Him
When we leave this Earth.
You beat the drum to an infinite army
Blockading the enemies of our minds,
At times, when emotionally blind
We think we can out smart the infantry.
You are The Lords bell ringer
The ordain postmaster of prayers,
Many a bright, sunny day, soul singer,
An unmasked musketeer from all of our layers.
You mirror everything that we feel in great detail
Retaining what surely could be your demise..
But even a postmaster’ receives personal mail,
An ‘on the contrary’ surprise!
Sweet cotton candy on our carnival ride
You stick with us in our finest hour,
And when we fall to pieces, you remain by our side..
A soldier, in a field, in a rain shower.
You are the cathedral of our very soul
Tabernacle of our inner voice,
Heart, the kite that flies to our old,
A starburst when we make the right choice!
You are known all over the world as care
Walking amongst catastrophic feelings,
Talking to us about fixing despair
And about how every bless-ed heartbeat..
Is a seedling!
You always ring the bell faithfully
When we achieve our unknown purpose,
Without you, we would become lost, gradually,
And fade to the inner of darkness!
Thank you so very much for reading my poems!
Be safe in the world!
© 2013-2018 Myth (All rights reserved)
Not much has changed since you left this Earth
The sun still shines in your honor
Moonbeams light the meaning of your name across the sky.
I’ve learned to read heavenly
By following shooting stars with the naked eye
The glory that I read, always makes me cry.
Babies still laugh away our tears
Tears still fall with the passing of loved ones dying,
No one really understands
But everyone is trying.
We’re all growing a Garden of Eden
Though failing miserably,
Because the hardest thing to grow
Seems to be harmony.
We are all growing older in this falling rain
Life is getting colder in each other’s pain.
We have forgotten to smell the roses
Jesus, as you know
We have become the thorns.
Quick to automatically hate
And toting guns to protect ourselves ..
From each other.
Jesus, we’re tired
What will become of us?
What will become our outcome?
We can’t sleep,
We can’t dream,
All in the name of everyone.