Friends

                      Friends

  

My heart’s passion beats red in contrail wisps.

Life’s colors descend and leave my spirit blue.

      

 Cold gray clouds signal the coming storm.

A black void of silence transcends my soul.

 

 Wishes sparkle as starlight on the heavens.

Dreams reflect from a golden lunar smile.

 

 Love returned lifts me as doves at the dawn.

Passion’s crimson tide paints the morning sky!

  

Hope is again held high in brilliant light.

Blue?  Only the flowers in a distant meadow.

 

 My faith is strengthened, my spirit restored!

Life’s passion flows strong, you at my side!

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A Poem for Weekend Reflection

Rainbows

 Take my hand. Come to this vast and endless sea.

Observe the universe of unimagined possibility.

Where, with all the radiant beauty of the rising sun,

An endless river of dreams and thoughts come from.

 

Now come to the top of the falls. Sit with me a while.

Lean back, relax, - think thoughts that make you smile.

Reach out as far as you can and catch a dream.

Hold it to your heart. Does it make you beam?

 

You’ll be so happy when this dream comes true!

And what it takes is faith in God and then you,

With that dream in heart, plunge to the pool below.

There, to rest with dream in hand. He’s made it so!

 

Through the mist on the tranquil pool I see the sun

And the smile on your face, you’re sure having fun!

Look up to the sky! See the rainbows overhead!

Or do you see their reflections on the pool instead?

 

Now that the dream you’ve chosen is become reality

You’ll be drawn into the stream of “HIS STORY”.

Hang on to this dream too long and be swept away

Or take my hand and dream another dream today!

 

When you become complacent and you know best

With a gentle hand He will show you the rest.

He will dip into that sea of possibility and show

Love in your life beyond what you could ever know!

 

As the rainbow on the pool images one above

God has created you in His image with His love.

Waste not your life in the future or the past. Write

Of the witness in your life -- His love and His light!

 

Take my hand. Come to this vast and endless sea.

Observe the universe of unimagined possibility.

Where, with all the radiant beauty of the rising sun

An endless river of dreams and thoughts come from.

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Christmas Journey

Peacefully, with reverence I view the river

Quietly meandering toward this sand dune.

I sit with spirits who have come before me

Watching as the sun prepares for the moon.

 

The evening sky, hot with dancing fire colors,

Glows like the old spear maker’s ember pile.

Autumn oak leaves add more brilliant hues

To comfort those who pause here for a while.

 

Steamboats paddle and churn their way west

Coursing between gray dredge piled banks,

Carrying the life stores of many brave settlers

Who at day’s end stop to eat and give thanks.

 

Months will pass before they reach the plains.

Some will continue to Rocky Mountains high.

Pristine land where the Missouri River is born

Among jagged peaks rising to touch a big sky.

 

Tamarack candles radiate their golden light

On spruce trees adorned with cones and snow.   

 White smoke curls from a field stone chimney,

Herds of elk and deer play in valleys below.

 

This place where the setting sun finds refuge

And wild cutthroats swim sparkling streams.

 Here my spirit has flown this Christmas Eve

  Watching the spirits dancing in my dreams.


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