Cloudy Comparisons
by Kyle D. York
Clouds....
In the sky I see Lions and Bears,
Fierce and friendly, all in the same
Their claws do not scare me, nor do their teeth
For to me, they appear quite tame.
They seem gentle to me,
And caring and kind
I let them run free, over land and of sea,
What can I do to change their minds?
But they return, oft' every day,
Purring or roaring, black or white.
They shall come soaring, when it is lively or boring,
To welcome with me, dawn's first light.
Then they shall say "farewell" and leave me to sleep,
Filling my dreams with memories to keep.
They will greet me when I'm old, and fill my household,
With happiness overflowing and good cheer
For I know they will follow me, and always come back to me,
And I take comfort in their presence from year to year.
So jolly am I, in my blessings...I even feel like shedding a tea.
Be Loved; a Song
by Kyle D. York
Even when I am quiet, a song is sung.
A song being sung, and in the night,
Two bells rung
The tone goes up and down,
Gently flowing with the gown,
The gown of the Beloved,
The song is her life, best beloved
And with the chill of autumn's day,
The ice of winter cracks beneath,
The first bell is being rung,
The first bell is grief
Grief for the Fallen Time,
Sadness for smoke, anger for rhyme
The resounding strike of metal that,
In silence is loud, in quiet, is kept.
Grief for the death that cannot be undone,
Grief that cannot be stopped yet, but by one
Jesus, one called Emmanuel,
Saviour of all who need to tell,
Others their pain, others their frame,
The Shepherd who takes in all the lame
The Binder of Broken Hearts,
The lover from the start,
My unrelenting, alien God,
He who is becoming less and less a spiritual facade;
More real and warm with every day
For he loves me, and holds me when I cry,
He is there, I need not ask why.
For his Son gave his eye unto his beloved, yes I,
And his Eye I hold lest I freeze from its loss.
So good is his love,
So wondrous was his cross.
He is the second bell,
The second ringing call
Hope is ever in his wake,
And His love triumphs over all.
And His love can triumph in you,
Oh yes, It can, doubt it no,
Even in you... his best beloved.
As the Sun Sets
by Kayla Stevenson
As the sunset falls into the
earths brightly colored sky,
You lay there beneath natures
masterpiece, in awe of the different shades
pondering the representatin of its own beauty,
Associating the paintings,
with feelings of misery and depression
As memories of loved one's lost
race through your mind As the sunset's,
you know it will arise once again
to kiss the morning dew,
you awaken from the nights twilight
and open those beautiful eyes
Because you know the sun will set
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