Poetry

Just a couple of poems.

7/3/05

The joyous strains of my morning song of praise gently wash over my
tired soul.
Tender rays of light warm my tear stained face.
Hands clasp in prayer to start a new day, a new hope, a hope for

tomorrow to be better than yesterday.
I ponder the source of all goodness and love and ask for his strength to

begin again.
My heart was heavy with the burdens and wounds of the past till the

glorious dawn of forgiveness was mine.
I try to forget but cannot, yesterday belongs o me to leave it behind is to

deny a part of myself.
A part that believed in magic, the part that wants to believe in it again.
My song and my faith continues to renew my tired spirit as I watch the

horizon for the sunrise of these new days.

10/13/99

The saddest song of dread is sung
The pain and joy of love
My heavy head laid low is hung

The sinister dance again begun
A whispered lie that killed the dove
The saddest song of dread is sung

When he took m hand my skin he stung
Oaths sworn then left no love
My heavy head laid low is hung

Words of love that rolled off lying tongue
We danced beneath the moon above
The saddest song of dread is sung

Do I hide behind a song once sung?
To fear the sweet pain and joy of love
My heavy head laid low is hung

No saddest that it had begun
The sadness is from end of love
The saddest song of dread is sung
My heavy head laid low hung