#123 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

POETRY =

How Will You Walk

 

I felt the warmth flow across my face and remembered you
The sparkle in my eyes was from the reflection of my tears
Standing in the sun with my eyes closed I can still see a smile
But I know that being without you doesn’t give rise to fears.

Sing a new Song

 

When going through the valley, thinking laughter will never come again

Surprises of joy burst through the clouds every now and then.

Everyday just singing the woeful dirge of pain

Christ’s  presence helps us sing even in the pouring rain.

Never can one speak high enough of the virtues of laughter shared,

Power that courses through us like healing balm freely shared.

Across

The words she seems

To set down so effortlessly

Sing to my soul across distances –

Geographical, cultural and temporal –

Gold Fever

It only took a single look
At all that glittering gold
Then once again my heart was held
Embraced in its lustrous hold

“RISING TO THE OCCASION”

The birds sweetly sing to life.

They do not need any reason or rhyme.

They sing because it is natural, like the air.

They do not know weather or clime,

It is just what they do.

Sing, Spirit, Sing!

I’d heard that when in doubt
Or faced with a tough choice
I should do the kindest thing