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Copyright © 2018 by Donna Nieri



Stories of Faith



Sometimes, as a child,

we were deprived of

things that gave us

hope -



bedtime prayers,

stories and picture

books.



When things got too

tough,

a little part of us

broke in two.

The child in us became

fearful, imagining

her own stories of

fear and disbelief.



But there comes a

time when our stories

can change, replacing

with ones of faith

and hope,



so simple and true,

that even a child

can understand!













Miriam’s Song



A long time ago in

an ancient world,

a basket was hidden

on the banks of the

river Nile.



It held a baby, hidden

in grass, reeds and

lotus leaves.



His sister

stood by, pleading

with God to protect

this child.



One day a princess was

bathing and heard the

baby cry.



She ordered her maidens

to fetch the basket,

before he died.



Opening the basket,

there lay a baby,

none more beautiful

than she had seen.



This was a secret she

kept with her maidens

and took the baby to

be her child.



Running home to her

mother, his sister

shared the news,

her baby would

be safe and it made

her smile.



This baby was special,

God had a plan when

he became a man.



The mother nursed him

and his sister loved

him, their baby was

saved.



The prayers they prayed

had been raised to the

God above.



Moses was his name,

meaning, "drawn from the

water." Given by the

Pharaoh’s daughter.



He grew to be a boy and

then a man. He had a

brother named Aaron and

they dwelt in a land

called Egypt, till their

ruler, Joseph, died.



God's people were

treated cruelly and He

heard their cry.



Moses, was

beloved by the king,

he made him ruler and his

future was certain.



Then he did something

bad,

he had to leave his



family and friends,

fleeing into the desert

with his staff in hand.



He was very sorry and

asked for forgiveness,

but was driven into the

wilderness.



Dwelling in a desert,

midst rocks and sand,

there was no other

person to speak with,

in this forsaken land.



His sheep were bleating

as he kept his flocks,

amidst dry brush and

rocks.



A bush was burning and

kept on burning. He

crept slowly, to see

this sight. A voice



spoke loudly,

"Take off your shoes,

for this is holy

ground."



I have seen your

plight and you will be

alright.



Moses was tired and laid

down to sleep, a dream

appeared and God spoke,



"Go back and free your

people, leading them

to the promised land."



Moses was afraid, but

he went anyway.



The people of Egypt

wanted His people to

leave,

giving them silver,

gold and jewelry.



There was a great

noise as these people

departed,

loading wagons with

mothers and children.



Dough and kneading

bowls were carried,

to bake their bread.



Miriam and Aaron were

united with Moses,

happy to be no longer

apart.



The night before they

left, a special feast

was prepared, bread

without yeast,

called "The Passover."

A great Exodus began!

From the land of

slavery where they



were bruised and beaten,

with a heavy rod used,

now on to freedom.



It was a long way for

these people to go,

when suddenly they

came to waters.



Sea sprays of mist,

a tingling of the sea

on parched skin, a

welcome sight from where

they had been.



Waves so high, they had

never seen such a sight.

Children played in the



sand, the rush of the

tide tickles tiny feet

and then subsides.



Mothers soon came and

collected the children

in a hurry, there were



soldiers behind them.

They had nowhere to

go but through the sea.



The enemy drew closer,

there was a rush of

wind. Walls of water

stood between the enemy

and them.



Moses stood, holding

his staff, reaching to

the sky, offering

prayers on their behalf.



A mass of people showed

their faith as they

passed into waters that

separate.



Gathering goats, chickens,

donkeys and kittens.

Pulling wagons with crying

children, animals braying.

A road lay before them.



Colorful fish rose with

the currents, suddenly

stopping at the walls of

water.



Pharaoh and his servants

were thrown into the sea.



Reaching the other side,

there was merriment and

joy as their enemies

died.



The song of the

crossing swelled with

the tide, a chorus of

voices heard on high.



Following Miriam,

women took up their

timbrel’s and danced.

Twirling and swirling

with their sandaled

feet, singing to the

beat of timbrel and

lyre.



With prayers of gladness

they sung this song -

"The horse and it's rider

He has thrown into

the sea,"



but they passed through

the sea on dry ground.



None of His people

drowned, He saved them

all.

This sacred Exodus of

people who were freed,

is recorded down through

history.



When faced with

waters of troubles and

fears of the enemy,



let us remember

this story,

and sing to Him,



"Our cares will be

lifted, our

prayers will be

answered and we

will be saved."





Shadows and Lights 1st Part



For as long as she

can remember, her

dreams have been

restless,



voices relentless,

leaving her helpless.

Finally falling asleep

in the early morning

hours,

quietness is broken,

as the alarm turns on.



The radio welcomes the

day, as she pulls the

pillow over her head,

hoping for one more

minute before rising

from the bed.



She reaches for the

shower door, hoping the

momentum of water will

calm the oncoming war.

Drawing a slip over

her head,

slipping into a fine



pressed suit and high

heel shoes, she peers

into the mirror with



saddened eyes. Trying,

ever trying to cover

up the lies.

Opening the vanity

drawer with

polished nails, she

applies red lipstick,

then takes

a brush, lightly dabbing

her cheeks with pink,

as if it is ink to

conceal the pain that

makes her think.



Older now, with loss of

childhood faith, her

innocence is replaced with

doubt, that comes with age.



Traffic noise and street

lights, ignoring speed

bumps,

racing through life.

Crowded byways, cluttered

highways, people push

and shove, as they rush on

looking for something to

love.



How did she arrive at this

point in her life?

Her thoughts go back to

a child.



It is difficult to see

how familial ties and

society had influenced

her mind.

A mother, a father, eager

to see their child achieve,

a society that demanded

her to please.



A little slice of her mind

had been slivered, she

must put forth effort to

attain.

Acceptance and recognition

must be gained.



An education, a job,

marriage, children, all

making up the pie,



but leaving one slice

less in completeness. One

less in sweetness.



The child carries on the

legacy of her parents,

as they weave their

paternal threads about

her, of what they

believe.

In midlife she will have

satisfaction, she has

arrived. So says the myth

of deception. But isn't

something missing?



Don't be mistaken, all

these deeds are praised

and good. It is when

the eye has a fixation



on only one prize,

leaving a desire for

something that has

been denied.

All the while that little

voice keeps whispering.

"Isn't there something else

besides this to receive?"



There is a girl across the

city that has no repose,

to rest in her glories.



Waking to the morning

static in her head from

the traumatic night before,



the radio announces to

her world, more gloom to

add to her bedroom of

despair.

Her only degree is

surviving a family

tree of dysfunction. She

desires of all else to

flee.

Neither girl knows

there is a plan, that they

will be set free.



A voice continues to

whisper to both alike,

"Is there not more to

this life?"



****



The accomplished girl,

returning home from the

workplace of a tedious

existence, weary, lies



down, hoping for a

time to relieve her

of her unbelief.

The sun is setting, her

mind is drifting,

a dream takes form in

a story.



In this moment of time

across the city and down

the street, the impoverished



girl falls asleep, with a

similar dream, the two

girls meet.







Shadows and Lights 2nd part



A Dream

A child appears, with

an inquisitive mind and

childlike faith,



on a particular night,

looking up to the

sky, to the good

gifts from heaven,

with a question.



Father of lights, do

You live in the sky,

in the heavens above,

not with Your children

in darkness below?



Do You look out your window,

from your home on high,



at the sun in the

morning light? Are you

the man in the moon shining

moonbeams on the stars

at night,



to see how far they will

fly? You are so far I

can't jump that high,



or maybe ride a kite,

but it won't fly that high.

If I could, I would see

where you live.



If I get there,

would you let me in

with my darkness and sin?



I really would like to

visit you some time, but

it seems such a long

way between you and I.



Do you get tired of

watching over your

children below?



Am I a child

with innocent ways?

Or could I be a grown up,

just like you?



It says you never

slumber or sleep, or turn

your ear from those who

weep,



but sometimes it seems

your eyelids have slowly

closed, it just hurts



too much to see your

children opposed by the

children of men.



I wonder why you don't

stop the suffering of

this human race?



Sometimes I get angry,

but then that is scary,

so I'll just keep

pushing it down inside.

I know you know it is

there and the world is

in your hands. Still,

it is hard to understand.



Some people think you are

mean and sometimes

I do too. Could that be



because I have a picture

in my head that isn't

really You?

I would like to see your

face, to see what you

look like, but when I

look to the left and



to the right

and then behind,

you are not there.

Do you sometimes hide?



So I guess it is up to

me to climb to your

lofty throne in the sky.



I think I can do it

alone, many times I have

tried.

There is a stairway I see

at the foot of a mountain

reaching to the sky,

I will give that a try.



It looks pretty slippery,

and I'm not sure of my

steps.



You promise you won't let

me stumble, no, nor

the earth crumble beneath

my feet.



My clothes are tattered and

torn and my shoes are worn.

My feet burn and this stone

in my shoe really hurts,

no matter where I turn.



I really want to look my best

when I meet you in heaven.



I am almost there, but

not quite, I have a little

bit more to go before I

can rest.



It is starting to get

hot. I really need that

shade you have promised.

It seems to

get hotter and hotter

and in this land there

is no water.



Oh, I wish I could talk

to you, maybe you would

understand.



Every step I take, I

am sure this is the way,

but you seem further and

further away.



With trembling knees and

arms that are weak,

I can barely speak.



There is silence!



****



Well, God, I didn't make it.

I had hoped I would, but

when I came close, all



I could see is consuming

flames of fire and

devouring smoke.



In my despair, the stairs

I had hoped would get me

there are gone.



I'll just go back

one more time, before

I turn around.



But wait, I see a small

thread of hope, a weaving

of cloth in the distance.



A silhouette of a man who

tells a story!



****



The desert was hot and the

days were grueling, for this

multitude of people, as

they left a land of

bondage”



"I once dwelt a long time

ago with my people, in

a desert of mountainous



sand. My presence was

felt and they knew I

cared."



"Take my hand, we'll go

to that land - one

that has a lesson for

mothers, fathers and

children like you."



Oh, there is a little

child behind, can we

invite her to come along

too?



And just a minute, I

must take shoes

and clothes for my travels.



"No child, don't worry,

clothes and shoes will be

provided."



The way they travel shows

clearly the right way to go,

the child is excited.



These people have come

from a strange land. I

delivered them with my hand.”



The march of victory had

begun, with trumpets and

songs they push on, drums

pounding, as children join

the dancing.



Fathers lead the way,

proclaiming their decree,

"Delivered

from the land of slavery."



Surely they will not

forget such a deliverance

as this, how they have

been freed.



*****



Walking on, with thirst

and hunger, into a

forsaken land, these

people



have forgotten how they

have been led, complaining

and crying, "why

have we been led into

this wilderness to die?"



Over to the side there

is the gurgling of water,

bubbling through rock

and sand.



All fear and sorrow are

forgotten, as children

splash and wade in the

water.

Their cups are full, their

herds and flocks continue

to walk this dusty path.

Mules and donkeys,

pull their heavy loads

of tents, dishes and

pots and of course

their cots.



A very long day, they

stop along the

way, weary and worn,



laying down to rest,

not knowing a new nation

of people is about to

be born.



A strange land is this,

where lizards,

serpents and jackals

live in rock ledges.



Big black birds circle

high in the sky, but His

angels protect His people

from on high.

It is so dark and

quiet God, can't

you fill the sky with



your pillar of light?

That they will be led

both day and night?



The sun is setting with

a big red flare, nighttime

is here.



Stars in multitudes fill

the sky, what do they

mean God?

These heavenly beings?

"My children are

like these lights in the

heavens, a multitude of

people come forth to do

my bidding."



A hush falls upon this

camp, followed with sweet

strains of the flute and

harp, giving peace on this

wondrous night.

In the morning, rising

from their beds, on the

ground is something

white, like wafers and

honey.

It is gathered to eat

every day for six,

leaving twice the

amount for the seventh

day, a day to rest.



What is that bright

shiny object in the

sand? And who are those

people that are kneeling

before it?



"These are my people that

promised they would do

all they could to obey.



But when I turned

around, they forgot

and don't do what they

say."



Well, this reminds me

of me, sometimes I

am like the mule, I

try to be good and then

I forget to follow the

rules.



"That is alright, child,

I have made it possible,

for you to do as I ask,

it is not a burden or a

task."



The night is quiet, the

tents are dark, none

are lit anywhere. A cry



is heard and then another.

These people have been

stung by slithering serpents

on the ground.



A man cries,

"Look to the serpent

upon the pole and all who



kneel and believe will be

healed. Not one will be

left to die."

I don't mean to complain,

but this journey is so

weary, do you think we

are there yet?



"A journey like this should

take only forty days, child,

little do they know, their

fate will take much longer

than this."



And they continue on to the

promised land, one flowing

with milk and honey.



A breeze comes up

spinning into desert

wind, darkness covers

the sky, the child is

left alone for a time.



This is when she must

hold on, to trust she

is not alone, even

though she cannot see

who she is looking for.

Trudging on, to believe

that the face she hopes

to see, will come to be.



Looking to the horizon,

is the sun too bright,

with its rays of light?



Is the moon's glow too

bold for the evening

night?



She questions again, "who

made these lights?"



The wind escapes, the

dust abandons it's

pallor, revealing in

the distance a prism

of color.



Green oasis of trees,

with pools of waters appear,

a welcome sight after

travels of day and night.



Courage and faith help

her to stand and walk

toward this mirage,

spanning the land.



Passing a large mountain,

the skies are dark,

looming high in an ashen

sky. Rushing by and



coming closer, there is a

covering, fashioned as a

tent, a strange shelter

of cloth.



A temple, a shadow made

with hands, that has come

down from heaven.

Is this where God could

be living?



This is the one she is

looking for, the one she

could not reach.



Quietly drawing near,

a sense of holiness

fills the air.



There is a basin of

water to wash her

feet. Feet that are

weary from travels

over dust and heat.



The door to this tent

is covered with a

curtain, as she draws



it aside, a beautiful

and solemn sight meets

her eyes.



A golden candlestick,

with seven lamps of gold,

are scrolled in lilies

and leaves,



filled with oil for

light, both day and

night.



A table with challis

of wine and communion

bread,



symbolizes the body

and blood of the

Lord, risen from the

dead.



A veil is behind,

of angels embroidered

in purple with threads

of gold, fringed with

pomegranates of red.



She is taken with the

sight and wants to go

beyond the veil.

The one torn in two,

while His body was

beaten and railed.



She is touched, asking,

"God, did Your Son really

do all this for us?"



Past the inner veil,

in the Holy of Holies,

is an ark overlaid with

gold.



Angels bow in reverence,

in His presence.



The law in the ark is

no longer there.

It is now written in

the heart.**



What does all this mean?

A shadow of the dwelling

place of the One they seek?



A pattern of the temple

in heaven to teach?

****



Stirring from the dream,

the girls wake, as

they contemplate all

they have seen.



Oh, now they think they

understand, all these

things are shadows***

pointing toward a Man!



The promise is made sure,

"This little child led them

to what they were looking

for."



The two girls are now one,

they have come through the

shadows and embraced the

light.



















* Reference New King James

Exodus 25:8

**Hebrews 10:16



*** Reference New King James

Colossians 2:17





The Garden



She sat in the garden

in quietness and trust,

a garden full of trees,



but one in the midst

she must not touch,

it was forbidden.



The sun reflects apples

of burnished gold,

with leaves of vivid

green. A lustrous sheen



of light surrounds it,

a dazzling sight

before her eyes.



There is a rustling

sound and to her

surprise, a serpent is

resting among branches.



She could not resist and

went closer and found

it pleasing.

He saw her coming and

slithered to her side,



whispering, "come touch

the fruit and eat, you

will not die, but you

will be as wise as your

god and I."



She is startled by

its gaze, as she looks

in its eyes and hears its

deceptive call.



Closer and closer she

nears the tree,

bending her ear to the

serpent's call,

plucking the fruit and

then she falls.



Running to her helpmate,

she quickly passes the

fruit that he may eat,

and join her fate.



They stood at the gate,

in a shy embrace.



God came walking in the

coolness of day, looking

for his people who had

disobeyed.



They hid among the trees

in fear. They heard him

speak “my love and



forgiveness is with you,

a way has been provided

that you will be saved.”



The garden's once tethered

breeze, now blows with fury.

A chain of lightning

and distant thunder, then

rains appear. Sounds they

had never heard before.



The guardians wept softly

as they closed the gate’s

doors.



Their fate was decided.

to leave the garden they

loved,



but were given a pardon

from the burden they

received.



Their bodies had been

covered with clothes of

light,

now garments of leaves

cling to their skin.



Vines and flowers

began to hang their

heads, ones they had

dressed in beauty,

now became dead.



One special vine was

given to follow them,

planted by the hand of

God.



Over miles of distant lands

and many seas, through violent

wind, wherever man

would live, the vine

would follow them.



In adversity,

it is protected. When

uprooted and almost dies,*

its tender roots will

survive. He will visit

this plant with His gentle

dew,

and it will produce

fruit, its branches

a tender shoot.



The winepress has been

trodden, the grapes

crushed, a crimson

robe is stained with our

sins and stricken.













*Isaiah chapter 53

The Fall



Oh Eve, did you know,

a momentary taste

of forbidden fruit

opened the gates of hell?



You were banished from

Eden, a beautiful gift

given.



You had everything

you needed, but wanted

more,



you opened the door

to know good and evil,

an upheaval of a

peaceful garden.



In pain you brought

forth children.

Two sons were given,

one rose up against the

other, one was cursed,



the other brother's

blood cries

from the ground.



Two races born

in sorrow, you watched

as one returned to

dust.



From your garden plot,

you were sent, to toil

a stubborn soil.

Eve, did you know the

consequence of your

choice not only fell upon

you, but every man from

the beginning of time?



Bending your ear to the

great deceiver turned

the golden apple to

bitter fruit.



Violence and greed took

its stand, children are

plundered, men are

murdered.



But on that fateful day

as you passed through

the gates, never more

to return, a promise

followed,



He will put hatred

between your seed and

the seed of evil.



Daniel



King Nebuchadnezzar,

mean and selfish,

took Daniel with

his people to a

foreign land.



All God's people forgot

to serve Him, but

Daniel and his three

friends.



Remembering the things

their parents taught,

they refused to bend

their knees to a foreign

god.



He was thrown in the

lion’s den. Their mouths

were closed and they

saved him.



Daniel and his friends

made the king mad. He

had them thrown in a

fiery furnace to die.



A Man appeared in the

fire with them and they

were saved.

Elijah



Elijah went eastward,

to hide from

the wicked King Ahab.



A creek was provided for

water to drink, God sent

ravens to feed him with

bread and meat.



He fled from evil Queen

Jezebel, his faith was

gone and he was scared.



A storm arose, rain

and lightning fell, the

wind blew with fury,

as he ran over ridges

and hills.

Becoming very tired,

he lay down under a tree,

he was fed with bread and



given water, his faith

was renewed and he

rode a chariot of fire.

Jonah



God told Jonah to go

to a city called Nineveh,



but he disobeyed, fleeing

to the sea, riding on

a ship to a faraway city

called Tarshish.



A mighty tempest arose

and the men were afraid.

Jonah went down to the

bottom of the ship and



fell fast asleep. The men

thought Jonah was the

cause of this and threw



him into the deepest part

of the sea.

He was scared and cried,

"the billows surround me"

and pled with God.

But God knew where Jonah

was and sent a large fish

to swallow him.

He was in the belly of the

fish three days and nights.

He was delivered and went

to give the city God's

message of light.





Joseph



A boy called Joseph,

only seventeen,

was sent on a long road

to slavery.



His brothers were mean

and threw him in a hole.

They stole his coat and

he pled with them and

cried.



They told their father

he had died. He wept

for his favorite child.



A caravan came by and

rescued him from death,

he was placed in a home

in Egypt and later

became ruler over the land.

Noah’s Ark



It was a strange sight,

animals coming from

forests and hills.



Noah invited them to come

into an ark, one God told

him to build.



In the early morning

hours, while evil

people slept,



rivers of waters flowed

from the sky, waters

from the deep arose, as

the boat began to rise.



People wept, as the door

of the ark was shut.

Noah's family was safe,

animals asleep in their

stalls, rain poured

forty days and nights.



The sun appeared, as

he opened the window,

sending a dove out



twice, to search for

an olive branch,

making sure the earth

was dry.



As the rains stopped,

much of the earth was

broken and God was sad.



He made a rainbow in the

sky, a promise that

waters would never cover

the earth again.

God saved Noah and his

family from the great

flood, he was glad and

offered a sacrifice.



Queen Esther



Queen Esther was fourteen

when she went to live in

the palace of the king.



She was very beautiful,

when the king saw her

he took her to be his

queen.



His servants dressed her

in jewels and a gown,

and placed a crown upon

her head.



She was brave and strong

when she went before his

throne alone,



pleading life for her

people, that they would

be spared from the evil

one.



The Traveler



Abraham becomes a traveler!



God had a plan, he told

him to gather his family

and herds to travel to

a strange land.



Abraham was very rich,

his servants followed,

women and children

rode upon camels.



Beginning this journey,

he looked back, waving

goodbye to friends and

family he would never see

again.



He went by faith and one

night had a dream, he and

his wife Sarah would have

a child.



Now Sarah was old and when

she heard this thing, she

laughed and didn't believe.



But it came to pass, and

they named him Issac,

thanking God for this child

that had been born at last.



God would bless him, he

would become a great

nation, his people as

the sands of the sea

and stars of the sky.



Now Abraham knows why

God heard his prayer for

a child. His promises

are true, He never lies!

never lies!

The Temple



Great ships of the sea,

sail the voyage of

antiquity,



from the land of

Tyre, bearing cedars

of Lebanon, bound for

a city called Jerusalem.



A great decree is

issued from the King.

A temple must be built

to honor His Lord.



They plunder the

forests for trees,

marble is hewn

in honor of the

great One.



Great surge of

the waves are

restrained, not one



drop of water must

stain this chosen

wood, to house the

vessels of the

sanctuary.



Voices of men lift up

their songs, sailing

across the sea,



their salty sweat

mixing with the brine

of waters, waters that



lick the decks of the

ship, seeking its

bounty.



Eastward and westward,

directed by winds sent

from a power on high.



In a southern quarry

in a far off land, men

pick and shovel marble

and stone.



The bones of the ship

groan under the heavy

weight,

waters stand still,

as massive boats pass on

watery glass.



This task at hand will

bring at last, a temple

in Jerusalem.







The Temple Restored



A city, on a hill,

shining in the sun, rests

the city of Jerusalem.



The walls and gates once

stood tall, now an enemy

plunders and its people

fall.



God is sad, his beautiful

city is destroyed.

The gates are burning,

stones overthrown



and broken. God's people

are taken captive to a

foreign land and

forsaken.



A king lives there and

is very mean, his people

don't like him and he

does bad things.



They would like to

poison him and he is

afraid, so he summons

a cupbearer to taste

his wine.



Nehemiah is his name!.



The call came forth to

restore the walls of

his beloved city.



He and his exiled people

returned, to

restore the walls and

gates,



walls once built

for protection and care,

now torn down and lay

in despair.



Kneeling with lament,

with cries and tears,

men hammered and

chiseled as the walls

were repaired.

The brawl of the oxen

brought wood and slate.

The fate of this city

had been replaced.











The promise is true.

He will comfort the walls of Zion.

They will lie in peace



Reference Isaiah 51:3

The Miracle



Mother is softly crying,

as father stands near.



The little girl's

brother is ill. She

doesn't quite understand,



as she hears them whisper,

if only they had the

money for an operation.



They need a miracle to

save their little boy.

What can she do? Then

a thought comes to her

mind as she runs to



her room, she gets her

piggy bank and turns

it upside down.



A few pennies, nickels

and dimes are all there

is, a whole $1.16 cents.



Running down to the

drug store, opening

the door, hurrying

in,



she asks how much a

miracle costs,

she needs to buy one

soon for her little brother,

that he may be well again.*





A long time ago a Man

lived on this earth!



He loved the people

very much and they

were sick. It is

called sin and no



matter what they did

they could not get

well. It kept coming

back again.



He knew they needed

a miracle and it

could not be bought

with pennies, nickels



and dimes, the only

way he could provide

it was to die a painful

death on a cross, so

they could live again.



The story is told of

this Man called Jesus,

who had some friends.



He invited them in,

to an upper room to

have a special dinner

of wine and bread to

remember Him, for the



very next day mean

soldiers would take

Him to a hill.



There were many people

who watched, as they led

him to a cross, some

were very mean

and beat Him with rods,



then bound Him on a

cross, that He would

be crucified.

His friends loved Him

so much as they took

him down from the cross

and placed His body in



a special grave. He

would sleep for three

days, then angels rolled

the stone away and He

rose again that we might live.



So you see, Jesus provided

the miracle for you and I

to make us well,

and we did not even

have to bring an offering.







* “from Dr. James W. Moore”

Additional Poems





Apparitions



I fashioned as a child,

an image of a body,

covered with a shroud,



no ears to hear,

no eyes to see,

no mouth to speak.



The gown he wore was

old and torn with

rips and tears,



and if you could see

his hair, it was long

and untidy.

He shuffled with his feet,

whispering defeat.

He appeared at night

in dreams,

causing duress,

that only a child can

dream, receiving little

rest.



As I grew up, this

visitor of the past came

less frequently, as

time filtered through



my mind. This was just

an apparition of

something less divine.







Father and Son



Who is this father,

who is this son,

who is this lonely

one?



We wondered as a

child,

they had no time

for us,



they described to us

a fallacy,



the shutters of our

minds defined what

we understood of them,



they altered the

truth,



they did not seek

to love us.



But the truth will

win,

we now have -



A loving Father and

Son!



Jewels



You may ask,

"Is this not enough,



all these frivolous

things and such."



And I may say" be

patient with me."



"Can't you see, this is

my second childhood?

I've searched and

searched and it finally

found me."



I am free at last

and become one. The

strings of life are

loosened.



The tarnished gold of

life is polished, to

sparkle as the sun.



Didn't God dress the moon

with a silvery sheen,



the grass in emerald

green,



diamond capped waves of

blue,



stars as ornaments

in the sky,



violets in lavender

dresses?



Would he not dress me

too, in a gown of

lustrous gems and

a crown of jewels,



for this special day,

to celebrate the

birthday of His reborn child?













Love



I spoke to grace,

she spoke not back,



I spoke to trust,

she turned her face,



I spoke to faith,

I spoke to hope,

These too did fail,



I spoke to love,

it spoke back,



Of all these, love

never fails.







Inspired by "The Love Chapter"

The Voice



She is just visiting

this person within.

Not too personal is

her intention.



Don't get too close,

or she'll shut down.



She tried it once.

Her feelings were

exposed and her words

were opposed.



There is just too much

distance between them.



Once they were close

and held each other.

They laughed and cried

together.



Then a strange thing

happened. They parted.

Really not sure why.



They said goodbye and

went their separate

directions.



They split into sections.

But a little piece stuck

to each other.



A bridge spans

a life between them.

Sometimes she gets lonely

for the part that escaped



her, but they are shaped

so differently, they would

no longer fit together.



She finds herself somewhere

else, than where she would

like to be.



She tries to fill the

expanse with houses of

worship, rules and prayers.

When that doesn't work,



her imaginary numbers

and words seem to work -

but only for a time.



Then she remembers, He is

there.



As she gets older, a car

takes her away. The radio

even further, till static

fills her head with

dirty water.



When she sleeps, she

watches real close that

dreams don't escape

and make her cry.



The only problem, or one

of many, is being parted

from the one that no longer

exists, her thoughts resist

the one she has missed.

***



The house won't stop

creaking at night. Is it

trying to tell her something

she doesn't want to hear?



Houses say words too, they

hold what is true.

They are faithful, wrapping

around us at night. Opening



windows to let in the

light, touching us with

rays of daylight.



Even though the table may

hold nothing now, there are

still crumbs on the floor,

to help remember the new God

she adores.



When does a poem become a

poem. A thought sprinkled

in the mind, or written

on paper?



Poetry is a bridge between

herself and the rest of what

is left of herself.

As the scales fall from her

eyes the world looks bigger.



Parts that make up

the whole are scattered.

She spends her life

gathering, hoping to



bring them together, but

there is still a fragment

missing, one her absence

makes saddening, until she

finds her again.



***

The shadows are lifting,

she and the child are

conversing,



the path is turning,

now the same road they

are traveling.



The old language of

static and erratic words

are receding.



The voice of her mind is

healing,

in His timing.



Her winter is past,

springtime is approaching.



Labor pains delivering,

a reborn child emerging.



No longer an imaginary

dwelling,

no longer a child

withdrawing.



In the present she is

living.



This is what she had

hoped for,

a different path than

before.

But if these things

are passing,



and it comes only to

trusting,



just think of the fear

no longer residing!





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