Easter Morn

Easter Morn

Easter morn,

Dawn of the Resurrection

Breaking on the horizon 

Of humankind's darkest hour,

Depth of sorrow and pain.

The Passion of Christ,

Resolution with forgiveness;

What says the morrow of yesteryear?

Doubt coupled with amazement,

Unbelief versus belief.

Divine revelation to some,

Denial by others.

Who is this Christ

Who can break through 

The vast horizon of man's sin?

One birth, one life,

One death, one Resurrection;

The Conqueror revealed

One time, throughout time.

Man to be born again,

Not God. 

"Hallelujah!" 

"It is finished."

"Rejoice, for He is risen!"

A Wintry Blast

A Wintry Blast

With swirling snow piling high,

Heavy, dark clouds line the sky.

A wintry blast on its way,

Making for a snowy day.

Ice and icicles abound,

Paintings by Jack Frost are found.

Soon the world is masked in white

Causing panic or delight.

Howling winds with freezing rain

Nipping noses; stinging pain.

Winter always does its best

Slippery roads; driver's test. 

Soon the highway's plugged with snow; 

Not a place where one should go.

Higher, deeper, fresh snowbanks;

For one's safety, cause for thanks. 

Wonderment, trees buried deep;

Branches laden fall asleep.

Wintry blasts, some seem to love;

Hope for sunshine from above.

Storms all destined soon to end;

Old man winter too, will bend.

  

A Solitary Valentine

A Solitary Valentine

February fourteenth,

Valentine's Day,

Cupid's day too;

Forever destined to be

A day filled with love

And wonderful surprises

For true lovers and others.

A solitary valentine,

Perhaps many valentines,

Beautiful, romantic valentines,

Saying "I love you."

Cute and funny ones,

Puppy dogs and kittens,

Red roses and other fragrant flowers, 

Candies and chocolates,

Perfume and jewelry,

Disguised like hearts intertwined

In mysterious packages,

Suddenly appearing 

In trembling hands 

Of wooing lovers.

Messages of love

Left on smart phones,

Laptops and desktops, 

Carefully placed in mailboxes

Or left on doorsteps,

Much to the amazement

Of the unsuspecting few.

Somehow the romantics

Manage to worm their way 

Out of the woodwork.    

Realizing the intense passion of their love,

They have the courage of heart

To be who they really are;

Romantics everywhere,

Taking bold steps 

Toward someone special,

At least for one day.

The sweet scent of courtly love,

Flowering with intense warmth and passion,

Bursting forth into tender blossoms.

Cupid's arrow, 

Touching and piercing

Even the hardest of hearts.

Gentle souls dancing together,

Like flowers in a breeze,

Waltzing to a majestic symphony.

Sheer wonderment and magic

Fill the air,

Ever expanding the invisible boundaries

On the vast horizon of love. 

A solitary valentine,

Perhaps only a few, 

Sent or delivered thousands,

Hundreds of thousands,

Even millions around the world;

A simple manifestation,

And a wonderful representation

Of the magnificent, 

Ever timeless 

Power of love.   

Oh, What is Love?

Oh, What is Love?

Oh, what is love?

How can one know

That what is seen,

True love would show?

Oh, is love's face

One that's revealed

When e'er a heart

With love is sealed?

Oh, is love's joy

One that's complete

When it's expressed

In words so sweet?

Oh, when is love

As truth thus found

Or does it go

Round and around?

Oh, why is love 

Hard to define?

When will I know

That it is mine?

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day,

Not for the frail of heart,

The fragile spirited

Or those fearful of love's passion,

With Cupid's arrows flying around

Piercing vulnerable hearts,

Rendering them helpless and susceptible 

To love's tender touch. 

Anyone, anywhere,

With even a semblance of a heart,

Can become a potential target.

Many vulnerable hearts are broken,

But it's Valentine's Day.

Even the whimpering whippoorwill

Begins to sing his solitary, passionate sonnet,

As he searches for his own true love.

Nary a heart is left out in the cold.

There is a real danger of pure passion overflowing

With true love spilling into the light,

As chocolates and roses flit around like butterflies,

Working their timeless magic like songbirds 

Whose power to tease,

Suddenly unleashes the fullness of its fury. 

The ardent poet's pen begins to write by itself,

Its muse running rampant, wild and free.

Testing and tempting the unwary,

Causing unsuspecting lovers and love birds

To be hopelessly lost 

In newly discovered love,

Ultimately causing them to become one forever. 

Such is the nature of Valentine's Day.

Lovers and others, be warned. 

Yes beware, as you are not immune

To the contagion of love's tumultuous passion

 Or Cupid's arrow.  

On Family Love

On Family Love

On family love one might say,

There is a bond ne'er goes away.

This love is deep; few can explain

Its nature true, like falling rain. 

The ties that bind, one may not see,

But deep at heart, reality.

Family, part of God's own plan,

Is meant to be and thus it can. 

Time and space never go away,

Like families that ever stay

The heart of real humanity.

True to each other, they will be,

Beyond the conflict that marks life;

A family can end its strife;

The joy of one another know,

As peace and comfort overflow

And spread to others, who then see

That mankind is one family.

A family with love that's true,

Will always know just what to do.

Repair the rifts and mend the tears;

Find joy in climbing heaven's stairs,

While living a life good and pure,

In God's true blessings, rest secure.

The family of man knows love

When there is peace with God above.   

The Nature of a 'Tag-Along'

The Nature of a 'Tag-Along'

'Tag-Along',

The name oft accorded to fame and fortune seekers

Trying hard to latch onto others,

For the sole purpose of personal fame or fortune.

A 'Tag-Along' 

Hopelessly struggles knowing

He cannot make it alone,

At least not on his own merit;

He lands on a precarious perch, at best.

Perhaps, when sufficiently latched onto 

The well-deserved merit of others,

A shadow of pseudo-fame and fortune

Appears momentarily to him.

He thinks it is real.

The 'Tag-Along',

Not a natural born leader, 

Just another follower

Likely being mentored, 

Knowingly or unknowingly.

Jumping out of the shadows 

Into the limelight,

He appears momentarily

On the horizon of history,

Seeking validation and accreditation

That he has not earned

And does not deserve.

A 'Tag-Along',

Simply playing God; 

Man mimicking the divine, 

Claiming credit in the name of self. 

Humility,

An unknown word to him,

Beyond his comprehension or understanding;

Learned only by tumbling 

Into reality's deep chasm of deepest darkness,

Where ultimate humiliation

Leads to human breaking

That brings him to a position of awareness,

On knees that touch earth's finite realm,

As he gazes upward to the heavens.

A 'Tag-Along' 

Moving towards infinity's realm,

Eternity, his ultimate destination,

Beyond mere fame and fortune,

(Such senseless pursuits by man

In search of his true human nature).