Friday, 23 September 2011

A Little Rhyme


Once upon a time
I wrote a little rhyme.
What else was I to do
As I sat and waited for you?
          (N. Mollenhauer)

Poem: Children


Children
There are children who are crying
And there are children who are dying
There are children who are laughing
And there are children who are playing.

No matter who or where they are,
Children everywhere are saying:
Hold my hand, hug me tight
Let me be a child at heart
See me, smile at me,
Never let me leave your sight

There are children who are silenced
And there are children who are scared
There are children who are clothed
And there are children who are fed.

No matter who or where they are,
Children everywhere are saying:
Hold my hand, hug me tight
Let me be a child at heart,
See me, smile at me,
Never let me leave your sight.
          (N. Mollenhauer).

Thursday, 22 September 2011

Two Poems: Part 1-A Brand New Day

A BRAND NEW DAY
From behind the distant mountains,
a glorious sight appears,
First faintly, and then brighter as light spills forth.
The sky fills with colour, the world is full of light.
A fresh new morning, in a sparkling fresh world.
Birds sing joyfully, trees sway gently in the breeze,
flowers nod cheerfully as each welcomes a brand new day.
Trees wave gracefully and the grass rustles softly,
Dew sparkles like the riches jewels, the world is filled with colour.
The air is fresh, and whole new day awaits you,
filled with surprises and new adventures.
To think, the Almighty Creator made this day 
Now what will you fill it with?

Two Poems: Part 2-Sunset

SUNSET
The sun is setting, far beyond the trees,
The light is dimming,
There blows a gentle breeze,
The colours fade, the day is gone,
Sunflowers nod their heads in farewell,
Trees whisper softly, "All is well."
Birds sing sweetly, cicadas hum and crickets chirp,
Time is short, as the day draws to a close,
Night is here, and today is gone forever,
But tomorrow holds all the hope for the future.

Friday, 9 September 2011

The Pieces of my Heart are Scattered all Abroad


If I come across distant, or seem just a little odd
Its 'cause the pieces of my heart are scattered all abroad.

Please give me time before you judge
And realize that I'm not myself;
Not wholly present, or fully here
But deficient in emotional wealth.

Each country that I visit, each name I memorize
Each place I dare to call my home, each face I recognize
Has taken a part, large or small, which I never can reclaim
Not that different from any of you, just not the same.

Each piece was freely given,
whether consciously or not,
To request them back would be far worse
Than to abide with them apart.

The strain its left on me is hardest to explain...
It kinda hurts, I'm a little sore, not worthy to complain
Cautious to become attached with my heart in short supply
Not my will or fault when you become more attached than I.

Not torn or broken or shattered
Just spread-out and dull and scattered
Dear God, I give you what's left to own,
For You and Your Glory alone.

Please allow me Your strength to love, oh God,
for the pieces of my heart are scattered all abroad.