God Weeps

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God weeps

At man’s inhumanity to man

As man cuts a bloody swathe across his own

Evil smiles at his devilish tricks

We must join hands for peace

Bond together to defeat

The evil one whose plans

Are under-hand and under-way

We must not sway from right

Not always easy to tell, but pray

For our Father to show us the path

And learn to harken to His voice

As He gives us the choice

‘Tween good and evil

‘Tween God and the Devil

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©Denise G Allen, 20 April 2013 07:25

For a really positive take on the Boston bombings have a look at Connor’s post:

http://mynameisconnor.com/a-few-thoughts-on-boston/

Trust

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My trust lies in the dust

trampled underfoot

my soul is exposed

as a worthless part of the heart

revealed as nothing more

and nothing less

than just another word…

I need another world

another space where faith

can teach me to trust again

and not barter trust

for a place in the sun

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©Denise G Allen, 15 April 2013 09:17

Body and Soul

~~~

My body feels drought and rain

My soul feels joy and pain

But some live in the clouds

Behind chemical shrouds

Afraid to display

Heartache and grief

In the mistaken belief

That emotion disclosed

Is weakness exposed

~~~

©Denise G Allen, 07 January 2013 08:23

The Spirit of Art

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Flesh and bone can write the music

And the heart supply the beat,

But for the music to be whole – it needs soul.

 .

Every artist has a soul and his work will not be whole

Unless he leaves a part of it behind.

Painters, sculptors, poets, all,

Often manage to enthral admirers

With the wealth of their emotions.

Joy and sorrow, anguish, pain

Reflected in their work

Can sometimes miss the mark

Being overdone like rumpsteak in the pan.

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©Denise G Allen, 28 December 2012  07:04

Will You…

Will You…

.

Catch me when I fall

Hear me when I call

Cheer me when I’m sad

Soothe me when I’m mad

Calm me when I’m glad

.

Please be there for me

Be my serenity

My anchor in the stormy sea

My peace, my love

My tranquillity

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Image: Per kind favour of http://granny1947.wordpress.com

©DGA 07 April 2012 15:45

Evil

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Evil rides abroad at night

Cloaked in clouds that hide the light,

Looking for a fertile bed

Upon which to rest his head;

His evil thoughts in dreams are spread,

Filling us with utmost dread.

.

Evil prowls the minds of men,

Seeking foothold to craft his den.

He plants his seed where e’er he goes,

Finding places well disposed –

And they’re aplenty, heaven knows –

Offering space for his repose.

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Oh God in Heaven help us to see

When all is not as it purports to be,

To recognise evil’s distorted face;

Bless us with Your holy grace

That none is misled by his carapace

In traversing life’s obstacle race.

.

©DGA 21 March 2012 11:24

Touch

~

The touch of a baby’s breath

On your cheek,

Its gaze tracing

Your face;

The touch of a lover’s hands,

A lover’s lips,

Gently caressing

Your heart;

The touch of God’s grace,

His love,

His blessing,

Embracing your soul.

~

©DGA 12 March 2012 04:05

What…

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What makes us rise above the mundane,

Circumstance or happenstance

That separates us from the urbane?

It is the Spirit within our soul

That raises us and makes us whole.

.

©DGA 12 February 2012 07:34

You

 .

The heart of my soul

Is a part of Your Whole

A spark of Your flame

A drop in Your sea

You are the God in me

 .

©DGA 06 February 2012 05:04

Renewal

.

 I feel a clear fresh wind

Blowing through my brain

Sweeping out the cobwebs

So I can live again

.

I feel a clear fresh wind

Dusting out my mind

Vacuuming up bad mem’ries

And leaving good behind

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©DGA 19 January 2012 05:35