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Evolution

Post No. 790

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Evolution

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As I gaze at the small green triangle, that was once a wide

Grassy hillside, I see the haze, the mist, closing in slowly,

Creeping downward and blanketing all in its path.

Where once there were meadows, streams and

Strong green trees, now human ants have eaten

Them all away, leaving only a concrete jungle,

Expanding by the day. Progress? Or regress?

I would rather the flower-filled view,

Changing with the seasons,

Than the neat, cemented, sanitized structures,

Impersonal clones that we call homes.

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©Denise G Allen, 10 April 2015 09:36


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Sweet Dreams

Post No. 789

Sweet Dreams

Babies’ breath, talcum powder,
Eiderdown, a fluffy cloud,
Floats on high in a clear blue sky.
Innocence and purity
Should grow into maturity,
But, no, he may lack integrity.

Evil creeps in through the door –
What on earth is he waiting for?
Takes advantage while he can
To profit from the greed of man.
The sweetest dreams have been and gone,
Lost, unfounded, one by one.

But redemption is there within his reach:
Listen to the pastor preach,
Take heart and rue the day
When Satan came and hoped to stay.
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©Denise G Allen, 08 April 2015 06:07


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My head, my brain, my mind

Post No. 787

 

My head, my brain, my mind

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My head says one thing,

But I can’t make up my mind.

My brain tells me, ‘No’,

But my mind cannot decide.

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There is no unity between the three,

They all seem doomed to disagree.

‘Mind over matter’, or so the saying goes,

So what’s the matter with my mind?

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‘Out of sight, out of mind’ is another,

So tell me, my brother,

Is it possible for me

To leave my mind behind?

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I can lose my mind

Or I could lose my head

But if I lost my brain

I surely would be dead.

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This poem was written in 20I2, but I must have forgotten to publish it, lol.

Oh dear, I see it was published although a search did not find it.  Gremlins!

©DGA 20 January 2012 09:34


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Mercy

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O God, King of all kings,

King of all things under the sun

Since life begun,

You mould me like clay

Of which I am made,

But what have I done ~

I am but a tool for Your use,

A nail in Your cross,

The wood for Your saw,

And I always fall short.

Perfection is Yours for the taking,

Yours for the making.

I fail to preach what You teach,

Help my soul to reach,

To touch the hem of Your cloak

To provoke Your healing hands.

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©Denise G Allen, 26 November 2014 06:56


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Our God

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The greatest engineer and architect is He
Who designed and built our world
Within a world, within a world, within a world..,
Concentric circles of never-ending immensity –
And He made me!

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How wonderfully formed are we,
Engineered to the nth degree,
Working to perfection under His protection.
Rejoice, I say, rejoice,
Let our praises ring throughout eternity.

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Let the mountains echo into space
And the vastness of creation
Unite in adoration,
Glorifying You, O God,
Our Father and our Maker.

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©Denise G Allen, 21 November 2014 08:07

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