Post No. 843
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Dreaming
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Is life a dream and are we dreamers all
imaginations running wild as the wind
and when we experience déjà vu
does your subconscious speak to you
we enter and leave by the gates of birth and death
born into one reality to die into another
only baring our souls uncloaked to a few
that we trust are faithful and true
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©Denise G Allen, 22 July 2015 09:22
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I lost myself in the ways of the world,
I stumbled and fell in the mire,
But the Lord saw me fall
And He reached out his hand,
Said, I understand,
It is easy for you to do,
Just keep your eyes on the cross
At the top of the hill
Where the road runs straight and true,
If you falter and fall, you must pick yourself up,
If you stray on the way, call on Me
For I will be there – My love will set you free.
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©Denise G Allen, 21 October 2014 15:51
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a joyful crowd lined the way
along the busy streets;
no one guessed, no one knew,
that he would be dead,
nailed to a cross,
before the end of day.
a carpet of palm leaves
strewed the path
while the people laughed and cheered.
(how easily are they swayed?)
tricked, trapped, betrayed,
his spotless life exchanged
for that of a common criminal,
scourged, cursed by his people,
he bowed to the will of his father
to bring us his message of love
on that hill named golgotha.
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©Denise G Allen, 09 September 2014 07:06
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Our Father loves us
how could He not
we are His children
no matter our sin
He forgives us for ever
until our last breath
seventy times seven
He has said
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and by sending His Son
His groundswell of love
created a bridge
right over the chasm
so we can join the children
crossing over in joy
and all we must do
is love and believe
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©Denise G Allen, 01 September 2014 06:03
*Edited
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A desert of despair
is how the world seems to me
when will the killing end
innocence rebound
kindness resurface
and mankind heal
finding trust once again
to fill the gap ‘tween
God and man
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©Denise G Allen, 28 August 2014 16:50
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How can we expect to understand
His celestial brilliance
When we are mere motes of dust
In His shining light.
He sees all things clearly,
We see dimly through misted glass;
He sees all, from the big to the small
And knows when the last leaf will fall.
Only with hindsight
Do we glimpse his plan
And, as for the rest, we must
Just trust.
Life is a pathway to Him and
Step by step we make our way
Onward and upward ‘til we lay
At his feet, replete in His love.
He is a great God, the only true God,
The one God – for me-and-you God –
Whom we will honour and worship
For eternity.
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©Denise G Allen, 01 July 2014 08:24
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…can move mountains,
Or so they say…
But the faith that God
Wants us to have
Is as pure as spring water,
Fountains, clean and clear
As a child’s view,
Without conditions, restrictions,
And no complications,
But the more we struggle to understand,
The harder we try to read God’s mind,
The further we stray from His way.
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©Denise G Allen, 30 June 2014 07:33
Innocence
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Innocence
A fluffy little bundle of white,
Head up and tail held high,
Tripped confidently across
The street between the cars,
Drivers unable to see.
I held my breath as wheels
Passed him by on either side
But his luck failed at last
And he went tumbling head over
Heels as the cars went past…
Innocence goes hand in hand
With trust and disappears
Sometimes s-l-o-w-l-y, sometimes
Gently, but oft times too-fast-to-see,
Ground under the wheels of life.
Photograph and poem: ©Denise G Allen, May 2014 06:17
http://www.bhg.com/gardening/plant-dictionary/perennial/gaura/
Delicate and airy, gaura is known as ‘Whirling Butterflies’, inspired by its dainty, dancing butterflylike flowers. It has long reddish stems that bear loose panicles …
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When the world is turned upside down
And values stand on their head,
When corruption is condoned
And whistle-blowers victimised,
What hope is there for upright men
Who stand alone against this world’s insanity?
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©Denise G Allen, 25 April 2014 05:35
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Good and evil,
God and the devil,
Hope and despair.
In our need to survive
Hope keeps us alive;
As the cool waters flow
Hope keeps us afloat
In the sea(-son) of life.
Hope is frail, pale,
A shadow without substance,
Hollow as an empty bowl
Until, filled with God’s promise,
Trust is born in our soul.
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©Denise G Allen, 24 February 2014 10:02
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