Poetry Fragments From the Past, Take 1

I’ve mentioned before that I’m going through stuff, and purging and organizing things. I came across one of those “empty books” that used to be so popular (I don’t know, maybe they still are) in which I’d written some things, a few free verse poems, some journal entries, some quotes I liked, general stuff. I thought I’d share some of the poetry stuff here. Keep in mind, some of this reflects a time when I was deeply depressed as well as times when I was in an upswing.


Whisper of the Starwind

There is a wind so sweet and fair. It blows the stars on a straight and even course. Scientists say it is merely a flow of electrons. I say it is much more. It brings the sweet song of the stars down to the dreamers of hope. It brings laughter and life to the loving poet, who transcribes the music of the stars into language even the non-dreamers can understand if they try, or rather if they don’t, for it is a language that is not understood but believed, not heard, but felt. The language of the heavens. The words God used when He brought the universe into being. The words of power and strength. The words of salvation and truth. Words that even a child can comprehend if he is allowed to. It is a soft, gentle wind, but it holds the stars in place and carries the echo of their song.


To sleep, perchance to dream….For who knows what manner of dreams come in that eternal sleep.
To sleep and rise no more. To dream in Heaven’s glory: not to enter th’eternal couch in fear and dread, but as a queen coming to her coronation bed.
I have no fear of death nor any dread of my death dreams; for in death I shall live forever. I shall not be lonely, for I shall be part of each one left alive. I will float on eagle’s wings, run and not grow weary. I will be part of the star song that is carried along on the wind from the sun I will never again see sunshine, but will eternally see the Son. I will be snuggled to the breast of Mother Earth. I will be enfolded in her loving arms. She will stroke my kittenish back. She will tickle my cattish ears and will open my eyes to the wonders she reserves for her own.


There ain’t no more people to kill

Guns and armies fighting a war,
Machines pushing buttons continue to destroy.
There ain’t no more people to kill,
There ain’t no more people to kill.
From the deserts of Arizona to the steeples of Westminster,
From the Arctic Ocean to the Dead Sea.
There ain’t no more people to kill,
There ain’t no more people to kill.
No birds to fly on the nuclear winds,
No more plants or animals to breathe the burning air,
No fish to swim the radioactive seas.
There ain’t no more people to kill.
But, the machines keep on pushing buttons, recording damages done to the great cinder that was once a planet with people left to kill.


“It is as much a presumption to think you can do nothing as to think there is some critical place which just you and no one else is made to fill. The latter folly supposes that God exhausted Himself when He made you; the former folly, equally impious, supposes that God made a hopeless blunder when He made you.”
– Phillips Brooks



Life is like a forest, full of pathways. We each travel our own path and we must travel alone. Sometimes the path of another may cross ours. Sometimes, they overlap for a ways. Some may come close but never quite touch. Some paths are easier to walk, being dry, clear, and well-traveled. Some are dark, muddy, and isolated.
Sometimes the path we are on comes to a dead end, or what appears to be one. Sometimes, it is just an overgrowth to test our strength, but sometimes it is a true end. Then we must find a new path. Sometimes we can do this easily alone, sometimes others help make it easier. Sometimes we must do the difficult alone. This makes us stronger. Occasionally, we can look ahead and see, through a break in the trees, where we believe our path will lead, only to cross a hill and discover a sudden turning to lead us from where we thought to go.
Sometimes the paths that seem to be less traveled are best, for they lead to hidden expanses of beauty. Unfortunately, this is not always so. We must take care in choosing our path and constantly be on guard for warning signs left by those who’ve traveled before us.
We should never fear to change the direction we take, for each step forward is in the direction of growth and strength.
As the far edge of the forest draws near, as it must, for the forest moves as well we, we will gain a clearness of vision and be able to better see the path before us, as well as the path behind us. We cannot changed the path once we have traveled it, but we can understand where we have traveled, the hills and valleys, the brambles and the meadows. This can help to choose the path to follow in the future, or even if we need to cut our own.


Go away!
I’m running.
Leave me alone!
I’m scared.
Bug off!
Help me.
I’m independent!
I need a friend.
You’re trespassing!
Love me anyway.

People cause pain. Love hurts. Only the strong survive and I’m growing weak. I cannot stand alone, but none will stand with me.

Don’t talk to me!
Listen instead and hear my dreams.

It is hard to reach and touch someone who is facing the other way.
It is impossible to hear when you’re only waiting to speak.


I’m coming!
Don’t run.
I understand!
Don’t be afraid.
I care!
Let me help.

Yes, life is pain. God has used my weakness to show His strength. He has taught me the worth of His joy at the price of my tears,

I’ll be your friend!
I’ve been hurt, too.
Talk to me!
I will listen.

I have asked God to reach to you through me. His hand and mine are extended. He will never turn His back and He will listen forever. Let us look together to see His plan for your dream.


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