Bouncing ball to play
One child sees much brighter day
And what should we say?
Yes, be like the child
Just carefree and fun and wild
And yet meek and mild
Leave behind the fray
And, oh, go the child’s way
And for awhile stay
Jesus once said that you have to become like a child to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, for the Kingdom is made of children. Perhaps, then, we adults need to learn to grow down?
Refreshing rains come
And then again shines the sun
Both to restore life
All to refresh earth
Does the Lord cycle nature
Both wild and tame
And life is no game
And never remains the same
But does continue . . .
On and on to infinity
Two roads are ahead
And a place to make your bed
Hear what has been said
The choice is for you
However there are but two
Only one is true
So make your choice wise
For there is only one prize
And great is the size
But is it worth it There are streets of gold
Or much better just to sit So we are told by the bold
This trek takes real grit Where there is no cold
The venture is long
And the going for the strong
And many turn wrong
There are streets of gold But is it worth it
So we are told by the bold Or much better just to sit
Where there is no cold This trek takes real grit
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All across this land
Part of a wandering band
Guides the Guiding Hand
Meeting all demands
Following many commands
Still the Guiding Hand
Fall to reprimands
Rise up to once again stand
By the Guiding Hand
Wash away my stains
With pen and ink is great gain
Redemption no strain
My sins on paper
Misdeeds become like vapor
In poem faults taper
I write them away
Saying what I have to say
And without dismay
Sweet voice around me
Better than a Christmas tree
Leave me here to be
God is on his throne
And this happiness is known
As this heart has grown
Future is unknown
But this father does not groan
He is with his own
Bills I cannot pay
Flood my desk throughout the day
And there they will stay
Demands I must meet
Stick me to my metal seat
So I will not greet
God is in heaven
My life is left to leaven
Clock strikes eleven
Time rolls on
And steals my next meal
Will I heal?
Note: This poem is haiku-based. The first three stanzas follow the 5-7-5 syllable pattern, while the fourth, and final, is in a 3-5-3 syllable pattern.
Our sun will still rise
We will have our prize to claim
And walk without shame
Tree leaves will still fall
Beautiful autumn for all
And hear heaven’s call
Still there will be joys
And, too, playing girls and boys
Games, laughter and toys
Fret not! The sun still shines . . .
Even behind the dark clouds!
Creature of the night
Screecher in the darkest hour
Leecher of the soul
Turn the deadlock bolt
Return to safety of bed
Burn with abject fear
Tis All Hollow’s Eve
Following the Sabbath Day
But evil makes way
Note: The above written in response to JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Creature, the challenge for October 30th.
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