There would be

There would be silence, if mind was still

there would be peace, if there was will

yet all that lingers are doubts within thought

for everything one could and ought

Each year does trickle by seconds unseen

fading in darkness of unending dream

motions the turning of time

most without reason or rhyme

There could be fortune if coin did not measure

but rather by family and laughter our treasure

prosperity grown without greed

with faith and compassion our seeds

There might be solace if he did not linger

tempting the spirit to posture by finger

a world without anger or hate

I wonder if it’s now too late…

There might be marvel within every turn

If much like our children, from heart we would learn

A pastime of wonder by sight

Where hope is our stronghold at night

There might be acceptance, if judgment would die

And for all our failings we simply would try

For we cannot mold man from clay

and God will address all one day

I would not be foolish if I had the mind

to seek not these blessings of which I can't find

I would not be weary if I would relent

accepting what is, in content

But no I must linger and grope in the dark

for any small proof of a wondrous spark

wishing and hoping this world still had heart

far from the failings of start, with virtuous truth to impart.

 

K. E-C.

Deo Volente

August 29, 2015

Growth

If I shall put to rest
my worst, then soon my best
for from each fall and wayward slip
I’ve found with time resounding grip
Each fault has made me sound
by them this self was found

Deo Volente
February 4, 2011

Rain

Rain is but a heavenly shower,
that washes away the doubts of morrow.
To nurture the soil and seed of sure…
so we may grow to something more.

D.V.
January 8, 2011

Everyone's a critic

I was watching the television and it occurred to me that most commercials are, well, stupid. I don't mean silly, ha ha, I mean pointless, so out there you are left wondering what the point was. Then there are a few works of true talent, as they all should be. The ones that have you laughing, singing along, the ones that catch your attention and leave an impression. That my friend is the difference between throwing something out there and a work of art. Needless to say it all got me thinking, what if I were to critic the endless commercials that seem to rule the world of television...maybe I will, after all, everyone is a critic!

D.V.

Incomparable...

There is no sound as beautiful
as the voice of encouragement
no touch as gentle
as the hand of support
no thought as charitable
as an act of selflessness
no gift so precious
as the blessing of a child...
and no blessing as great
as Gods undying love.

Deo Volente
July 14, 2010

just a thought

If by failure I gain knowledge
then by failure I succeed

DV
July 3, 2010