The other side

How is life different
From the other side?

When two become one
Do hearts really unite?

Do we just drift
Searching eternally?

Or are we just flotsam
In the brimming sea?

Questions, always asking
Answers, never coming

Yet we keep on going
Until Him we see

And then our questions cease
All our answers are known

And life becomes different
On the other side

Poem for a little one

You were loved ere we held you
Believing it was God’s grace
In anticipation we waited
To meet you face to face

You smiled in all our visions
You danced in all our dreams
How eagerly we waited
To hold you in our arms

As the day drew nearer
The hours grew so much longer
As impatiently we waited
To feel you in the real

All our hopes and visions
All our love and dreams
The promise of a lifetime
Are now, too soon, ended

Dear God, why?
The question we endlessly wonder
Did we move too quickly?
Or did we move away
From Your own sweet will for us?
We wait for your reply

The pain now we feel
Of a love that ended so soon
Before a life can truly begin
The hurt must one day end

All we can do now is wait
All we may do now is pray
That Your promise to answer
Abundantly, our hearts’ desire

But if it’s not Your Will
Then Your grace we truly need
For no other being can fill
The void in our hearts and lives

Sitting on the edge

Sitting on the edge
Feeling the rain
It is coming
I wait

Gazing at the future
Wanting the past
Which is better?
I ask

Wishing for forever
Forgetting, never
Silently arising
I go

Dreams

Dreams

As little children, our futures seem so bright
We laugh and play, in an endless summer dream
How far away those days now seem
And we now live in a world where wrong is right

Where are all those glowing dreams of ours?
Have they gone to another time and place?
Is life nothing but an endless race?
And we reduced to merely passing the hours?

What is the measure of a man (and woman)?
Do dreams have to end with the coming of age?
Can’t we hold on to dreams and not to rage?
Must we stop dreaming, whatever we may yearn?

Dreams are for losers, the scoffers will say
But I’ll rather be a dreaming loser
Than be a losing user
Of all this world has, come what may

But then, we poets are always dreamers
Having our heads in the clouds above
And writing about our hopes and love
While all around is doom and gloom
But then again, maybe we should all find room
In our hearts
Sometime

Another poem

An ode to love....

Lost

One look
One touch
One smile
Fallen

One hope
One dream
One wish
Unspoken

Two hands
Two spirits
Two souls
Entwined

Life
Awakes
Eternity
Awaits

For you

Original poems

Just a quick note to reply to all who have asked----yes, the poems that I post on my blog are ORIGINAL!!! Not to say that I have not been influenced/inspired by things that I've read before, but honestly, I don't think my poems are that good, so I couldn't have stolen them from anyone! :-P

Some of the poems I've written are intensely private and are my ways of dealing with things that happen in my life, so I've not posted them yet, while others are corny (I LOVE writing limericks like There was a girl from Myammar, who liked to sing and ham around, till one fine day, she popped her leg, and now she can only lie around!) so I don't share them for fear of scaring the few friends I have!

Anyway, rest assured, I'll post another poem soon, just need to be inspired to share...hmm, I think I wrote one on love a few years ago and it was printed in my company's newsletter. Must go look for it....

The Great Divide

this poem is dedicated to a very dear loved one who has just crossed over to eternity.

The Great Divide

Standing across a great divide
I reach for you, but cannot find
How do I touch your hand
Just once again?

I shout your name
Into the uncaring wind
It blows back a cold draft
That touches my very soul

Lord, I want to believe,
A better place do we go
When this world we depart
But faith is tested in the darkest hour
Between dusk and dawn

Only You can hold me together
When all around me crumble and fall
In the raging storm
In the fiery struggle
I stumble

You hear me when I call
You find me when I’m lost
Alone in the fields
Yet surrounded by You

Across the great divide stand I
I cross over
On Your Cross
To the other side

Falling into You

Falling Into You

Falling into You
Softly I come
Willing to be
All You ask
Of me

Surrounded by fears
Engulfed in flames
None can help
None will help
But You

You called me
Out of darkness
Happily I rise
Lightly I soar
To You

A Happy Poem

I'm an occasional poet, and thought I could publish my poems on my blog occasionally! Here's one I did some years back in response to a friend's complaints about my bouts of depressed thinking....

Here's a happy Poem
Dedicated to a friend I know
Who says I'm always depressed
Pessimistic and way down below!

So I'll flit like a butterfly
From flower to flower
And then to your nose
To join you in your shower!

Ooops, sorry, boys and girls
Forgot this poem is supposed to be PG!
So out I'll go, to wait for you in your bower
Then you and I will run out to play by the sea

How happy and carefree we shall be
Busy playing like bumble bees
Dancing around the sand dunes we'll be
Silly and joyful and terribly carefree!