God's hand sprinkles this dust
That ever so gleams, glitters, glistens
Mind dust, stardust, what is it?
A gift from the Master
To teach us great beauty of thought
The loveliness of the mind.
Not tangible unless put into action of course
We retrieve the joy of those mindful thoughts
The brightest ones that dance and play.
What can my Master do today with them I pray
Where will He take them, how will He use them
My thoughts and me
I am but clay at the potters wheel
Using my mind He will create daily a new vessel
Placing a new and right spirit, a thought within me.
Love, joy, happiness and peace are the way
Think on these things he doth say.
Whatever is true, lovely and pure that I may
With great pride not delay
Praising my Saviour everday
For stardust, sparkling, ever so lovely mind dust
Has come to stay.
The End
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
There he was
With his black velvet heart
Smooth to touch, to feel, to love
Drawing me into that luxuriousness of this man
Something so soft, but so dark, so dark.
So I continued to be drawn by the softness, the richness
The dark eyes, dark hair, oh the lair
Once captured there was no escape
My heart forever was bound by his sultry all
No escape for whom we fall.
I shall never leave my cell
Of love that is lost and at great cost
Was my love was for him.
In my dreams he does come
But only with pain
To hurt me, break me over again
Oh the love that was lost at such a great cost.
I lost my heart to him and to him alone
My sweet innocent heart placed at his throne
Till death do us part was so very wrong
It simply did not last that long
But for him my mind does still roam.
To love again I will never impart
Because of his black velvet heart.
The End
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
Through the darkness of this illness I lay
Praying for light and joy to come my way
Realizing in sickness there must be more
What may I learn from this bleak score
Alas I've realized I can adore
The solitude and quiet bliss I have in store
From lifes busyness and exhausting door
I come through to a quiet shore
Using my mind I can explore
A plethora of ideas that never bore
Then happiness and joy are once more restored.
The End
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC