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I have loved many, before I got to know them.
I had been touch by Christ to love them as he does.
Some I felt my heart breaking for them and their situation.
Some I see Christ rise up in them like a hurricane does.
I was put on this world not to hate anyone but to love unconditionally.
For this was what he called me to do, no matter what they do.
Love unconditionally is only impossible when Christ is not in the equation.
But he is in the equation for me so even those whom want to destroy the usa.
Out of selfish greed I need still to love them especially  unconditional.
For without God and without love , we have nothing to live for.
 Jan 2015
WendyStarry Eyes
Thanks to God for my Redeemer,
Thanks for all Thou dost provide!
Thanks for times now but a memory,
Thanks for Jesus by my side!
Thanks for pleasant, balmy springtime,
Thanks for dark and stormy fall!
Thanks for tears by now forgotten,
Thanks for peace within my soul!!!
 Jan 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
...
One day
When all events will be finished,
Then you will see
Over and over again
Is this why the door closed,
By that time the window next to
The road is full of trash

Little by little
I will be almost removed
From your mind
Then Red Sun will be appeared
In a new horizon,
The birds will sing the same as before
You will laugh
For some reason mystery

Flowers will be dancing
Before you
You will be singing with someone
Highborn
Moonlight will brighten
Your night
And your Sky will be filled with
Full of dreams

But then you will not feel the,
Moonlit wet night
As your first feeling flourished
Like a Red Rose,
Either an Evergreen Love Song
Or As a Romantic Poem,
Hold your hands in a way
That will be mystic wandering

Remember My Darling,
And then I will exist
Thousands of Millions of miles
Away from you,
As a Bright Star
Will be burned myself
And be Fallen as dust
On your Eyes-
...
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
dust of bright star
 Jan 2015
WendyStarry Eyes
Unlikley circumstances
Are God's way of guiding us
Makes no sense to human brains
He has a purpose
Which we will sustain
Even when we think
Our lives are mundane
If we ask for forgivness
Jesus will maintain
Peace in our hearts
Will be faithfully true
When we realize Jesus
Gave us His life
On the Cross
To carry us through*
Thank you, Jesus
It is as if the Holy Spirit took control of my pen taking notes at church today. I felt my Grandma with me as we sang some of the hymns she sang with me as a child. I know the power is Jesus that is what Grandma wanted/guided me to figure out. Now she is in Heaven and I am treasured with The Holy Spirit.
 Jan 2015
Ann M Johnson
Trying to recover from the Flu
There is so much yet that I have to do
I have midterm tests coming up
Doctor ordered rest
Feeling some stress
My apartment's becoming a mess
Trying to do my best
In my yearning to become a good learner
Unfortunately poetry has taken a back burner
 Jan 2015
Hilda
Just thought I'd write these few lines
Praying God will take this message to you
I miss you so, dearest Joy!
Words cannot express the pain
Locked within my breast
Those times we sat sipping black coffee and
Talking about God and the Bible
Listening to a preacher on TV or sometimes a cartoon
The scent of your cigarette blending with spicy apple candle
Later you graduated to a smokeless cigarette,
Then finally you became too weak to smoke at all
Or even drink or eat or move
Dearest Joy, I miss you so!
I try to laugh and smile and joke
To comfort Tim and Marian yet the ache remains in my heart
Tim says he sometimes thinks he hears your footsteps in the woods
Sometimes I think I hear your soft knock at our door
Or that the phone ringing will be you
Always you were so sweet and appreciative
Thanking me over and over for the simplest little things
Thank you, sweetest Joy, for the lovely drinking glasses you gave us
And that special card you made which said
"Until we drink together of that water in heaven"
Forgive me for the Hospice group, dear Joy
I honestly believed that they would try to help
Rather than just cheerfully watching you die day after day
Thank you, dearest Sister, for all the sweet little gifts
Most of all your friendship and love
So I am praying that God will send this message to you
Perhaps show us some glimpse of Heaven to comfort our broken hearts
We love you, Sweetest Sister, and always will

**~Hilda~
In memory of my precious sister Joy who passed to Heaven upon June 10 of this year.
© Hilda  September 5, 2014.

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