The Circle Of Friends - Hello Poetry

Jun 2017

Sometimes Starr

freewrite about Jesus Christ June 1st 2017

In infinite succession you will find Jesus Christ
In our world without proof and erased history, he existed.
he did, and he is there. He was man and God in one.
He was the messiah who came. It's just how you choose to believe in Him.
Or maybe not, maybe it is anathema if you believe in some other thing.
See, these things are what they are. God has found you.

think, what his name means. perfect circle. the epitome of human existence. like, a gauge boson of love, or am i going too far?

it's all good.
that is, if you choose to believe it is.

i hope you aren't looking for answers in these words,
cause, oh... dear lord. you'll be looking for
an eternity, child!

Sep 2013

Hilda

With the Help of God

I may not often have the time
To express my gratitude
for all you do for me
Day dissolves into night
leaving words unsaid
while loving hands continue
to knead each loaf of bread
So please forgive me of any wrong
robbing you of thy song
With the help of God I'll strive to be
A better mother to Marian
and sweeter wife to thee.

**~Hilda~

Sep 2013

Hilda

His Presence

I sought Him in temples where anthems swell
Stained glass windows and polished sermons suave;
Yet here I knew He did not dwell,
While poor child of dust creeps to his grave.

I sought Him in churches rustic and plain
Eager to drown my heartfelt sorrow,
These mockery so futile and vain
As I searched for a brighter morrow.

In meadow alone, a breeze touched my face
Whispering of days bygone, yet still dear
When life flowed at a leisurely pace
And I felt His presence - O! so near!

Bittersweet weeping of the mourning dove
Awakens me to sad pleading eyes
Shattering my heart with vials of love.
Forsaken man and beast hold God's disguise.

I see Him in each rippling blade of grass
When dew of morn glistens with His tears.
In moaning of wind I hear Him pass
Through aromatic pines and lose all fears.

God does not dwell in temples made with hand,
But speaks to us through each soughing pine.
Proud wealthiest mansions o'er all the land
Mocked by His majestic Hand divine.

**~Hilda~

Sep 2013

JK Cabresos

Only A Dream

You are a dream
I could have for a thousand sleeps,
A wonderful dream
in a moonlit night of loneliness,
Of winding roads
where our hearts may never be lost,
Of silhoutted horizon
where our love is unnoticed by most,
Of soaring mountains
where there are no impediments,
Of azure skies
where broken vows are ours to mend,
Of shallow rivers
where our memories may never sink,
Of hourless forest
where a never ending story do exist;
Yet you are only a dream
I could have for a thousand sleeps
A wonderful dream
in a moonlit night of loneliness.

Sep 2013

Marian

Azalea Forest

Beautiful pink azaleas are growing here and there,
A touch of surreal pink fills the forest air,
Tall, tall trees beautifully grow;
Oh I love this forest so!
Patches of light-green grass,
Grow here and there on the forest path,
Sunlight illuminates the air;
Birds are chirping without a care.
God created each azalea with love,
Just as He made the beautiful dove,
Evening sunlight dances in the west;
Shining in the Azalea Forest.

*~Marian~

Sep 2013

JK Cabresos

Planner

I'm not used of planning everyday,
what happens is what God has planned for me.

Sep 2013

Jessica

I Don't Know About Tomorrow

I don't know about tomorrow;
I just live from day to day
I don't borrow from it sunshine
For its skies may turn to grey

I don't worry o'er the future
For I know what Jesus said
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what lies ahead

Every step is getting brighter
As the golden stairs I climb;
Every burden's getting lighter,
Every could is silver-lined

There the sun is always shining,
There no tear will dim the eye;
At the ending of the rainbow
Where the mountains touch the sky

I don't know about tomorrow
It may bring me poverty
But the one who feeds the sparrow,
Is the one who stands by me

And the path that is my portion
May be through the flame or flood;
But his presence goes before me
And I'm covered with His blood

Many things about tomorrow
I don't seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know who holds my hand

Title in the original language of this poem: Tuhan Yang Pegang

Sep 2013

Jessica

The Love of God

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue and pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell

The guilty pair, bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin

When years of time shall pass away
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who were refuse to pray
On rocks and hills and mountains call

God's love so sure, shall still endure
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam's race-
The saint's and angles' song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade

To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky

Love of God, how rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

— The End —