Michael S Davis

Michael S Davis Mar 2013

One More

One more step,
One more load of clothes,
One more phone call,
One more postponed promise,
One more complaint,
One more box to move,
One more backache unsoothed.
One more favor to ask,
One more day of work,
One more dollar short,
One more throbbing headache,
One more problem faced,
One more solution needed,
One more curse to bear,
One more blessing sought,
One more stolen moment,
One more card to mail,
One more lonely night,
One more day apart, but...
One more day loving you, and
One more day of being loved.

©Michael S. Davis 2013

Michael S Davis Mar 2013

A Lake, A Quill, A Pen

A lake,
This day is placid, calm, at peace
But could be rippled, tossed, and chopped;
Submits to change, the winds increase,
From glass to wave white topped.

A quill,
Adrift, from wing’s one shake,
Will not soar, but float;
Reacting to emoting lake
To ride, perhaps to quote.

A pen,
From lake, to quill, to pen then ink
The quill’s flight afloat it scribes;
To find a cause, a purpose, a link
When in a poets hand ascribes.

©Michael S. Davis 2013

This is the first poem I have written the same day I have posted. If you check out my page you will see that the picture I have there is of a feather floating on water. I took the picture at Swan lake in Sumter, SC. I chose the picture because of the allusion of the feather to a quill pen. Today I took the allusion, and wrote a poem. I though of several ways to go with this one. May write another from the perspective of the quill doing the writing.

Michael S Davis Mar 2013

Remarkable You

Created by God,
Redeemed through His Son,
What He is doing in you has only begun.

Your special gifts,
Sent from above,
Make a beautiful difference, when framed by your love.

Conscientiously devoted,
To doing what's right,
You never give up without a justified fight.

Some say you're stubborn,
They just don't understand,
You hold in your heart, what's placed in your hand.

I love you dearly,
But that's nothing new,
Being loved shouldn't surprise remarkable you!

© Michael S. Davis 1998

Michael S Davis Mar 2013

Gloria

In life she sowed God's Word with grace,
She sang, she taught, she cared, with smiling face;
Expressed with gifted hands her soul's great love,
As from her heart she shared a music born above.

In death she reaps a harvest gold,
And plays and sings a song of triumph, bold.
Then we note with hearts that pine and long,
Her name was praise, her life a song!

We face the night; she rises with the day,
We sing and play and send her on her way;
Secure and safe with the knowledge of Christ's hope,
She goes to God - Gloria In Excelsis Deo!

A tribute
to
Gloria Wilson Westmoreland
September 3, 1927 - March 7, 2003
©2003 Michael S. Davis

Michael S Davis Mar 2013

A Lifetime, Too Short

A Lifetime, Too Short

The seconds tick by, as seconds always do;
A second can’t pass, without a thought of you.

The minutes slip by, as time marches on;
A minute won't escape lacking dreams of you sown.

The hours stride by, as the earth spins around;
An hour's not enough to enjoy the love that I’ve found.

The days burn by, as we circle the sun;
Each day's too short, since my heart you have won.

The months crawl by, facing each full moon;
Each month of your beauty ends way, too soon.

The years sweep by, as myriad stars above;
But they’ll not be enough, to get a taste of your love.

©2013 Michael S. Davis

Michael S Davis Mar 2013

I am Blessed to Call You Friend

I am blessed to call you friend.
Though, I wonder how our friendship would be measured
if divided by the miles and dispersed among the seasons
that have passed between us.

Instead, the blessing has been multiplied
with each step along the journey
and we’ve found no lasting separation
for those who pause and taste of God’s good grace.

So, I thank you for a friendship - that,
with one hand, held a light
that illuminated God’s righteousness,
while the other reached out in mercy, love and prayer.

©Michael S. Davis 2000

Michael S Davis Feb 2013

A Heart’s Prayer

My heart sings with the love we share together.
It beats with the tempo of our dreams;
throbs with passion I did not know existed;
aches with longing when we’re apart;
flutters with each glimpse of her beauty;
stops at the thought of life without her.

I pray that my love gives her a song,
and ask that her every dream come true.
May her passion enrich her future,
and fear and doubt last but a moment.
Let her glow in the midst of sorrow,
Please, God, keep her safe from every harm.

Then perhaps . . .
You can weave our dreams together,
and enrich our lives with each other;
as we chase away the loneliness,
and walk through this life as one.

©2012 Michael S. Davis