Michael S Davis

Michael S Davis Apr 2013

My soul enraptured, my spirit soars;
My heart is captured, my love is yours.
I want to shout it. I want to scream.
I cannot speak it. I can only dream.
Yes, I must love you, amorously.
Yet, I am yours, anonymously.

©1998 Michael S. Davis

Michael S Davis Apr 2013

My Only Child

I though of God's great love for me and I began to understand
When i looked at that child of mine grip my finger with her hand.
My beautiful daughter, my only child, my very flesh and bone,
My precious flowering rose, I would not give her to atone;
Not for my own sin or any other, much less my enemy.

I love her and would give my life in place of hers, my freedom to keep her free.
I've watched her grow and am so proud of the person that she is;
And pray even with me failing her, she knows that she is His.
In God's Son she's put her faith and with His Son does walk,
And thank my God that every day with His only Child will talk.

©1996 Michael S. Davis

Michael S Davis Apr 2013

The Line in the Sand

There are moments when God's light shines bright across the sands of time,
revealing the difference between right and wrong with an indisputable line.

A line not drawn by the hand of man, it drips from the heart of God;
as unrighteous men reject his plan and refuse his grace for a rod.
When those times come and the line is drawn and God calls for men to stand,
you'll find us there at the break of dawn; in His light at the line in the sand.

©2003 Michael S. Davis

As much as I hate the idea of war, the reality is that evil will triumph when good men do nothing. I am glad that we as a nation, with all of our faults and mistakes, have often sent men of honor, to stand at the line in the sand trying to do what is right. It is for those men who actual stand on that line to who this poem pays tribute.

Michael S Davis Apr 2013

Resurrection

When there is death, there is no hope
Without a resurrection.
In this life, things often die
And leave no satisfaction.
Because of Christ's great sacrifice
there is a new beginning.
And though it's hard, please take my hand;
Our new life now is starting.
Tomorrow's dim and filled with dreams.
Today is ours together.
So, step by step we'll walk this road
Through sun or stormy weather.
We'll make this day of resurrection
The hope for our tomorrows
And hand in hand we'll start again
As one for all that follows.

©1998 Michael S. Davis

In 1998 when my I ask my wife to marry me, it was going to be a second marriage for each of us. I wrote this after our engagement, before our marriage, for Easter that year. Fifteen years as one for what follows.

Michael S Davis Apr 2013

My Heart in Your Hand

Flush and Pink and brand-spanking new,
As you wiggle and squint and try to coo;
While i tickle and stroke and ooo and ahh,
And say something silly like, "I'm your Papa!"

Mommy is resting with joy in her sighs,
and daddy is watching with pride in his eyes.
Your family is gathered both near and far
and they're praying for you wherever they are.

On my big finger, your tiny ones land
and with that little clasp, my heart's in your hand.
Hold it with care in all that you do,
know that I'm here and papa loves you!

©2000 Michael S. Davis

Michael S Davis Apr 2013

This Tree Bids Me Bow

I stand awed before this tree in Autumn.
My eyes feast on the beauty they behold.
Against the canopy of bright blue heaven,
Leaves stand out in crimson and gold.

I stand chilled before this tree in Winter.
It stands startk and lifeless as stone.
Sad gray skies seem to frame and center
Naked branches lifeless as stone.

I stand trembling before this tree in Spring.
Once dead branches sing forth with life.
Here I witness an Easter morning
That ends all of Winter's great strife.

I sit content under this tree in Summer,
Enjoying the shade of its boughs.
I give thanks to God, the Tree-Maker,
Before Him this tree bids me bow.

©1996 Michael S. Davis

Michael S Davis Mar 2013

Feeling Your Presence

Like a infant I feel your nurturing touch and understanding patience.
As a child I rest in the comfort of your warm and soothing embrace.
You awaken the adventurous heart of the boy I once was, as I see the world new in you.
I stir with pubescent passion at the sight of your sensual loveliness.
You lift me to the challenge of life once again with the vigor of my primal manhood.
In the maturity of love I carefully weigh the balance of the choices that unite us.

You carry me to understanding that my age does not comprehend;
And I feel you as the child I have been,
The youth I wish I’d been,
The tiger I thought I was,
The man I have become,
And the old husband who will wisely grow old

feeling your presence.

©1998 Michael S. Davis