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Grace James Aug 2020
I hope heaven is a blue sky
that shines with crystals at night,
with clear water surrounded by forest
and a waterfall that tumbles down.

I hope to hear voices singing
a soft, sweet melody.
As a warm light holds me
in the warm, summer air.

I hope at night,
heaven is quiet,
as a chorus of crickets sing.

I hope there are flowers in heaven,
of every color.
And I can run in a field full of them,
and feel no pain.

I hope heaven is
where I'll see my loved ones again.
Where they'll greet me with a smile
and open arms.

"Come here, kid,"
they'll say.
And I will smile from ear to ear.

I hope heaven is
where we'll all be together,
free from worry,
and at peace.

And I hope the Lord will care for us,
His children,
in our eternal home.
Where we can look back on those
who are still on Earth.

I hope we may watch over them
and feel pride as they grow.
That we may be there
when they need someone to lift them
out of the darkness they face.

I hope heaven is
free from hate,
filled with love,
brimming with joy.

And I hope we can create
a little of this heaven
here on Earth
for the living who need it most.
Butterfly Jul 2020
The sound of the raindrops coming down from the sky calms down my mind
I've been fighting alot with my parents, lucky the rain calmed my anger a bit.
Michael R Burch Jul 2020
These are peace poems, prayer poems, hymns and lullabies I have written for family, friends and the world over the years ...

Peace Prayer
by Michael R. Burch

for Jim Dunlap

Be calm.
Be still.
Be silent, content.

Be one with the buffalo cropping the grass to a safer height.

Seek the composure of the great depths, barely moved by exterior storms.

Lift your face to the dawning light; feel how it warms.

And be calm.
Be still.
Be silent, content.



I Pray Tonight
by Michael R. Burch

I pray tonight
the starry Light
might
surround you.

I pray
by day
that, come what may,
no dark thing confound you.

I pray ere the morrow
an end to your sorrow.
May angels' white chorales
sing, and astound you.



Prayer Before Flight
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

They will teach you to scoff at love
from the highest, windiest precipice of reason.

Do not believe them.

There is no place safe for you to fall
save into the arms of love.



Love’s Extreme Unction
by Michael R. Burch

Lines composed during Jeremy’s first high school football game (he played tuba), while I watched Beth watch him.

Within the intimate chapels of her eyes—
devotions, meditations, reverence.
I find in them Love’s very residence
and hearing the ardent rapture of her sighs
I prophesy beatitudes to come,
when Love like hers commands us, “All be One!”



Love is her Belief and her Commandment
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Love is her belief and her commandment;
in restless dreams at night, she dreams of Love;
and Love is her desire and her purpose;
and everywhere she goes, she sings of Love.

There is a tomb in Palestine: for others
the chance to stake their claims (the Chosen Ones),
but in her eyes, it’s Love’s most hallowed chancel
where Love was resurrected, where one comes
in wondering awe to dream of resurrection
to blissful realms, where Love reigns over all
with tenderness, with infinite affection.

While some may mock her faith, still others wonder
because they see the rare state of her soul,
and there are rumors: when she prays the heavens
illume more brightly, as if saints concur
who keep a constant vigil over her.

And once she prayed beside a dying woman:
the heavens opened and the angels came
in the form of long-departed friends and loved ones,
to comfort and encourage. I believe
not in her God, but always in her Love.



Ave Maria
by Michael R. Burch

Ave Maria,
Maiden mild,
Listen to my earnest prayer.
Listen, O, and be beguiled.
Ave Maria.

Ave Maria,
Maiden mild,
Be Mother now to every child
Beset by earth’s thorned briars wild.
Ave Maria.

Ave Maria,
Maiden mild,
Embrace us with your Love and Grace.
Let us look upon your Face.
Ave Maria.

Ave Maria,
Maiden mild,
Please attend to our earnest call—
When will Love be All in All?
Ave Maria.



Final Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch

for my mother, Christine Ena Burch

Sleep peacefully—for now your suffering’s over.

Sleep peacefully—immune to all distress,
like pebbles unaware of raging waves.

Sleep peacefully—like fields of fragrant clover
unmoved by any motion of the wind.

Sleep peacefully—like clouds untouched by earthquakes.

Sleep peacefully—like stars that never blink
and have no thoughts at all, nor need to think.

Sleep peacefully—in your eternal vault,
immaculate, past perfect, without fault.

Amen



Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

Cherubic laugh; sly, impish grin;
Angelic face; wild chimp within.

It does not matter; sleep awhile
As soft mirth tickles forth a smile.

Gray moths will hum a lullaby
Of feathery wings, then you and I

Will wake together, by and by.

*

Life’s not long; those days are best
Spent snuggled to a loving breast.

The earth will wait; a sun-filled sky
Will bronze lean muscle, by and by.

Soon you will sing, and I will sigh,
But sleep here, now, for you and I

Know nothing but this lullaby.

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crevicesofmymind Jul 2020
If I could sleep
For one night
It would be under the stars
When the stars are smiling and the moon is bright
Where the breeze is cool and there is no light
Where I can lay against the dark earth
Where it feels safe
I want it to envelope me, hug me tight
Allow my eyes to shut slowly, with ease
With my arms out like a starfish
Bare
Vulnerable
Raw
Real
Yet so astonishingly safe
I want to fall asleep in its serenity
And dream

If I could sleep
For one night
It would be on the soft sand
Where the night sky blends with the ocean's rim above me
Where the sounds of the waves ease my eyes shut
Calming the storm in my mind
Where I can dream with no fear
And allow my dream to carry me across the ocean's waves
Blissfully

If only I could sleep
For one night
Listening to the sounds of breaking waves
Crashing
Threatening to consume me
knowing I am safe
With my eyes closed
My fingers relaxed beneath the soft grains of sand
As I delve deep into the crevices of my mind
A place where dreams seem to come true
© Hannah
Mushroompoetry Jul 2020
Yesterday I went out of the city
To where the nature lives.
Where silence still exists,
And dogs run free.

In this place full of foreign life.
Me; a mere stranger trying to fit in.
I lay myself in the unmown grass,
reaching till my chin.

Feelings of a mountain range.
Free, strong, wide, calm.
A courageous beetle scouting my slopes,
A fly landing in my palm.

There are so many places to wander to,
So many countries to undress.
But  I would always go back
To being a mountain range in the grass.
Enjoy the small things
That calm charm exterior,
Doesn't feel the same as if it were in a Picture
If so,I wish I hadn't found better one!
Valusha Jaim Jul 2020
In the darkest of nights ,
In the prettiest of hells ,
I have nurtured myself,
Then what is it that stops me, now??
To my horrors ,I realise,
Non but myself is the culprit this time!!
What you do when you're trapped
in your own mind ????
and ,
I am actually trapped this time !!
I thought I am strong
Coz I fought the entire world for my beliefs
But what i do ,
If my beliefs start shaking
I've been feeling this earthquake recently,
  So what you do when you feel ,
  this earthquake in you ?
  I've been weighing each pro and con
  But I feel it entraps me evermore ..
  So what to do ??
  Maybe having a new belief system,
  Might help me
  But then what about my previous beliefs?
  Could all these belief systems ,
  go together I wonder ?
  I think they can
  So I'll  let you know
  What it feels to have,
  multiple belief systems altogether
  But for know I'll go
  Find another belief system for me
so this just a piece i wrote which describes the journey ,of our existence getting shaken ,when we realise our beliefs our shattering and the fact that we need to cope with in no matter what
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