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Sally A Bayan Mar 2020

(of Solomon)


On starry nights,
i think of the comets and meteors
that graced the starlit skies of past nights,
of falling stars, as i uttered my wishes,
and remembered sweet words spoken,
like a love song...

"you are my sun, my source of light,
my moon...my accompanying glow at night,
you are my rainbow,"
to hear you say them, was just divine...

feelings and people may not live long enough
but love....is stronger than death...

i refuse to acknowledge a lukewarm, or dying love
dwelling embers might just need to be fanned
no anger, or raging fire, must consume one's heart
after darkness from a broken heart, loss, or pain,
always comes the light...as promised by God...


* "Close your heart to every love but mine;
    hold no one in your arms but me.
Love is as powerful as death;
    passion is as strong as death itself.
It bursts into flame
and burns like a raging fire."

   *(Song of Solomon 8:6 -- Good News Translation)


(From an old poem...edited)


Sally
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
March 10, 2020
* "Close your heart to every love but mine;
    hold no one in your arms but me.
Love is as powerful as death;
    passion is as strong as death itself.
It bursts into flame
and burns like a raging fire." *
   ***(Song of Solomon 8:6 -- Good News Translation)***
(a biblical passage close to my heart)
Ma Cherie Jun 2016
If heaven wasn't so far away
    If I could drive there in just one day
      I'd pack my car and get there fast
         Or fly there with a rocket blast

      Thank my God for hearing this plea
     And for letting your eternal soul go free

              I'd fight a thousand armies
                to a win a raging war
       Or paddle against the currents
                     with just a canoe
                   if I only had one oar
  
             Defending all your beauty
           and the light you gave us here
                 I am not too far,
              my heart is always near

          I'd walk a thousand miles
               just in my barest feet
Or hire a passing, ghostly shipping fleet
   and watch the troops of demons to their  
            grievous quick retreat

    I would walk through the hottest fires
           of a crazy burning hell
    Or surf the oceans fastest, highest
                  waiter, water swell

         I'd slingshot through the stars
             Or float up  on a bardge
           Just  ask the Man in Charge

                  I'm' waiting for the call
                  to bring you home again
                  I'm waiting here for you
                   back here ...
                    back in
                   your earthly Glen.

Cherie Nolan © June 2016
For my Father and all those in the skies.

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