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BY DESIGN
Coincidence, evolution, or Grand Design.
To each their own belief; here's mine!
Whenever I see the white-capped waves
tumble upon the sandy shore,
watch the moon as it waxes and wanes
as its done for eons from days of yore;
as seasons change in ceaseless rhythm
and planets follow their orbit true ,
as day and night trail each the other
and leaves and trees and flowers renew;
the life-giving sun, refreshing rain,
the countless shapes and hues of blooms,
the butterflies and birds and creatures,
the eternal shifting of sandy dunes;
the love of parents for their child,
the natural grasp of a baby's hand;
the love between a man and a woman....
all this can only be one grand Plan.
Within my heart and soul I cannot
conceive of these wonders as incidental;
the rhythm and flow of life and death
to me cannot be accidental.
And so I thank our God sublime
for the Universe - His Grand Design.
© Joyce P. Hale
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WINGS OF HOPE
I strayed into a dream last night;
I saw the earth so bright below
while I, with wings of feathered thought,
soared high above mankind's tableau.
I gazed around at ageless stars
and blackness stretching far beyond
the eyes of those on that sphere below,
and felt I was a vagabond.
A wanderer through the age of man
in search of something out-of-reach;
I feel it in the mountains high,
elusive clouds and sand-strewn beach.
A yearning from a hungry heart,
a mournful cry from saddened soul....
Then down from the distant heavens a voice
echoed forth and into my being stole.
"Be still, and know that I am God."
"Lo, I am with you Always."
My heart filled up, my soul took wing,
God walks beside me through life's maze!
© Joyce P. Hale |
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HOPE
No matter how dark the night may be,
how long the roadway to be trod,
the river may be wide and deep,
but Hope is sent down from my God.
I sometimes find myself so low
that I can hardly bear to think;
my heart and mind so heavy weigh
that there is naught to do but sink.
Yet always at the lowest point,
when nothing seems to be worthwhile,
that slim small ray of welcome light
called Hope appears, with shaky smile.
At times she has her work cut out
to chase the clouds of gloom away;
for truly, Life can get us down,
what people do, and what they say.
And rainbows sometime seem a dream
that we will never, ever see;
but Hope can steal into your heart
and set your tethered spirit free.
I thank my God He doesn't leave us
mired in the dark and deep;
that Hope is always there and waiting,
waiting for our heart to seek.
© Joyce P. Hale
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SONG 2006
To He who parts the ocean's waves
and wakens those to life from death,
feeds the multitudes with little,
and to the lowly clay gave breath.
He who planned the night and day
with moon and sun and starlights' glow,
who cast the clouds to ride the winds,
and rain for food and plants to grow.
He who gives us love and faith
and gave His son for all mankind.
And - greatest love forevermore -
free will so we could choose our minds.
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Love and Resolution
Don't tell our God how strong is the storm;
tell the storm how mighty is our God....
except those times when darkness falls
and hopelessness on hearts do trod,
when life seems like a journey long
whose uphill road we trudge and plod.
But I digress, my faith is deep
and full and long; and does not sway....
except when prayers I deeply beg
are answered in some other way
that does not fill the need I plead
and leaves my life in disarray.
However faith and hope are strong,
and so I know whate'er should come
is planned by He who hung the stars
and set the ocean, moon and sun;
by He who loves the least of us,
whose greatest gift was once His Son.
© Joyce Hale
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NO FEAR
Death no longer is that feared specter
when you have shaken hands and brushed its robe,
and it has raised its eternal sceptre
to point the way to that last darkened road.
When loved ones dear have made the journey sad,
and one by one you've sobbed that last farewell;
and those here now can make it on their own,
thoughts of rest and no more tears do not repel.
For I have dreams where loved ones gone before
do run to greet me with their arms held wide.
God and His Son look on with eyes of grace,
and evermore His Kingdom shall abide.
© Joyce P. Hale |
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IS SOMEONE THERE?
Is someone there? Am I alone?
It's dark and I can't see anyone.
I thought I saw a star on high
then it twinkled, and was lost to the eye.
Perhaps a flame in darkness seen!
Alas, just a glimpse of what might have been.
A piece of driftwood on the shore
enslaves the story of days of yore.
A wooden fence, neglected, forlorn,
in an empty pasture, broken and torn.
The moon, forsworn to secrets hold,
could tell its tales from times of old.
Am I alone? Is someone there?
A hand to touch, a heart to share?
Was that a shadow I glimpsed ahead?
Where there's a shadow there's light, it's said.
I'll keep going on through the dark and cold
for ahead is the light, and a kindred soul.
© Joyce P. Hale
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