November 28, 2019

Visions 11-28-19


Embossed into the reader's mind
are visions bright and full -
and colorful the places are
that hold us and then pull -
pull poems into vision that
create a special place -
a place of pure serenity,
a place we can't erase.

Those pleasant poems press in thoughts
of waterfalls and such.
And only poets can write scenes
that we can nearly touch.
With fragrance after morning dew,
in nature's quiet hush,
try stepping out on vision now
in grasses soft and lush.

Stroll out on clover so divine
it carries you beyond -
beyond these steps of mortal words
beside one little pond.
And as you walk on clover green
in visions you allow,
forget the words that brought you here
and live within them now.

The vast imagination here
can free you from your pains
of all that you've endured so far
in life's relentless rains.
Yet rain brings life to little seed
that grows a mighty tree.
So take the pains that you have now
to find more than you see.

If you can live inside these words
where poets often write -
you, too, can reach the waterfalls
and own this special sight.
Remember always nature's scenes
drawn by the poet's words
and let the visions bring you joy
and peace above all birds.

For God is in the spirit realm.
It's truly critical
to place yourself with Jesus now -
not in the physical.
And as you stroll, hum happy tune
and whistle for awhile.
Life sure is great when we all wear
that everlasting smile!

©2019 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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November 17, 2019

Persevere 11-17-19


As the hurricanes and typhoons twirled,
I wish I could preach to the entire world.
...but I can't.

And standing so firm, like a giant red cedar,
I wish I could be a nation's great leader.
...but I can't.

Or be as appealing as double feature,
I wish I could be a big TV preacher.
...but I can't.

If I had two wishes, or even one choice,
I wish I could sing with a heavenly voice.
...but I can't.

If I could know Jesus, I mean really know Him,
I think I could write a masterful poem.
...but I can't.

I tell you the truth- that I am sincere,
but seems I can't make myself perfectly clear.
I sit here alone with but one lonely tear,
yet God says, go forth, you must persevere.

©2019 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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November 9, 2019

Twilight Colors Beckon Me 11-9-19


"The sun is setting.  It's to be.
The twilight colors beckon me.
Was life complete?  Did I obey
my precious Lord, His will, His way?"

I've fallen short.  I've fallen far
from Heaven's heights to things that are.
The Judge is waiting for me now
as sweat escapes my weary brow.

I've eaten time.  Now it's my fate.
What can I change with empty plate?
There must be something I can do.
Is there no grace for me and you?

Can I "un-drink" the milk now soured?
Can I "un-eat" what I've devoured?
Can I go back to live His way,
some ninety years?  No, not one day.

But futile death?  Say it's not so!
Yes, Christ arose from here below!
Forgiven from this life I leave!
Eternal life- for I believe!

It doesn't change my sadness though.
Regret, I do, as tempest blow.
You youngsters have a life of time.
Please do God's Will and make it rhyme.

Please read your Bible, read it true.
Don't be like me, but be like you.
Don't store up treasures on your shelf
for one day you will say yourself,

"The sun is setting.  It's to be.
The twilight colors beckon me.
Was life complete?  Did I obey
my precious Lord, His will, His way?"

©2019 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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