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Today's Poem - 05/26/2017
A Future Time - Viewed 8053 Times
David Devaney
Website
May 09, 2002
Though there is a future time, it seems to matter not,
as the ever-changing present brings forth
the morning tide of my serenity.
For buried deep within the salinity of my joy,
is the experience of an uncontrolled history.
Present moments lost within the abyss that is my yesterday.
Learned references giving guidance and not control.

I am continually aware of the always present beauty of my time,
Its energy and its warming fragrance.
The love of life that transcends in its magnitude all else,
As I share with it the essence of all life. I am alive,
not in the tomorrow of my imagination,
but in the momentary joy of each silent beat of my heart.

There, just beyond the jetty, the tide flows endlessly
and timeless across the universe of my understanding.
There is an integrity, a truth, a beauty,
and a certain recognition, absent of all fear and turmoil.
Forevermore present is this joy,
for I am a certainty in my own reality,
cognizant and aware.
© 2002 David Devaney
From Borneo He Came - Viewed 7475 Times
David Devaney
Website
November 22, 2003
I saw a great orangutan,
from Borneo he came.
He watched, as we did watch him back,
though never quite the same.
His face was sullen, smileless,
yet there within his eyes.
A sense that he had found a home
did come with great surprise.
Captive though he might have been,
he captivated all.
Most thankful are we that he came
and him we’ll oft recall.
© 2003 David Devaney
There Is - Viewed 7534 Times
David Devaney
Website
April 02, 2004
There is a serenity that comes
with the friendship of a special heart
that eases the burden of life’s uncertainty.

There is a beauty in an understanding soul
who cares for you in spite of
the burdens it may bring.

There is a joy in the enlightenment
that is revealed when troubles
become smaller than their host.

There is a strength that comes
when two minds understand
the complexity of simple fear.

There is a love that is seen
beyond the limitations that exist
within the humanity of two spirits apart.

There is a fulfillment of life itself
when troubles no longer appear
just over the horizon of each new day.

There is a future full with happiness
for those who come to acknowledge
that life truly is a gift of God.
© 2004 David Devaney
The Heart of Nature - Viewed 7865 Times
David Devaney
Website
October 05, 2002
I have found the heart of nature
where the grain stands ten feet high.
Where silence is the only sound
as the wind does touch the sky
Where the seabirds call with gentle voice
to those of us who hear.
Where the fragrance of ten thousand years
will draw us ever near.
Where stars are counted by the score
and flowers ever bloom.
Where snowflakes all are diamond pure
and rainbows need more room.
Where birth and death do matter not
for both, they are the same.
Where night and day of beauty boast
and the sun and moon bring fame.
Where God does rest the seventh day
and paradise is found.
Where everywhere is where we are
and us it does astound.
© 2002 David Devaney
WHY? - Viewed 6635 Times
David Devaney
Website
October 05, 2002
So many thoughts reveal the certain
uncertainty of our everyday existence
as we pass through the mist of our illusions.

Stride for stride we compete with those
who challenge us to be like themselves
and other than our own true destiny.

We are enveloped in the external programs
of our environment seeking to achieve
not in accordance with our heart
but rather in discordance with our conformity.

So much easier to leave unchallenged
that which others seek to control
as we only choose to concede and conform.

The sparkle of new energy fades
as the coals flicker and die
leaving only a field of ash
to be disbursed with the wind.

We are only alone when we conform
to another’s plan for us in the universe
for then do we sacrifice our being
for the security of the crowd.

As on the tollway with limited access,
we rush to our destination
never pausing to taste our surroundings
but always exacted a charge
through the cost of our individuality.

The ladders we climb rest on uncertain ground
if our dependence is always on those
seeking to control our will and our outcome.

“Nevermore”, we say, “Nevermore”,
when confronted with this reality.
Yet still we sit vague and uncertain
about who we truly are.

The winds of change are always about us
yet too often we hold tight to our position
never really free to be unique and special.

I am a participant in this conformity,
open minded yet action closed
as I allow the awareness of my predicament
to perpetuate my unchanged existence.

WHY?
© 2002 David Devaney
Heart Child - Viewed 6871 Times
David Devaney
Website
July 29, 2002
So many years have come and gone
and still the love does grow.
A daughter, friend and confidante,
who helps life better flow.

Full with love and patience rare,
she understands each need.
To live in joyful ecstasy
and share a special creed.

Giving of our hearts and minds,
loving as we do.
Understanding many things,
the sky’s forever blue.

Distant though we now may be,
in thought we’re heart to heart.
Though troubled times and empty nights,
too long kept us apart.

Yet just beyond the morning sun
that rises warm and clear.
You’ll find us joyful with each thought,
the beauty and her seer.

Seeing happiness and warmth,
for every day yet known.
With her my life is now complete,
I’ll never be alone.

For daughters’ are such special breeds,
unique in every way.
Capturing their father’s hearts,
with love that’s on display.
© 2002 David Devaney
I Am Just Who I Am - Viewed 7666 Times
David Devaney
Website
June 27, 2002
It is so very, very hard, just being who I am,
Yet when I am just who I am, I’m unhappy who I am.
And too, it is so very hard just being whom I’m not,
And though I always want to be, I am not who I am not.

Now if I am just who I am and not who I am not,
I am who I now want to be and that is who I am.
So now that I am who I am and who I want to be,
I recognize I am again, I am just who I am.
© 2002 David Devaney
Streetlights, Shadows and Snow - Viewed 6327 Times
David Devaney
Website
October 26, 2004
The weathermen could not predict
The depth we might achieve
They only knew that snow would come
In them we did believe
Would school be closed tomorrow morn
Would all the streets be white
Is the shovel close at hand
Are the sleds in sight
Then peering through the frosted pane
The first flake did appear
Streetlight revelations seen
The storm is drawing near
Nighttime shadows often hide
What daylight does reveal
School Numbers now have been assigned
Will our hopes be real
Don’t let it turn now into rain
The temperature must fall
For every ten year old does wait
To make their first snowball
Life in winter, joyous fun
As storms do course the sky
But still to have a freedom day
On guesses we rely.
© 2004 David Devaney
Tis Great - Viewed 6829 Times
David Devaney
Website
September 22, 2004
‘Tis great to have a special friend,
who cares so much for you.
That even when the clouds are gray,
they help to get you through.
‘Tis great to have a special friend,
who gives you all you need.
To overcome each obstacle
and warns you to take heed.
‘Tis great to have a special friend,
who knows how to forgive.
For here within humanity,
at times with fault we live.
‘Tis great to have a special friend,
to guide us through the night.
Where darkness is our greatest fear
and loneliness our plight.
‘Tis great to have a special friend,
who understands our soul.
Then eases us through stressful times,
so we can reach our goal.
‘Tis great to have a special friend,
accepting us with love.
And with whom we do dance for joy
midst starlight from above.
© 2004 David Devaney
True Friends Of Consequence - Viewed 7486 Times
David Devaney
Website
November 20, 2004
There are true friends of consequence
so special and unique
They touch our hearts in many ways
and bring what we most seek
They tickle us with kindness
and warm us with their love
As does the sun each day bring hope
they guide us from above
They bring a feeling natural
and wish us always well
Each heart does pitter patter more
from friendship it does swell
With them there is true happiness
they easy make us smile
Because of them life’s better now
it has a different style
So next time you are with a friend
who makes you feel this way
Let them know how great they are
with simple words that say
“Life is precious now because
you are so much a part.
Loving you as you love me
helps each day better start”.
© 2004 David Devaney
A Softness - Viewed 7480 Times
David Devaney
Website
November 19, 2004
There is a softness to true love
so few experience
Its gentle fragrance fills the air
and has no consequence.
From kindness it has true emerged
from patience and from trust
As does the warming summer breeze
it brings no hate nor lust
No jealousy is on it borne
for it is most unique
Not limited in space nor time
to be shared it does seek
Filling hearts and minds and souls
with special energy
This love, begun before all time,
lasts through eternity
Though it is heaven sent to all
so few it recognize
It’s found behind the morning sun
and wears no dark disguise
In children it’s most often seen
their innocence its source
Yet when we step beyond these years
it takes a different course
It’s sought to be most understood
in ballads and great verse
Yet though it ripens and matures
it often brings the curse
Of being only physical
a thing we must possess
Forgetting that it’s perfect found
when we do heart’s caress
© 2004 David Devaney
I Found Myself - Viewed 7169 Times
David Devaney
Website
September 01, 2003
I found myself in fantasy,
enjoying what I saw.
I met myself again today,
did history recall.

My mentors and my teachers all,
have taught me how to live.
And most important did I learn,
the need to life forgive.

No silver platter at my birth,
no jewels nor precious stone.
Just the love of family,
with it I’ve stronger grown.

Impatient was I with this path,
a step behind it seemed.
Yet through it all I did survive,
because I often dreamed.

Of God and snowcapped mountaintops,
of oceans emerald green.
Of ladies, “O’ So Beautiful”,
who came upon the scene.

I watched as childbirth revealed
three precious progeny.
Fought a war and then two wives,
longing to be free.

Served life’s time and worked for good
then found a perfect cure.
To loneliness that does exist.
for those of us unsure.

I cared for folks who cared for me
and lost a fight or two.
Knew great friendship, then it lost,
yet still I made it through.

I gave into humanity,
was scarred when I did fall.
Yet here I sit and write of things,
that still I do recall.

Lovers whom I never touched,
I knew them as a friend.
For those I touched have disappeared
too soon does passion end.

I carried all the guilt one can,
who has been Catholic raised.
Then turned to God as just a friend
and on his splendor gazed.

In simple things I saw it first,
the acorn on the tree.
The fish that swam beneath my feet
when resting in the sea.

The pelican that soared and dove,
to catch his daily fare.
The stars too numerous to count,
each night are in my care.

So many wondrous things I’ve seen,
since I did find my way.
But most of all I’ve found a friend,
whose love is on display.
© 2003 David Devaney
A Heart You Can’t Resist - Viewed 6992 Times
David Devaney
Website
September 13, 2002
When God did touch us with his love,
he treasures did reveal.
The fragrant beauty of a rose,
that every heart does feel.
The hummingbird so small and frail,
whose energy won’t wane.
The symphonies, their joyful sound,
that comes with each refrain.
When God did touch us with his grace,
he cleansed our mind and soul.
Allowing us to live this life
and never pay a toll.
To step with heartfelt gratitude
and share his wondrous gift.
To walk with courage into time,
where sands do gently sift.
When God did touch us with his strength,
he knew that we could bear.
The darkness of an endless night,
when life seems not to care.
The loss of love and those we’ve loved,
who it could not return.
The energy of life that fades,
when happiness does burn.
When God did touch us with his prayer,
we heard his voice to say.
In all creation I’m revealed,
my heart is on display.
In fragrance, beauty, love and hope,
in all that does exist.
I am the reason and the path
my heart you can’t resist.
© 2002 David Devaney
The Heart of Nature - Viewed 6762 Times
David Devaney
Website
October 05, 2002
I have found the heart of nature
where the grain stands ten feet high.
Where silence is the only sound
as the wind does touch the sky
Where the seabirds call with gentle voice
to those of us who hear.
Where the fragrance of ten thousand years
will draw us ever near.
Where stars are counted by the score
and flowers ever bloom.
Where snowflakes all are diamond pure
and rainbows need more room.
Where birth and death do matter not
for both, they are the same.
Where night and day of beauty boast
and the sun and moon bring fame.
Where God does rest the seventh day
and paradise is found.
Where everywhere is where we are
and us it does astound.
© 2002 David Devaney
One Wish - Viewed 5512 Times
David Devaney
Website
October 25, 2003
If I were granted in my life,
one wish to be fulfilled.
I’ve often wondered what I’d choose
to have this gift instilled.

Would it be love upon this earth
to with another share?
Where every moment that I know
would find them always there.

Would it be wealth beyond all dreams,
me rolling in the dough.
Where all good things I did possess
and they did doubly grow.

Would it be happiness itself
with joy my middle name?
So every step I took on earth
would be a joyful game.

Would it be friendship so unique
no tear would need be shed.
It’s all these things and many more
while through my dreams I’m led.
© 2003 David Devaney
The Heartbeat of One Drum - Viewed 6757 Times
David Devaney
Website
September 01, 2003
I’ve searched and searched most all my life
for one to stand beside.
A heart to share my fantasy
in whom I could confide.

A friend, a lover, confidante
who’d take my hand in theirs.
And love me for just what I am,
someone who always cares.

We’d talk a bit and laugh a lot
and wander hand in hand.
Through our dreams and ecstasies,
she would beside me stand.

We’d know that passion was for real,
yet love was so much more.
An inspiration she would be
for loneliness a cure.

We’d walk together side by side,
yet independent be.
Understand that we’re unique,
with needs for living free.

I’d hold her in my arms so tight,
we’d both blend into one.
Joined as friends and lovers too,
before each day was done.

Commingled beings in our thoughts,
our passions and our dreams.
By mystical agreement,
we’d plan our lovers schemes.

We’d know of God and nature pure,
and talk with both a bit.
Touch the clouds and ride the stars,
like gloves our lives would fit.

Her beauty would be recognized
and all the world would to know.
Kindness, friendship and respect,
would from her constant flow.

Lovers we would always be,
in many different ways.
Our hearts and prayers and intellects
would intersect our days.

Facing many challenges,
in life that daily come.
Together we would resonate
the heartbeat of one drum.

I’d know to share her talents pure
with those who were in need.
Not possessing who she is
our love would plant the seed.

Of happiness for all the world,
who touched upon our day.
For loving her would too reveal
great treasures on display.

Yet still I search and search this world
for one to live with me.
To touch the earth, the sea and sky,
our love would set us free.

I’ve called to her ten thousand times,
then turned and ran in fear.
Yet once again as life does wane,
I seek to draw her near.

So if you hear and feel my cry
and understand my ilk.
Come let us truly lovers be,
a weave of finest silk.

Interwoven in our thoughts,
soft and colorful.
Together we would then become
the ever perfect jewel.
© 2003 David Devaney
In Their Wake - Viewed 6037 Times
David Devaney
Website
April 09, 2005
No funeral dirge this ship of sea
traversing landed straits
As dolphins frolic near its stern
true destiny awaits.
Pelicans and seagulls too
now gliding on the wind.
The shrimp and bait-fish here abound
and here does life begin.
© 2005 David Devaney
To The Silence - Viewed 5193 Times
David Devaney
Website
September 20, 2005
Come listen to the silence
A sound forever real
The softness of a heartbeat
When love it does reveal
The melodies of happiness
When nature is first heard
No need for lyrics in this song
This treasure needs no word
These pleasures found now everywhere
Where fear cannot exist
The raindrops on the windowpane
that morning chills do mist
The babble of a hidden brook
Deep within each mind
The memories of moments shared
To which we were once blind
Then listen to the love you feel
It never makes a sound
It’s sensed in all that does exist
Though seen, may not be found
For silence is the essence of
What truly is our worth
Too oft it disappeared for us
The moment of our birth
© 2005 David Devaney
Behind The Lighthouse Beam - Viewed 5890 Times
David Devaney
Website
February 04, 2007
On an island east of Eden
By the North Atlantic Sea
Is a house that’s very special
Aunt Frani shares for free
It’s there you’ll find the paradise
That God placed in her care
A smile that is oft recalled
Old Cos and Carm did share
It is a place where family
Does touch upon the sun
Absorbing too the atmosphere
Where life is new begun
Where meals are everyday prepared
In pots all extra large
And nephews, nieces and grand kids
Into your room might barge
A place where time has quality
And love does permeate
And Lynnie by the kitchen sink
Will know each clam’s true fate
Where bathroom leaks son Scott does fix
And teens on rooftops climb
Where laughter fills most every inch
And summers are sublime
It sits their near the waterway
Her Cousin Joey plies
And Billy comes to counsel her
For on him she relies
A place where Sheri hangs her hat
On sultry summer days
And Maddie studies Algebra
As Abby sits and plays
It is a home remarkable
Much more than just a dream
A little bit of heaven lived
Behind the lighthouse beam
So next time you are headed north
Or west or south or east
Come visit Frani’s by the sea
And on true love you’ll feast
© 2007 David Devaney
My Gardener, My Lord - Viewed 4685 Times
2wings
Website
Like the flowers of my garden left
dorment and cold,
preperation and nurturing brings
radiant colors so bold.
Anticipation of new growth
delight my heart so joyous,
I'm made new with my Lord,
abiding in Him so Glorious.

Bless You! My Gardener, My Lord!

He waters my soul with His blood
to refresh my mind,
removing the weeds of sin,
He leaves tranquility behind.
Pruning all that which has withered and over taken,
Delicately He restores, desiring
none be forsaken.

Praise You! My Gardener, My Lord!

Yes His wonders in my garden grow,
uplifting my heart,
Transforming new life abundance,
for sin he will depart.
Henceforth, I too blossom in His knowledge,
grace and love,
As I am prepared on earth,
I'll flourish in Heaven Above.

Thank You! My Gardener, My Lord!

By Judith A. Warren-Wright
© 2wings
TO REACH A DREAM - Viewed 4505 Times
Hal Ethridge
April 30, 2007
To reach a dream you must turn loose
of all that you are holding
and grasp at that, which fleet's from you,
forgetting reasoned scolding.

The dream you seek if grasped, though weak,
will pay for all your loosing.
There is no cost too much to pay,
do it, stop your musing.
© 2007 Hal Ethridge
Questions for the Management, also request! - Viewed 4369 Times
Hal Ethridge
May 12, 2007
Why on the lead or first page are you the only Author posted?

Please remove my collection submission's:
When Elephants Were Not Extinct, (2 ea) since I can not attach the material I wish to them and do not want them blank.

Please remove the item that now exists at the top of the collection list with me as Author since it is blank, both title and material!

All three of these "Collections" are mine!

Hal Ethridge
h.ethridge@gmail .com
(If anyone has comments or answer.)
© 2007 Hal Ethridge
A Friend Will Call - Viewed 3582 Times
David Devaney
Website
September 01, 2007
At times it seems life’s energy
Has some place else to go
And too the giddy up is gone
Just where you do not know
The sun does seem to never set
The heat grows stronger still
And to survive you must accept
The strength within your will
When all the rain in torrents falls
While winds do howl and scream
And shadows always reappear
As nightmares in each dream
When day and night are both the same
And dawn and dusk likewise
And every step you seem to take
You also compromise
When up is down and down is up
No matter where you are
And close is never near enough
And always very far
When illness can’t be overcome
Though you do try and try
And all the stars play hide and seek
Somewhere within the sky
When all these things are happening
And troubles you befall
It’s then a friend can end this woe
By giving you a call
It matters not the time of day
The minute or the hour
A friendly voice can end the rain
Then blossom like a flower
Eliminating all the doubt
The anguish and the fear
And bring you to a better time
As they do draw you near
Just like an angel guardian
Protecting you from harm
They bring new life and happiness
Like every lucky charm
So when you’re in the doldrums
With silence everywhere
Just wait and too a friend will call
Ending your despair
© 2007 David Devaney
Santa - Viewed 3151 Times
Charlotte Ingham
December 02, 2007
On Christmas day,
Everyone shouts hurray,
Santa giving toys,
To all the good girls and boys,

Flying north south east and west,
Children are all hoping for the best,
Gifts for Mums gifts for Dads,
But not for children that are bad,

Everyone is tucked up tight,
As Rudolph leads Santa into the moonlight,
Presents are big and some are small,
Some that are better than them all,

So Christmas is here,
Give a great big cheer,
As Santa rides off with the reindeer!
© 2007 Charlotte Ingham
A Different Christmas Poem - Viewed 2896 Times
Jeff Giles
December 09, 2007
A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,

I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,

My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.


Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,

Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,

Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.


My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,

Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,

So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.


The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,

But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,

Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.


My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,

And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,

A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.


A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,

Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,

Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.


"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,

"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,

You should be home on a cold Christmas Eve!"


For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,

Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light

Then he sighed and he said, "Its really all right,


"I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.

It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,

That separates you from the darkest of times.

No one had to ask or beg or implore me,


"I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December,"

Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas

Gram always remembers."


"My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam,

And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

I've not seen my own son in more than a while,

But my wife sends me pictures; he's sure got her smile."


Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,

The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

"I can live through the cold and the being alone,

Away from my family, my house and my home.


"I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,

I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.

I can carry the weight of killing another,

Or lay down my life with my sister and brother


"Who stand at the front against any and all,

To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "and harbor no fright,

Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."


"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,

Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?

It seems all too little for all that you've done,

For being away from your wife and your son."


Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,

"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.

To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,

To stand your own watch, no matter how long.


For when we come home, either standing or dead,

To know you remember we fought and we bled

Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,

That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum , Iraq.
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
© 2007 Jeff Giles
My Time Within My Time - Viewed 2803 Times
David Devaney
Website
April 28, 2008
As I begin to recollect
My time within my time
I see the mediocrity
That keeps me out of rhyme
I watch the indecision
The immaturity
The pathways leading nowhere still
The fading fantasy
I look upon the endless course
That through my lifetime wound
The chances I refused to take
The road to which I’m bound
I wonder why I’ve lived this way
With nowhere else to go
The upside down and inside out
So often I did know
The questions without answers
The fear to take a chance
The love I’ve felt but never shared
As backward I would dance
So many things that seemed unsure
The dreams not recognized
The words of passion never said
With pain they were disguised
The children that I called my own
Not knowing childhood
The sense of condemnation
Whenever I felt good
So many different feelings
Revealed this day once more
Thank God that time does still remain
To find a better cure
© 2008 David Devaney
I Feel... - Viewed 2595 Times
Danielle
April 30, 2008
I feel free
But sometimes lonely
I feel happy
But sometimes needy
Of the things I know
Of the life I used to know
But with you in it our love would continually grow
Even though I’m free
I can’t help to be lost
But I know you’ll help me find my way
You know what I need the most
Your key will fit my heart
And I know no one will tare us apart
Every night
There’s not a second
That I don’t picture you with me
Your touch always makes me happy
But there is one thing I have to say
I feel free
But sometime lonely
I feel happy
But sometimes needy
Of the things I know
Of the life I used to know
But with you in it our love will continually grow
© 2008 Danielle
Imagining - Viewed 1422 Times
David Devaney
Website
May 14, 2009
In life I’ve been imagining
Since first I touched this earth
A summer’s day in forty six
Became my day of birth
An effervescence filled my heart
Then I began to grow
How beautiful this wonderment
When it begins to flow
I saw this world when it began
Then rested for a while
The Mona Lisa caught my eye
When she began to smile
I watched as wars did come and go
Too many lives were lost
Then prayed just one would be the last
For too great is their cost
I fell in love so many times
Though none with me remain
Yet still believe one special heart
Will bring a new refrain
I’ve sought and did achieve success
Like sand it disappeared
Into the winds of destiny
My life too often seared
I found my true humanity
In the spirit of my soul
Then focused on eternity
An always present goal
Spoke with God infrequently
When I was focused wrong
Then recognized that with his grace
Forevermore I’m strong
So many things since I began
Imaginings now real
Dreams come true for everyone
If them we will reveal

“So Mote It Be”

Devin
© 2009 David Devaney
Sometimes - Viewed 1376 Times
David Devaney
Website
May 29, 2009
Sometimes I wonder who I am
From whence I might have come
Have I fulfilled my every dream
Of them am I the sum
Has life full lived been part of me
With happiness and grace
Or have I wandered endlessly
And left no single trace
Have I known friendship and it shared
And given of my heart
Helping those in need the most
Have I helped dreams to start
Have I set goals and them achieved
Or stumbled long the way
Left my mark with consequence
With nothing more to say
Will I be found in someone’s dreams
And make them comfortable
And bring to them a certainty
That often they’ll recall
And will I with intensity
Bring love and strength and hope
Guiding those who need my will
Along the mountain’s slope
And will I evermore remain
A monument of strength
Bringing joy and energy
Through days of endless length


So Mote It Be

Devin
05-29-2009
© 2009 David Devaney
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