What can I say of these poems of mine?
They are but a piece of my heart to thine.
They come out of the blue, pure and strong
an emblem of peace, a dove and a song.
They lift up my heart in my times of need,
they fly like a bird bearing golden seeds.
They come on the wind and fly away,
the whispers of God when I stop to pray.
Their spirit of love is woven in prayer,
a touch divine given to those who care.
Listen to their music's tender tone,
their magical spirit will guide you home.
They'll take you all to a heavenly place,
filling your hearts with so much love and grace.
There'll be no more worries, no more wars,
You'll have no more injuries, pain or sores.
Sorry to say, but it's so often true,
Many people will live their whole lives through,
missing these golden words without guile,
Such treasures of love that would make them smile.
I hope these words are a blessing to you
And make you think of friends who'd like them, too.
Oh, little is much if God is there
So I hope you'll please take the time to share.
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