TENDER HEART
I long to see you become forever
well
filled with life and happiness that from which we
fell
I love you for the character
things in you I see
the unpolished gems you contain your inner
quality
I see your desire and
searching to be loved
your tenderness to the prison there what you dream
of
I’ve considered the places where
your mind does dwell
the heights you have aspired but far
from them fell
I see into your inner core not just upon
your face
the mind residing in you that your soul
encase
I love that you know you can count me
a friend
and your confidences
I’ll keep until our end
I know those places where the hurting
went
with childhood abuses were
treated with contempt
I know how criticism did with
anguish fill
and how the remains are in
there living still
I have seen you alone crying in the night
with no one there to say it will be
alright
you put on a brave front as we all display
but despair rides your soul each and every
day
And there did I see beauty that lives
you within
the part you have protected
from violence of men
from the words and deeds from their
actions cruel
dispensed by those ignorant
the unthinking fool
But I am only human can
only see a little part
the results of mankind’s thoughtlessness
effects upon your heart
so little comfort can I impart
that effectively touches you
until the Son of God
his love on earth will do
Just know you will always be within my thought
though not here present
you’re in my mind allot
I’ll look forward till next I see you
and look upon your face
wrap my arms around you hold you in my
embrace
Know that your sorrow Gods
intends desist
through the only Kingdom
these governments resist
those who hurt others will become
restrained
until the hearts of men
can become retrained
These are the promises that through God will come
that which resides in heaven
his will on earth be done
and not another soul will ever hurt your heart
for Gods promise is
that Love will never you depart
SOUND OFF
I have no desire to hear the
worlds words
rather would I
the chirping of birds
to hear the clapping
of leaves in the breeze
whirring of hummingbirds wings of the bees
Or the babbling sounds
of the brook
the rumbling of earth
when its being shook
the patter upon my roof
of the rain
the sounds of the city care I
to abstain
I love the plunging
of waves upon rocks
detest the noise of the
ticking of clocks
road blare of wheels
upon tar and cement
or clamor of crowds who
attend an event
The racket of what
some people call song
which clashing smashing
banging belong
but the voices of wolves howling by
moon
or soulful longing
in notes of the loon
the rustle and whisper
of wind in the wheat
tender the note
of a newborn lambs bleat
expressions of nature when its
in play
I want to hear
what the animals say
The laughter of children
learning a game
squawks of chickens and sheep that are tame
the wail of wind
through a window crack
splitting of thunder lighting
nights black
The chill on the spine
from a low growl
so quiet you can hear
the drop of a towel
music that lifts the
breath of ones soul
the crackle of ice
which freezes a pole
the echoes in canyons
when you give a call
snapping of trees when in a storm
fall
the rustle and flush
the dog and the pheasant
their decent upon my
ears very pleasant
I want to hear the sounds of Gods garden
when the trial is over
I’ve got a full pardon
the voices of those
whose hearts that I love
when I hear these
its you I think of
These are the things that to
my heart speak
sounds of the newborn pats of baby
feet
take me away
from Babylon’s din
the screeching and static
created by men
FACE OFF
Your face is ever before me
like a painting etched in sky
as the dusk of dawn approaches
still seeking the reasons why
I would set upon your head a crown
before you would I bow
with affection would I clothe you
if knew I only how
Every sight of you is pleasure
your voice to me a song
every feeling within that’s stored up
to be empty of it wrong
Never have eyes seen so much
stored in a well of man
fought have I with resistance
It’s course for me unplanned
The mountains into the valley slide
the path of which you spake
to empty there every river
like the fig in wind does shake
My ear has heard its calling
like angels in the wind
the words of a heart falling
to reason its amend
Every note has played its key
upon us did aria descend
the chords of exultation
a song can none pretend
Every key has its own note
every scale its own cry
every sound of truth you hear
will every lie defy
You are my beloved ones
none can you replace
in every place I seek you
to have my eyes upon your face
COPYRIGHT © 2012
C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence
via Duboff Law
Group LLC
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