Poems

Poems



	*BEAUTIFUL POEMS*

		I can only Imagine Words and Music by Bart Millard Sung by MercyMe from their 2001 album, Almost There "I can only imagine what it will be like, when I walk by Your side... I can only imagine, what my eyes will see, when Your Face is before me! I can only imagine. I can only imagine. Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel? Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still? Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall? Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all? I can only imagine! I can only imagine! I can only imagine, when that day comes, when I find myself standing in the Son! I can only imagine, when all I will do, is forever, forever worship You! I can only imagine! I can only imagine! Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel? Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still? Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall? Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all? I can only imagine! Yeah! I can only imagine! Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel? Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still? Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall? Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all? I can only imagine! Yeah! I can only imagine! I can only imagine! Yeah! I can only imagine!! Only imagine!!! I can only imagine. I can only imagine, when all I do is forever, forever worship You! I can only imagine."

			New Dreams of My Mother By Toni Van Deusen In earlier dreams, you appear at the kitchen table or beside me on the bus and I am crazy with happiness. I think, Oh, you’re not dead! and immediately your face begins to dissolve, your limbs soften and you fade into a cloud of something unclean, no longer part of the living world. This is what the dead do when we try too hard to hold them. Now when you come to me I don’t cling. I dream you slim, your thick brown hair curling down to your shoulders. I dream you young, dressed in gauzy apple green, blossom pink at the deep neckline, the cinched waist. I dream you laughing, stepping quickly along a city street in sling back heels. I dream you the way you might have been before me, before husbands and babies and their urgent demands on your body. I dream you as you may have been at some brief moment of possibility, when on any evening you might have been asked to come out and dance, and I dream you when you can still say yes.

FOR A SACRED FRIEND What can I write that is new and profound For a friend unlike any other? What can I say that will truly astound— That will tell the true tale of friendship? How can I make you understand This pure and beautiful thing? How can I express such joy For, lo, she makes my soul sing! Much has been written of friendship None as precious, ever, as this Is it because it’s ephemeral That herr being brings such bliss? Each time we meet the thought doet come Not many more days now Each moment, then, must be sublime Oh, time, please, hasten to slow! Will ever one laugh with me like she? Will ever one cry when I do? Will a look or a touch signify understanding— Whether mirth or sadness or joy? Will time planned together bring anticipation For the zest she adds to my life? Will lunch in a cozy restaurant With someone else quiet strife? Oh, the thought of an empty space In my life too painful to ponder— Who or what can replace such grace When she flies to that land o’er yonder? Beyond camaraderie, beyond fellowship The rarity when two souls meet One anticipates words on the other’s lips Harmony priceless, precious and sweet. Ah, why have I been blessed with this Unity of mind, heart and soul? What did I do to deserve this bliss This communion making me whole? Though the earthly end comes ever too soon Oh, privilege bestowed upon me! Her spirit stays on to dwell in my heart While she soars away joyful – free! By Alice Marsh Yelken, 2002 (for the novel ‘Anne’s Long’) written by Anne as her friend Lucile is dying

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