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Poetic Path
My soul is a hunter
Searching for solace
Lost
in the night
Always seeking solace
It is somewhere ahead
Always just out of sight
I search in your words
For
the path that is right
And follow it,I may
Fool that is me, trusting
Not to be led astray
İFaye Sizemore2003
Distant Melody
Our time on this sphere is not in metered rhyme
but
mostly ,wildly tumbling prose...
Some of it, ethereal music, just below the range of our hearing
Time is not always
presented with understanding,
but forever it is laced with wonder...
Sometimes we travel barren fields ,
and,
othertimes, blossoming meadows
Valleys and mountains need to be traversed,
the means lying with the traveler...
We
shall all arrive at our destination in our own time
Some sooner,some later,but all arriving one final day,
whether with
the fanfare of trumpets or a just a gentle sigh
and, in traveling on, we realize the faint ethereal music
has become
the welcoming sound of beloved familiar voices...
İFaye Sizemore 5/25/03
Carpenter Needed
Lord,I`m just a lost child
Rafting the waters at
night
Seems so deep
Water is so cold
It was always so
Since days of old
There is a light
Even for me
When on these
curents
I`m tossed
There`s always been
A beacon to the lost
Jesus shines
With a light
To guide those like
me
Through the night
This old vessal
Lets in the water
Not to mention the cold
Must be somewhere
There`s
a hole
Jesus was a carpenter
Shore up my float
And shine
up my soul
Out here on the water
Not a rag to call my own
Jesus,Lord,
Beacon
me home
İFaye Sizemore 2002
History Lesson
Dust has now settled
..Where the battles raged
......
History has gone on
............. Recorded it`s bloody page
Old soldiers do sit and still recall
... because
they do not forget
........Brothers who gave their all
Stirring the dust
..... Turning back the page
................
Because they must
İFaye Sizemore May 2002
The Walk
The crowd lined the way to the hill that day
A
man named Jesus was making his way
Up the hill called Calvery
Carrying his cross that was so heavy
No help to him was offered by any
Though the way
was lined by many
There were rich and poor
Some in the open
Some behind their door
Under the weight
His back was bent
As farther
up the hill he went
His eyes met mine
And I knew
This to be
a sign
Iwould remember this Man for all time
I stepped forward
"Let me carry it a ways,Lord"
I
could do that with my black skin
He rested and then
Almost to the top
He shouldered it again
And with
it....
He now carried my burden of sin
İFaye Sizemore Mar 2002
Escape
There is a path leading from the past
That many traverse
backwards in time
Lost in memory,a journey of the mind
To places forgotten for a while
Places where we used to smile
A certain sound
Is enough to turn us around
Transported
on memories wind
To where treasures abound
Old smiles are seen again
The flowers of yesterdays
Forever in memory bloom
And
old music softly plays
If it were not this way
Could we bear today.....
İFaye Sizemore Apr 2002
Estate
What is left when we are gone
Only the rags that
we have owned
We cannot take them when we go on
We must be remembered
by love alone
Love only can live on here
All else will only disappear
They can carve our names in stone
Love can still
live in flesh and bone
So when my name in stone you see
Remember the love
I had for thee
Take this love left for I am gone
Pass it on so that
I may live on
İFaye Sizemore October252002
Rainbow Rising
There is a rainbow rising
presenting it`s self
to me
A benediction after the rain
there in all it`s beauty to see
To ease my torment and pain
To the heavens I look
up
And marvel at not only rain
in my old chipped cup
Love is in there too
Respect and friendship
I
have needed it,God knew
And when all is on the brink
I will lift the cup and drink
İFaye Sizemore August2002
Procrastination
One of these days it will be done
Today may not
the one...
Someday we will all be free...
As it was promised to be
We will all be treated as kin
No one will see
the color of skin
There will be no hatred ever again
When once we do win the battle of within
One of these days it
will be done
Too bad today is not the one.....
Lord,cleanse our heart
So that we may make a start
Putting
it off till tomorrow
Has caused nothing but sorrow
Let us treat all with love....
As was intended by God above
We
are running out of time....
Break the bread and pour the wine
If one of these days it is to be done
Why not make
today the one....
İFaye Sizemore Apr 2002
Weary Road
Walking
alone upon
this road
dark as midnight
Not a glint
is showing
not even
starlight
Many, many miles
behind me
many more
ahead
Following
where
the dear Master
has lead
Promising
streets of gold
and a pillow
for my head
Lord, it is so hard
to stay on this road
and much less
to carry this load
But trudge
on I will
for I know
there is rest
on the other
side of the hill.
İFaye Sizemore
September 21 2002
Being Thankful
I am thankful for the softly falling rain
For
the sunsets golden glow
For the sunrise that every day
I know will come again
And after the winter`s snow
When
the geese are on the wing
I am thankful for the spring
Awakening every living thing
Lord,teach us to be behold
All the beauty around
us
We are ignorant, but for you
Lord, just pebbles on the beach
Driftwood washed ashore
You are the tide
Which
if you,please...
Can polish us beyond belief.....
İFaye Sizemore May 2002
Yardstick
A measure of the worth of a man
is not inscribed
by ownership of land
or the amount of riches in his hand
It`s measured by the love in his soul
and how he does treat
his fellow man
Far above treasures is the tender heart
held by one not afraid to do his part
and aid in the steps
of a lesser one
for in doing so,thus, his fame is won
İFaye Sizemore 2/16/03
Time
Time is the cure
Time is the healer
Time changes
all
The mountains moved
The rivers carved
The face of the world appeared
...In time
İFaye Sizemore Mar.2002
Be Still And Know
The voice of God.
is sometimes heard,
in
the sweet song of a bird
In dawn`s morning rays,
gold is promised
to light our days
I have seen, passing
through,
mystical footprints,
in the morning dew
It was My Savior,
passing on his way,
leaving
blessings ,
for me this day
In this world
of peace and wars
God`s most blessed` church
..... has no
doors....
İFaye Sizemore 6/20/03
Rainbow Painter
Life is a rainbow..
a supreme artist...
... choosing
on it`s palette
sometimes dark..
and some times... light
We..each one..
... are the canvas
that it paints
upon
with colors...
sometimes so bright
... then with strokes
... so darkly tragic
an artist
who
can show us
the magic
...of memories
dark and light
as we journey
from dawn to night
Faye Sizemore
İ9/27/03
Verses Of War
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