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Walking In Gods Light
Walking In Gods Light
As I stumble through the darkness broken, weak and torn,
I look to the east there is a small light
As I stand there the light becomes bigger and bright
All of a sudden, I find myself thinking what a beautiful light
Then out of the brightness an Angel appears saying
“Child you are not alone:”
Even though you are weak, broken and torn
God is with you he will give you strength
Do not be afraid
As long as God is with you nothing on this earth can hurt you
Remember to always walk in the light
You don’t have to be in darkness
Belinda Clark
Copyright April 4, 2008
As I stumble through the darkness broken, weak and torn,
I look to the east there is a small light
As I stand there the light becomes bigger and bright
All of a sudden, I find myself thinking what a beautiful light
Then out of the brightness an Angel appears saying
“Child you are not alone:”
Even though you are weak, broken and torn
God is with you he will give you strength
Do not be afraid
As long as God is with you nothing on this earth can hurt you
Remember to always walk in the light
You don’t have to be in darkness
Belinda Clark
Copyright April 4, 2008
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
For all my brothers and sisters in christA SILENT EULOGY
“If Silence is golden, what is the color of noise?”
She did not die quietly. The sound-barrier blasts from the jets over her Himalayan retreat destroyed what remained of her life.
Though nothing lives forever, she once dreamed that she would.
When she was very young, she freely wandered the globe. She traveled deserts, mountains, oceans, and prairies. Before the first insect, frog, or human, peace and tranquility ruled both sides of the world.
When creatures began to roam the earth, she went her own way, often just in her own company.
She had many occupations during her life. She cared for young children playing quietly and newborns as they slept. That, of course, was before TV.
She worked with night watchmen and lone sheepherders.
Education was her career. She taught many philosophers and mystics. Her universal school transcended religion, politics or culture.
Her passions were as unique as her solitude.
You frequently could find her in empty churches or abandoned houses. She filled ball-fields after midnight.
She avoided crowds and anything mechanical or electrical. She never listened to music. Her music was soundless.
Her hobbies included hang-gliding and mountain climbing. She spent many of her vacations in the Grand Canyon. You could often meet her fly-fishing trout ponds high in the Rockies.
Her friends were often prayerful. Most of the others liked solitary walks with her in the woods.
She was Beethoven’s lover in his later years.
She was a companion to Helen Keller.
She spent time in prison camps and in solitary confinement.
There wasn’t only crying when she died. There was yelling and blaring and exploding and pounding and ticking and dripping and roaring and squeaking and throbbing and barking and thundering and ringing and elevator music endlessly.
Few know that she has died. She simply is not around anymore. She left no remains, inheritance, or next of kin.
She did not die quietly. The sound-barrier blasts from the jets over her Himalayan retreat destroyed what remained of her life.
Though nothing lives forever, she once dreamed that she would.
When she was very young, she freely wandered the globe. She traveled deserts, mountains, oceans, and prairies. Before the first insect, frog, or human, peace and tranquility ruled both sides of the world.
When creatures began to roam the earth, she went her own way, often just in her own company.
She had many occupations during her life. She cared for young children playing quietly and newborns as they slept. That, of course, was before TV.
She worked with night watchmen and lone sheepherders.
Education was her career. She taught many philosophers and mystics. Her universal school transcended religion, politics or culture.
Her passions were as unique as her solitude.
You frequently could find her in empty churches or abandoned houses. She filled ball-fields after midnight.
She avoided crowds and anything mechanical or electrical. She never listened to music. Her music was soundless.
Her hobbies included hang-gliding and mountain climbing. She spent many of her vacations in the Grand Canyon. You could often meet her fly-fishing trout ponds high in the Rockies.
Her friends were often prayerful. Most of the others liked solitary walks with her in the woods.
She was Beethoven’s lover in his later years.
She was a companion to Helen Keller.
She spent time in prison camps and in solitary confinement.
There wasn’t only crying when she died. There was yelling and blaring and exploding and pounding and ticking and dripping and roaring and squeaking and throbbing and barking and thundering and ringing and elevator music endlessly.
Few know that she has died. She simply is not around anymore. She left no remains, inheritance, or next of kin.
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Posted: Jun 2010
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I will remember
one who loved me so much
once asked,what should i give you
to remember me always,
i replayed , you just tell me
to forget you...
once asked,what should i give you
to remember me always,
i replayed , you just tell me
to forget you...
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
she left me, but i remember her alwaysbcuz she told me to forget her....
women seek men
when we met at a website
she wrote me to tell more and more
that would help her to know me very well,
one who never wants to be cheated.
I told her manythings and about the whole world,
but she never beilief.
i thought ,she will leave me soon,
and try another man
and wants the same.
but she is with me, waiting for something
and to know more about me.
finally i told her some words,
that was my last hope to let her go far away from me.
the words is that" the best things in the world are never displayed out side, to show its quality or value.
oh god , she stopped asking questions,
wants to meet me soon.
she wrote me to tell more and more
that would help her to know me very well,
one who never wants to be cheated.
I told her manythings and about the whole world,
but she never beilief.
i thought ,she will leave me soon,
and try another man
and wants the same.
but she is with me, waiting for something
and to know more about me.
finally i told her some words,
that was my last hope to let her go far away from me.
the words is that" the best things in the world are never displayed out side, to show its quality or value.
oh god , she stopped asking questions,
wants to meet me soon.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
its just a begining, some can help me...inside my thoughts
Unto where has this lengthened breath of air taken me?
Unto who shall I obey, for my life has said to be free?
Unto what shall I maketh of my dull and lifeless soul?
In this darkened rivalry of heat versus cold.
And how does it come to pass that I lie here awake?
My emperor of thoughts, sole ruler of the fake,
With my heart of desired passion for the one I truly love
With the tales of wisdom, kept only by the above.
Where shall I be when the clock trikes "time up"?
Still condemning my shadow, drinking from the devil's cup?
Still hiding behind eyes that just would not see,
Yet eyes that were open only, to the planes of misery.
When shall the sounds of silence enter my sleep?
That for which my heart will not allow me to keep,
When shall my heart beat as one with perfection?
Deafening the howling drones of unforgiving rejection.
For I am but one, lost within many
For I am but many, lost within one
I am two at a time, with none by my side
I am but a soul in the dark, yet one will not hide.
Unto who shall I obey, for my life has said to be free?
Unto what shall I maketh of my dull and lifeless soul?
In this darkened rivalry of heat versus cold.
And how does it come to pass that I lie here awake?
My emperor of thoughts, sole ruler of the fake,
With my heart of desired passion for the one I truly love
With the tales of wisdom, kept only by the above.
Where shall I be when the clock trikes "time up"?
Still condemning my shadow, drinking from the devil's cup?
Still hiding behind eyes that just would not see,
Yet eyes that were open only, to the planes of misery.
When shall the sounds of silence enter my sleep?
That for which my heart will not allow me to keep,
When shall my heart beat as one with perfection?
Deafening the howling drones of unforgiving rejection.
For I am but one, lost within many
For I am but many, lost within one
I am two at a time, with none by my side
I am but a soul in the dark, yet one will not hide.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
This was a very confusing time for me, i had so many unanswered questions and distorted beliefs about life and myself. I was battling to sleep, crying all the time, it was a difficult time too, but thankfully, that has all gone away, as this was many years ago.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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