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Poems from Another Lifetime Part 1
by Marijo Phelps I am posting a series of poems which were written years ago before I came to know Jesus as my Lord and Savior. Some were written when I was a professing atheist and an alcoholic. If you have read my pieces since I came to Jesus I think the contrast is evident. This was written during the Viet Nam era when many were being drafted and leaving not of their own accord. YOU LEFT You left yesterday, you know Or was it the year before Your stay so short I almost think it was a dream Yet I have grown And changed too much For it to be unreal The time was beautiful As were we And can I feel tomorrow now? No more than you And tomorrow I will be leaving Another chapter Will the book be written? Again no answer appears The radio is playing A song I've never heard In a different time Or in a different land Yes, there will be another summer Perhaps we will be together then We can't say For a lot will pass Between then and now As much has passed Between now and then You asked me not to say I might never be coming back Not to say what is honest And might be true It is a reality As much as we ever were And we were, you know I must retain my honesty Sometimes I think It is the only thing I have going for me. BEFORE You, who have loved so many And I who have loved so few Together, for a moment in time Stopped I knew you but superficially then Time went on, so did we, together You allowed me to glimpse at you Your vulnerable inside self You have learned fear and hesitancy From that great, explicit teacher, Hurt Now you must go I hear a question I've heard before And fear is what I feel For I too have a vulnerable self Having learned fear and hesitancy From that great, explicit teacher, Hurt As you are leaving There is a question I cannot answer Though I want to so desperately Instead I say "I am loving you" Even those words were hard to say Before. PRETTY ROSE A pretty rose Of peach shading into pink Delicate as the summer rain I thought Yet it lives forever Not touched by wind Or snow or tears From season to season It never changes, never dies For it's not real But a pretty, plastic rose Nowadays not much is real The world is full of imitations Which don't change or grow or die. How can they? They have never lived But at least they won't know The pain of dying. GONE It was once written: "Time goes by And people change But life goes on As before" Does it? When? Eventually, I suppose But how can it When the shattered self Slowly places back the pieces Only to discover The keystone is missing Where? And where did it go? Certain only that it is gone As am I. My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |