Poetry & Praise

Sunday

Memories of Home

Just fading memories

And thoughts rolling 'round

Of a colorful, quaint,

And cozy hometown.

Suburban-esque/Rockwell,

Long-time ago,

Memories of rainstorms

And pictures of snow.

Memories of friendships,

Beaus, and the rest,

Adventures of youth,

And fun at it's best.

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales

Loved Evermore

More than sufficient,

Your grace is amazing,

And I'm overcome

By a love

That is blazing.

It pierces my heart,

Straight to the core,

To know I am cherished

And loved evermore.

Wednesday

Sweet Sixteen

You grew in my belly

So near to my heart

I knew that I loved you

Right from the start

Now you're sixteen

So tender and sweet

In my little world

You're branded a treat

I see you maturing

And I want to hold on

But I have to let go

For you to be strong

Strong in the essence

Of who you should be

While remaining the treasure

That you are to me

7-3-13

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Tuesday

The Battery Died

I started a poem

And ended with two,

As words on the page

Exponentially grew.

But, as luck would have it,

Sleep knocked at my door.

Then the battery died

And the words were no more.

I could not believe,

When I woke the next day,

My computer had acted

In such a strange way.

Normally the data

Would quickly restore

When powering up

The computer once more.

But lost are the words

I wrote in a blog,

Surrendered to sleep

Surrounded by fog.

7-3-13

The Boston Marathon

God, it's so grievous
that men would invoke
explosions of terror
through hatred and smoke.
God, it's so grievous
that people would die,
that limbs would be lost
and nations would cry.
Lord, help the victims
to process and mourn
all that was lost,
surmounting the scorn.
Be with officials,
uncovering truth,
that persons of interest
they would uproot.
Don't let this evil
and vicious attack
put chinks in our armor,
causing us slack.

Give us determined

and fervent resolve

to stand up and conquer,

that they not evolve.

4-15-13

Marathon Mania

Marathon Mania

The marathon runners took pride in the race
Until all the madness invaded their space
Killing and maiming,and stealing their joy
Overturning their victory with the death of a boy
My heart is so grieved that a child is lost
As well as the others paying the cost
God give us mercy and show us your face
That we, in our weakness,would experience grace

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales
4-15-13

Friday

Friday the 27th

I thought out my day and plans were in gear
Some music for worship and a sermon to hear
Time with my brother and time with a friend
Unlimited minutes, conversing no end
An e-book to read, a movie for fun
And chat with a friend who's feeling undone
But suddenly plans were all blown away
When the power went out in the mid of the day
So now there's no phone, computer or lights
Just absolute silence and darkness of night
I hope I'll be able to sleep through it all
Till the power's restored and I awake to a call
But God in His glory has already heard
The prayer that I spoke and He answered each word
By sending me neighbors who care and support
By giving me help to hold down the fort
Angels of mercy, truly God-sent
Our friendship together is no accident

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales