Category: Poems

I wish you and I could live, once again, in Eden,

Where God and man did dwell together, before shame;

When innocence was lost, once pride had eaten,

And glory diminished—our appetites wild, and untamed.

Though we yearn for the peace of that place, and its purity,

God in his mercy, to the lost, offers good consolation;

For all who do trust in His Son, of a surety,

To Him are reconciled—and given the gift of salvation.

Dear friends, why then, in our suffering, do we remain?

Spending our time here, in endlessly trivial pursuit;

Seek Christ, and His power over our sins, to refrain,

And the lies of this world, to refute.

Let us dedicate ourselves to this, God’s pleasure;

That we should dwell again, as His heart’s treasure.

~FS

Lord, take me to a place I do not know,

A land where noble thoughts and godly deeds, do grow;

Yet, I fear that when your messengers come to take me,

From my pleasures and my comfort, they’ll need to make me.

Entrenched complacency, calls upon your force majeur,

To free me, for I doubt my own resolve, to abjure;

In my poverty, I desire the treasures on Your better shore,

To the riches upon this shore, which make me poorer.

Come swiftly then, please do not hesitate!

For this world, myself included, I do berate;

In this moment, now is ripe, as I’ve repented,

And the next one, may undo all I’ve intended.

It’s Your grace that gives us visions, for what is better;

Yet, earthly men, we have a taste, for what is bitter.

~FS

On a cold winter’s eve,

sat a young man,

with his old man,

upon the fallen leaves.

At the pond’s end,

watching the sun set,

through bare tree limbs,

the young man, began:

“Dad, why does the sparrow die?

And why do the missiles fly?

For what, must this world sigh?”

“Son, your age I saw the sparrows fly,

before I felt the world’s cry,

when still, the sun shone in the sky.”

“No Dad. I feel our world’s violence.

Mine’s not an age of innocence.

Here, dark night has its influence.”

“Son. True, the world’s evidence,

show evils in preponderance,

yet still, believe God’s providence!”

A winter’s chill,

blew through his bones,

as evening turned to night.

The light of day,

with grace, gave way,

to silver-tinted starlight.

“Oh Dad, I fear my heart goes sinking,

when in this life, the truth is blinking,

the eyes and ears for love, are shrinking.”

“Between the folds of shadows creeping,

dear truth, and love, is there for reaping.

Son, make this the goal, of your soul’s seeking!”

“This life I fear, is that goal’s brevity,

Dad, goodness drowns in mindless levity.

What hope is there, of man’s insensitivity?”  

“Son, your hope and joy, and life’s serenity,

bound in the bright folds of life’s Divinity,

are found in the heart, of your sincerity.”

The young man,

sat in silence thinking,

within his soul,

sang silent weeping.

He loved these talks,

with his old man,

yet missed the warmth,

of his kindly hand.

Their time together,

now a heartfelt prayer,

sweet memories of,

when Dad was there.

~FS

I reach out to touch,

and to be touched,

my eyes search,

to be moved,

and I feel,

for a moment,

and then nothing,

fighting back terror,

by my grasping to hold,

by making myself heard,

by a world that is moving,

but isn’t listening,

that’s too busy,

to hear,

me,

too busy,

to hear you,

as you speak,

and as you grasp,

for something to hold,

for someone to touch,

to fight back the terror,

of the moments without feeling,

of the feeling of nothing,

so we search and,

we grasp and,

we hope to,

be moved,

as our lives,

ebb,

and flow,

using our time,

and losing our time,

until it is our time,

to go.

~FS

I am a lowly creature,

despised by many,

I transmit disease,

which can cause death.

Please let me live,

I want to breathe,

don’t crush me,

I want to live.

I am a lowly creature,

despised by many,

I transmit disease,

which could cause death.

Please let me live,

and let me breathe,

no mask or vaccine,

just leave me be.

I am a lowly creature,

despised by many,

I fear disease,

which could cause death.

Please let me live,

just wear my mask,

take my vaccine,

let me live in peace.

All lowly creatures,

just want to breathe,

to not be crushed,

and allowed to live.

We poor mosquitos,

despised by our neighbors,

for simply living,

for simply being.

~FS

Rain falling on a pond;

tiny droplets dancing circles across its face.  

A silver sheet reflecting the gray sky, broken;

my dreams hidden beneath the sheen. 

I leave man’s world struggling in eddies behind me;

swirling in circles of its own. 

Peace speaks the silence that is born;

in deep dreams rising from this dawn. 

In my heart awakening from its sleep;

I taste the sweet rain falling.

~FS

When I turn off all my devices—

then, I am free.

I become light,

untethered,

and unencumbered.

I fly off into the uncharted nights.

There, where no GPS can guide me—

there are no backlit maps or mechanized voices,

and no ‘likes’ to bind me.

My heart beats,

and leaps!

I am like a wild animal,

set free!

I’m escaped from the webs of technology,

let loose from the nets which had bound me—

I’m free!

Free!

Wildly me!

~FS

The waves are gentle upon the water,

the sky advances silently. 

The light is soft upon the waves,

my soul abides in peace. 

I gaze into my heart,

I see the world at rest. 

I guide my thoughts to You,

Lord, I find my life in You.

~FS

When all the world is like shifting sand,

when we cannot find a foothold,

when our neighbors do not know us,

and our leaders are against us—

There is a refuge to turn in to,

there is a firm foundation,

there is a friend to trust,

Christ is here for us.

Christ is here for us,

He is here all day for you,

He’ll be here tomorrow too,

Every day there ever was, and

every day forevermore—

He’s the one to trust.

The smoke and mirrors have stung my eyes,

and my mind has grown confused.

This world’s lies have discouraged truth,

and have corrupted paradise.

Our trust in man must falter—

when we choose to clear the smoke,

and if we look behind the mirrors,

we see a deep darkness in disguise.

Christ is here for us:

He’s a flaming light, burning bright,

for those who seek to know.

He is the end of fear, anxiety’s flight,

and the death to death’s cruel blow.

He is our purest hope forevermore.

Yes, Christ is here for us.

Are we here for Him?

~FS

I am immersed in your love, O Lord.

By your fine, beauteous light,

I am illumined and made light,

made buoyant and floating;

You cause my thoughts to drift upon the wind,

like marigold fragrance and dandelion down,

all twirling and dancing and trusting in You.

I am like a quivering branch, O Lord.

Your Joy rising and shaking my limbs,

all tingling and ticklish, I’m in your hands;

I’m in your arms, in your embrace.

I swoon, I faint, and fall upon the soft earth.

There you whisper into my ear—

sweet secrets and gentle mysteries,

for only me to hear.

I am immersed in your love, O Lord.

Truly, I am lost in your embrace.

Amidst a field of flowers as I do feel,

You shower me with light, a love

like the morning dew,

that illuminates my cheeks,

my lips, and my brow.

You are the radiant light,

who warms the cold depths of midnight.

You are the everflowing spring,

who reveals the sweet depths of my being.

You are the Lord of gentle mystery,

the source of all that abides in me,

and all that awakens and enlivens me.

O Lord, immerse me forever in your love.

~FS