A Poem to My Friends

Sunday Evening Poetry V. 2
Posted by Donny Buckman on November 29, 2009 at 6:30pm
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A Poem to My Friends

Obscured and stained cloak of hypocrisy.
The lie mixed in with tainted truth.
Playing on the weight of life and fantasy
Darkness that steals light and burns youth.

I think that life and fate are not my own.
I love my wife, I do not hate, and the storm has ceased to blow.
Words of truth and light and love I have stowed.
So that the feet that carry me will not be thrown.

But that is only me I cannot speak for the rest.
Seeing the light and love of Christ in the eyes of friends.
Even as they tear the crown from off their head crest.
The love of the Almighty God is the force that binds.

Together with you who became my friends
We wonder at Jesus, and his loving mercy.
He has taken us into his family and with might defends.
While opening our minds to this world’s fanatical heresy.

Blow the trumpet of redemption and love
My fellow brothers and sisters of mortal coil.
Remember that forever God sits on his throne above.
Blessing us with the Holy Ghost’s sacred oil.

Greet me always with a watchful eye.
And I to you will not refrain.
Love me enough to demand that my soul should never die.
I will protect your heart from the devil and this world of pain.

Valiantly shouting poems with boisterous bellowing.
From within the body of a weakened man.
Torn from heaven’s power and the dove’s wing.
I am defeated in sin, but left with the Lord's mighty plan.

May we see through the opaque deceitful veil.
That doubles as this world’s crown and glory.
In my house no child shall ever fail
To forget and fail to forgive because Jesus will write the final story.

By: Donny R. Buckman