These Words

Sunday Morning Poetry V.2
Posted by Donny Buckman on September 24, 2009 at 7:56pm
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These Words
By Donny R. Buckman

One of God’s mighty works
Is to care for those who love him.
From the alpha to the omega he never shirks
Prophets of old witnessed his cherubim.

My love and beautiful queen
Has laid down her crown humbly.
He who knows all stood between
She and a life of stumbling.
By His glory and awesome grace
These words fill my eyes and ears.
Wisdom says that God’s man does not know race.
Godly woman that she is shall be kept from fears.

Granted I have known of many ways
That men walk upon the earth.
Every way but one only betrays
The truth of the virgin birth.
Now his glory fills all space and time.
Evidence of God’s creation abounds.
I have no reason to live this life sublime.
When his voice whispers in earth’s sounds.


Life’s Debate
By Donny R. Buckman

Two males lighted on the line.
A robin and a finch.
Voices that combine.
Displaying ancient confidence.
Calling out for mates
On a cool and cloudy morn.
Aves debates
Happening daily on springtime shores.

Walking the wire I dance with fear
The mate that I am calling may fail to hear.
She will fly on by
As the tones degrade.
Learning not to rely
Upon all manmade.

Scream
By Donny R. Buckman

Do we not dream the same dreams?
Maybe not have the same dream
But when in a nightmare hear the same
Scream
And in a daydream the vivid colors
Of leaves when they fall into the stream?
Even if it is all that we share
The waking and sleeping mind’s eye
What is real and truly there?
It is when we try to add meaning to
That which is right.
When we find out what we will or not dare?

Wind Chimes
By Donny R. Buckman

While the wind blows through these chimes
You will hear me singing of birth, and life, and death.
May these words sing through rhyme
That I love you with every breath.

Within the wind I place my love song
So hang these chimes where you can hear
And you will know that my love is long
Because the wind will make them sing year after year.

While you sleep you might hear them ring.
They will bring you peace and happiness.
Then you will hear the song
God’s blessed earth sings
Even through times of sorrow and the occasional
Spiritual tempest.

Growing Up
By Donny R. Buckman

A boy’s on the corner asking directions,
But he’s left not knowing which way to go.
All his life he has been given corrections,
And an ocean across which to row.
So he packed up the essentials,
And he built up his strength.
I hope he knows how the trade winds flow.

The ship ran up a storm
That nearly capsized them.
The men rowed desperately on.
The water was trickling in.
It reached up to their pant hem.
Then the clouds broke loose,
Wherewith the stars brilliantly shone in.

A man now saw up ahead
A lighthouse perched on some rocks.
Dreaming of a fire, a woman, some bread
He went below deck to change into dry socks.
Adventures can change a boy to a man
As long as the black road is not taken.
Hence, if you find you’ve washed up on sand
Make sure the corrections aren’t mistaken.

Crossed Over The River
By Donny R. Buckman

All hell heard the devil scream
When God sent my father back.
What is said within is not an earthly dream
But a spear of God’s righteous attack
On the evil one and his dire minions
Who live upon this worldly realm.
Allowed to express their deceitful opinions
Like zombies without a soul at the helm.

My father told me he was already there
Standing upon a rock and speaking
He lowered from above on clean crisp air
From this world to the next streaking.
The Holy Spirit taught me this Sabbath day
A coalescence of God’s truth.
Either in this world or the next we must stay
But for God existence is found wholly in both.

Before my father could reach his purified self
Heavenly Father told him he had work to do.
His life had returned if not his full health
Now, I know his vision to be true.
God controls the quantum fabric
Of heaven and space and time.
Though he was left to live life as a eunuch
The Lord gave him the right to choose his own time.

Few have come before, and few will be delivered
Whose strength is enough to endure life after death.
This poem is for him that crossed over the river
Then was blessed to regain his living breath.
His words remind me of what can be done.
Jesus Christ master Lord lead the way
To the world of everlasting life with God, his Son,
And the Holy Ghost show me your glory today.
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Comment by Josie on September 26, 2009 at 4:26pm WOW! Excellent work Donny!