Paradise Poet's Society

^{passing storm}

Love first stirs within my heart
like the evening wind stirs sleeping leaves,
and at each stirring, leaves will start
to fall, as if my soul believes
that this wind will be the last.

But how to shelter from that breeze?
How do I hold my hopes in place?
A tempest blows, and somehow frees
my spirit in the storm's embrace.
But see! - the storm has passed.

God's love, tempest though it seems,
prepares my heart for gentler sighs.
No other wind will harm the dreams
my soul seeks out with fervent cries...
His Spirit holds them fast.

So come, then go, if go you must,
each love will run the race.
Someday love will earn my trust
in the passion of His grace.
The Wind will make it last.

^{serene Cocooned in the dark warmth,
whispering leaves, muted murmurings.
Short, sharp explosion of laughter,
Hackles risen, warnings echo down the valley - curs' cacophony!
Moving 'stars' trace the trails of travellers against the dark.
Yearnings, dreams, memories mingle in sweet union,
alone, yet not lonely, here on my verandah.
--Heather Harvey copyright 2001}

Lonely Valentine

How do I write when I am asked to wait again?

How do I have poetry in my heart when it is put on hold again?

When will my heart come home?

When will I be able to open my arms and know that it is right?

Again I touch a wall.

That wall that will not let me love who I please.

When will He want my touch? Or does he already?

ODE TO ONE’S SISTER

It is of great need

To express mine joy indeed

To warm a heart tender

That’s mine to know

Such a wonderful sister

God alone did bestow

Through thee Christ-likeness shine

Of gratitude to sit down to rhyme

Witness of fragrant beauty

The boys, they cry “cutie"

Thy brother through timeless measure

God has rewarded me

Through thou, wonderful treasure

And the everlasting blessing

Witness of God’s mercy new every morning

To know in the future indeed

Because Christ died in our stead

In the Father’s presence we shall be

Worshipping and serving Him together for all eternity

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You had me
Heart and soul

But it was not the catch you wanted,
only the chase...

Yet even the splintered remnants
of a shattered heart
still crys for you;

With a dogged persistance
Defying logic
with a fierce resistance

To the truth so obviously plain;
like a light so blindly white
Causing pain.

The eyes snap shut and
cannot see;
Till the darkness slithers back in
with the turning of your back -

Setting my soul free
to march wearily on;
in the glimmering hope someday of the heart
returning without the weight of you.

--Gracie copyright 2001

Almost-

I hear your voice and know not why,
That so soon this too will pass by,
Someone I met amidst the fray,
Too soon goodbye, too short the stay.

"Wonder what if" never spoken
As the current whisks you by
So rare the kindred spirits
On this journey we call life.

I want to cry, "Please stay awhile!
Sit deep within these walls,
Speak long of life and love and pain,
Of harvest moons and Irish rains."

I long to know the wealth of
Never needing to count minutes,
Abridging not for timeliness
But lodging deep within it.

A wonder tis, will always be
The how or why you touched my heart,
But in mind's eye you will remain,
Where 'ere this graceless angel reigns.

--Penny2 copyright2001