In the rush of fleeting light, Words tumble, eager and bright. With each tick, a thought takes flight, So much to rhyme in the dwindling night.
Minutes meld into a swift stream, Ideas chase the tail of a dream. Across the page, under starlit gleam, Verses flow, a poetic scheme.
A clock’s hands dance, they twist and twine, In the echo of the old church chime. Yet in this brief moment, thoughts align, So much to rhyme with such little time.
Each syllable, a step, a climb, Up the steep face of a rhyme sublime. Hurry, hurry, while the muses mime, Quick, capture the verse before the end of time.
In the tapestry of thoughts that weave through day and night, I search for reasons, reasons that might Justify the whispers, the echoes of my voice, For every single choice, I need an eager reasoned poise.
Why do reasons rule the realm of our daily deeds? Why do they fill our garden of needs? Is it clarity they bring to the chaotic heart, Or is it peace, perhaps, a kind of art?
Every word I cast into the void’s vast expanse, Must have a why, a how, perchance To stand against the winds of whimsy’s flight, To hold its ground, to claim the right.
For without reasons as our guiding stars, We’re but ships unmoored in a sea of wars. Drifting aimlessly in a torrent of emotion, Lost in the waves, devoid of notion.
So I tether my words to the solid ground, With reasons that are profound. For in the quest of understanding’s play, Reasons are the most important every day.
They craft our world with careful thought, With lessons learned and wisdom taught. In the realm of reason, we find our way, Through the questions posed each day.
Freedom is just another word, nothing truly free, A boundless illusion, fading into obscurity. Yet, for a single memory of you, I’d give All my yesterdays, just to relive That moment, our spirits in perfect harmony.
Someday, our love will weave its destined lace, In the intricate dance of time and space. Our threads will cross at the ordained hour,Blossoming fiercely, a transcendent flower.
Together forever, in divine eternity, Our souls enmeshed, a seamless unity. A love profound, boundlessly deep, Our whispered promises to forever keep.
Our never-ending love, an eternal flame, An unyielding echo of your whispered name. In the realm of forever, we are the lore, In the hallowed whispers of evermore.
In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, Where dreams shimmer in the twilight, Hold fast to the visions that you deem, Do whatever it takes to believe in your dream.
Through the trials where shadows lope, In the gardens of despair, still tend your hope. Let not the tempest your spirit seam, In the gale, clutch tighter your vibrant dream.
Forge ahead when the path is steep, Where the nights are long and the rivers deep. Let the stars above in the heavens gleam, Guiding your steps with their ancient beam.
Amid the whispers of doubt, may you cope, By the fireside of tenacity, kindle your hope. With every heartbeat, let it stream, Flood your world with the light of your dream.
So dance on the edges of the unknown, Where the seeds of courage are silently sown. Rise, for beyond the dire extreme, Rest the bright morning of your supreme dream.
In the quiet whispers of the twilight dim, Where shadows dance and chances slim, May a prayer on the breeze be softly said: “May you be in heaven half an hour ahead.”
Before the devil knows, before he sees, Before your soul sets upon the fiery seas, May you ascend where angels tread, In celestial peace, your spirit led.
Through the gates of pearl and streets of gold, May your name in the Book of Life be boldly scrolled. And as the heavens embrace you in their stead, May joy be yours, and no tears shed.
Let the harps pluck a melody so sweet, A serenade for your arriving feet. Among the saints and the martyrs, may you glide, Half an hour in heaven, with God at your side.
So when the final breath escapes in a sigh, And the stars above dot the navy sky, May you find the grace as your days conclude,In paradise found, in quietude.
For life is a journey through storms and through calm, May your passage be blessed with a heavenly balm. And as tales are told and your story is read,“May you be in heaven half an hour,” it’s said.
"May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead" is an old Irish blessing
Tread lightly on the paths of the plain, With the tools that you have, stake your claim. For the hand you’re dealt is the hand to play, No hidden cards, no secret sway.
Forge ahead with what’s in your grasp, Bind your fortunes with a fervent clasp. In the simplest stone there’s a spark to see, In the barest branch, a hidden tree.
Craft your castle from the sand, Work each grain with a steady hand. The might of oceans in a drop of rain, The endless echoes in a single grain.
Do the best you can, hold your ground, In the humblest seeds, great forests are found. For when you’ve nothing else but your own resolve, You’ll find depths unknown that you can solve.
In the quiet chambers of your heart, enshrine The sacred Lord, His presence divine. Let His radiance in your spirit dwell, A beacon in a shell, a silent citadel.
Be ever prepared, in each fleeting hour, To voice the hope that blooms like a flower Within your soul, where faith resides, With gentle words where His love abides.
To every seeker who questions your peace, Offer your reasons, let not your zeal cease; With meekness and reverence as your shield, Grace in your answers, His wisdom revealed.
In humble fear, yet with hearts aflame, Declare the glory bound to His name; For in the asking and in the telling, Grow the roots of faith, ever compelling.
Sanctify the Lord God in all you portray, Ready in spirit, come what may. Give an account of the hope that’s yours, Through trials and tempests, which faith endures.
1Pe 3:15 But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect
