See this rose and remember our love
Bestowing calm like a heavenly dove
Its redness passion, our love ever true
Yet times it fades, our love doth too
See this rose and do not cry
It's death a way to remind you and I
For its death brings life unto another
Love faded, now stronger within each other
See this rose and smile with joy
Let not its ending so bitterly destroy
But embrace its beginning; beautiful and soft
An aroma of sweet hope floating aloft
See this rose and cast it away
An ending met, no life to convey
Please let it go and look onto me
Our love, another rose, I give to thee
©S.I.B. September 22, 2007
Friday, January 23, 2015
Who's This I See
Who's this I see, I hope to know
So young and bright; beginning to grow
What hope I have to see you strong
To give, to learn and yet live long
Who's this I see, I hope to show
Christ's love for you; see it overflow
This world is big, and we so small
For you He cared and gave it all
Who's this I see, I hope to be
A light for you when you cannot see
My prayers for you; my hope afar
You'd always know how loved you are
Who's this I see, I hope to know
A heart that yearns, when I must go
A soul that stirs; compelled to be
A light to others who cannot see
© S.i.B. Jan 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015
Music
We find it's all surrounding
In a feeling often stirred
A force that's hypnotizing
With each rhythm deeply heard
It alone can drive us forth
Among the endless patterns inked
Growing weaker by the prolixness
From tired eyes that never blinked
Delay it seeks to silence
Now focused; our prowess minds
To gain from its asylum
The answers left unlined
Hidden, yet hear its calls
The plea in every beat
To push beyond our walls
And ward against defeat
© S.i.B. Jan 2015
In a feeling often stirred
A force that's hypnotizing
With each rhythm deeply heard
It alone can drive us forth
Among the endless patterns inked
Growing weaker by the prolixness
From tired eyes that never blinked
Delay it seeks to silence
Now focused; our prowess minds
To gain from its asylum
The answers left unlined
Hidden, yet hear its calls
The plea in every beat
To push beyond our walls
And ward against defeat
© S.i.B. Jan 2015
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