© 2019 Barbara Grace Lake
I’m often asked what I believe.
Do I know God? Do angels sit
Upon my shoulders guiding me
To do what’s right else I’d be wrong?
And yet, without those astral hosts
Would I an evil person be?
In life I’d seen
To waiting death
Do I know God? Do angels sit
Upon my shoulders guiding me
To do what’s right else I’d be wrong?
And yet, without those astral hosts
Would I an evil person be?
In life I’d seen
To waiting death
I’ve lived my life eventfully
So many friends and lovers too
At times I help beleaguered man
More often they then help me grow
Becoming part of who I am
Becoming part eternally
As I’ve seen life
And beckoning death
So many friends and lovers too
At times I help beleaguered man
More often they then help me grow
Becoming part of who I am
Becoming part eternally
As I’ve seen life
And beckoning death
But what of Heaven next I’m asked
What do you see at end of life?
Dear God it’s when I come to you
Returning to the source of all
Would Bible written “streets of gold”
Compare with spatial vaults of stars
No, not in life
Nor ever death
What do you see at end of life?
Dear God it’s when I come to you
Returning to the source of all
Would Bible written “streets of gold”
Compare with spatial vaults of stars
No, not in life
Nor ever death
I’ll see and be small flickering flames
And watch them grow into vast worlds
I’ll see a comet’s origin
And flow with it across the void
I’ll see an ever-rising sun
Encompassing the whole of life
I’ll come to life
Where death is gone
And watch them grow into vast worlds
I’ll see a comet’s origin
And flow with it across the void
I’ll see an ever-rising sun
Encompassing the whole of life
I’ll come to life
Where death is gone
April 11, 2019 at 5:58 pm
This is beautiful. You express so eloquently questions I have pondered. Barbara, you always inspire me!
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April 11, 2019 at 6:22 pm
Lesley, you are so very kind. Thank you. You have no idea how much it means to me to have someone find worth in my words.
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April 11, 2019 at 8:57 pm
This poem has such hope. I tried to comment on the Hurricane poem, such a powerful and true expression of the power of nature
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April 13, 2019 at 6:09 pm
Thank you so very much, Ekurie. That was indeed what I was trying to show, the extreme power of nature, plus the resurgent power of man. Thank you for reading and understanding this endeavor.
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April 11, 2019 at 9:52 pm
A beautiful, inspiring poem.
I like your poems.
greetings
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April 11, 2019 at 11:00 pm
Thank you so very much for your thoughts and your support. I truly do appreciate you.
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April 13, 2019 at 1:17 pm
“I’ll see a comets origin and flow with it across the void”…..so Lovely Barbara!
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April 13, 2019 at 6:06 pm
Thank you so very much for reading and understanding this poem. I so appreciate you. As a side note, that last stanza actually seemed to shout in my mind.
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April 13, 2019 at 6:51 pm
I just went back to read it again – it does shout, so beautifully. It is an incredibly powerful poem, Barbara!
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April 13, 2019 at 7:02 pm
Thank you, Susan. I so appreciate your thoughtful comments and your understanding. Both are more appreciated than I can express coming a writer of your talent.
And, by the way, if I haven’t mentioned it before, I seem to be joining you in physical matters.. The vision in my right eye is gone. My eye doctor is laboring diligently to save the impaired vision in my left. So far it’s stable, but I’m told Mac.Degen. is only delayed.
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April 13, 2019 at 7:44 pm
Barbara, so eloquent, so exceptionally penned. Your writing is so uplifting. Thank you.
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April 20, 2019 at 11:31 pm
Thank you so very much, Lance. I liken having you express appreciation to getting a Pulitzer Prize. Thank you.
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April 21, 2019 at 12:51 am
Barbara, that is quite a compliment. I’m sincerely grateful. Thank you. And, you’re very welcome, my friend.
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April 18, 2019 at 4:45 pm
Beautiful poem Barbara. I love the last lines I’ll come to life Where death is gone
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April 18, 2019 at 5:17 pm
The entire last paragraph was the first written. It seemed like it shouted into my mind.
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April 18, 2019 at 9:05 pm
Such beautiful words – I’m glad you listened to the shouting and wrote it down – very comforting.
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