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The sea was breaking at my feet,
And looking out across the tide,
Where placid waves and heaven meet,
I thought me of the Other Side.

For on the beach on which I stood
Were wastes of sands, and wash, and roar,
Low clouds, and gloom, and solitude,
And wrecks, and ruins – nothing more.

“O, tell me if beyond the sea
A heavenly port there is!” I cried,
And back the echoes laughingly
“There is! there is!” replied.

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fruit

Peace, hope, joy –
The grand fruit of God’s
Forgiveness

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.

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mJqOISG

In a cell
Where the light still shines,
There is hope.

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photo by Javier Gonzalez at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mJqOISG/Cadiz+20

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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Light Lies In Wait

When present and the future both seem dark
Like cloudy nights when stars don’t give a spark;
When you, it seems, are standing all alone
With none on which to lean, to hear your groan;
When up ahead there is no certain path,
And there’s no sure escape from nature’s wrath;
When all the days and all the nights are cold
And gone the glitter, gone the precious gold,
Then find your grit, and walk, and work, and dream
Until a bit of sun begins to gleam.

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photo by Marion Priglinger at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/onumKhe/winter+sunbeams+1

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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……………..I’ve Had My Share

 

I’ve had my share of trouble – death and woe

(Perhaps it never came like blizzard’s snow),

But I would wake at times to find ground white:

A blanket, even drifts, fell in the night.

When trouble came, a broom or shovel met

The need I had to keep my pathway yet.

So daily, if it fell, I had to cope

To keep on going and not lose my hope.

I take the whole: I think my life is grand;

I persevere, the wind and woe withstand,

And what once seemed to be a moment drear

Just melts away midst all the joy and cheer.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

 

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Talk happiness.  The world is sad enough
Without your woes.  No path is wholly rough;
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
And speak of those, to rest the weary ear
Of Earth, so hurt by one continuous strain
Of human discontent and grief and pain.

Talk faith.  The world is better off without
Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.
If you have faith in God, or man, or self,
Say so.  If not, push back upon the shelf
Of silence all your thoughts, till faith shall come;
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

Talk health.  The dreary, never-changing tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale.
You cannot charm, or interest, or please
By harping on that minor chord, disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear your words and make them true.


					

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