Tag: Arts
The Fear
I see in your eyes,
Reflections of me,
The tenderness of your smile,
Showing the love you try,
So hard to disguise,
Breaking through the wall,
You build around you,
In your desperate bid to be free.
I see you trying to reach out,
to the future,
Yet so afraid to let go of the past,
Afraid that history will repeat itself,
So you remain in your safe world.
It’s not that you are a coward,
It’s just that you are afraid,
Too afraid to trust,
Too afraid to believe in me,
Too afraid to stay,
Lest you fall in love.
So you play a game,
Of forever running away,
My heart bleeds for you,
And I understand your pain,
For worst than the fear,
Of having one’s heart broken,
Is the fear of falling in love.
Marva Seaton
Questions of the Heart
What is life, and what of love,
Moments when speech is not necessary,
There is no need for spoken words,
And the language of the flesh,
Is the language expressed.
Lips meet, hands reach out,
Frantic and searching,
Hungering for love’s fulfillment,
And one look says more,
Than a hundred spoken words can.
Lying in your arms,
Can you look in my eyes,
And see past me,
To the yearning in my soul?
Can you see what no other eyes can,
This hunger in my soul?
And when your arms are locked about me,
And I give in willingly to your desires,
Do you seek to please me, or just yourself?
Would you think it silly,
If I should cry in your arms?
If you wish to speak,
And I say I prefer the silence?
Would you think it silly,
If all I want tot do,
Is to lie in your arms,
Savoring your warmth,
Holding on to you as if there,
Is no tomorrow?
Will you ever really understand me?
This child-like part of me,
That clings to you,
As if afraid to let go?
Marva Seaton
Where Are You? {Helen Gleason}
Where are You, Lord, I cried with tears?
You said You were by my side.
But, Lord I didn’t see You.
Though ever so hard I really tried.
And then I heard Your answer
In that still small voice that speaks within:
“My child just look around you –
There is no place that I’m not in.
I’m in that sweet and loving child
Who greets you with a cheering smile;
I’m in the friend who calls on you
To visit and chat awhile.
I’m in that lovely birdsong sweet
That falls upon your listening ear,
And in that friend who prays with you
Who even sheds with you a tear.
I’m in the fragrance of a flower,
In the kiss of day’s first gentle dew;
In the breeze that falls upon your cheek,
In every morning fresh and new.
I’m in the love of a dear pet’s eyes
As it trustingly snuggles close to you.
My love is all around you, child,
And my promises for you still true.
I am in the Word, in the Book I left
To guide, comfort, each day anew.
You see me in so many ways
In the lovely world I made for you.”
Solitude
As oft we moan and groan about our broken hearts,
Of the love we had and lost, of the one who was insincere,
And whose promises and words of love were false.
Yet there are those who have never loved,
Who have never known what it is like to have
a broken heart,
Some whose lips have never been kissed,
Who have never had arms to hold them tight,
Who have never felt the touch of a gentle caress,
Or experience the ecstasy of another body next to theirs,
The womb that never bore a child,
The breast that never suckled,
What is it like to go through life without once being touched?
Some wait and wait to find the perfect someone,
That never ever comes along,
Wasted years, waiting for something that doesn’t exist,
Some wait for that perfect husband,
To give them that perfect child,
A glimpse of him eventually appears,
But alas! It is too late because the childbearing days are gone,
So there still remains that uneven equation,
And the feeling that something is missing.
We live in an imperfect world and there is no such thing,
As a perfect someone,
For those who have never loved,
There is no missing something you have never experienced,
And though it may seem safer,
Is it really happier not to love,
Than to love and have your heart broken?
Not necessarily, because there will be no good times
to remember,
No memories to cherish, no one to reminisce about,
No experience to guide you,
What is it like to have lived and never loved?
Sometimes we spend so much time moaning over the things that are wrong in our lives that we do not take the time to notice all the wonderful things we have that are often times more important than the things we complain about. Every morning we wake we need to give thanks to God for allowing us to live to see another day. Give thanks for the things we have that we take so much for granted; like being able to see, or talk, or walk, always be mindful that there are some out there who can’t. Give thanks for good health, for family and friends. Give thanks for the problems and obstacles you were able to overcome. These life lessons help to make us stronger. These experiences can make us wiser. At all times as long as there is life, give thanks!
Can I
Rain drops pitter patter on the roof,
as I look in your eyes,
The touch of your gentle caress,
make me want so much to forget,
the crazy world outside.
When you say that you love me,
Do you really mean it?
Is this love reunion or another betrayal?
Can I trust you to be true?
If I give you my heart,
will you protect it,
or will you just tear it apart,
and leave me standing alone in the dark?
My heart wants to receive you,
I want so much to believe in you,
Can I?
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