Poems 5
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The Hour
When the sky is so blue
Or many other shades of hue,
When the birds sing their song
That we can ponder upon
When the breeze tingles the leaves
Through the wondrous trees.
When the bluebells dance and sway
With the tulips in array
When the sheep and cows graze
While ponies stand and gaze
When the grass is so green
That all has to be seen
When in this beautiful place
Of Gods given grace
I stop and sense the hour
Of the creators greatest power.
Joyce Gale 1990-2004
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SILENCE.
Stillness,
But for the whispering breeze
The Universe speaks
In the clouds that pass by.
A moments pause
Held by unseen hands
To be aware
Of a meeting so precious.
Silence,
Broken only by a song bird
Face to face
With the spirit of God.
Joyce Gale
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You
I saw you, in a touch
Tingling through my veins
Held momentary by a breath,
A visitor of spirit.
No sight or sound just knowledge.
I speak through mind in prayer,
Answers come the same.
Amazing beyond most scope
A visitor of spirit.
No sight or sound just knowledge.
I walk with you most days
Unless I am full of darkness.
You then lift me up to abundance
A visitor of spirit.
No sight or sound just knowledge.
I know you well, and trust you.
My path you quide, when I am listening.
Stillness is fortitude to all paths.
You are a visitor of spirit.
You are knowledge. You are God.
1990-2004
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The Morning
Beautiful is the morning
When peace comes on earth,
Where people love and cherish
The world free of pain and dearth.
There will be no need for guns
Or tanked up armoury,
As all the different countries
Will live in harmony.
Beautiful is the morning
When the birds still have a song,
And all the living creatures
Are free all the daylong.
Children will be happy
To play without a care
With all their little friends
Who’s joys they will all share.
Beautiful is the morning
When the stars still have a shine
And the air is so pure
It is just like sparkling wine.
To see the sun arising
And rain upon ones face
With a rainbow still in heaven
Gods spared the human race.
Joyce Gale 2002-2004
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