I Know Without A Doubt
I know, I know, without a doubt
That God’s alive and well
You might ask me how I know
Then you, I’d have to tell
He’s in the breeze; he’s in the trees
He’s there. He’s everywhere
He’s in those rabbits on green lawn
My God, is always there
He made me, Me, the way I am
He gave to me, my senses
He makes me laugh; he makes me cry
And as new morn commences
He gives me need to pray to him
Yet not with words real shallow
He sees the joy within my heart
He feels the way I glow
He gives me faith in each new day
He makes me know, I’m one
With every single thing there is
He knows I am the sum
Of all there is, and ever was
He let’s me know “I’m life”
Because I know just who I am
He shelters me from strife
21 July 2015
------------- by Peter Duggan
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Another poet friend's poem the second one presented today, whose talent is great as is my great friend Peter Duggan's recent poem.-Tyr
The Twilight Moor
Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.
Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.
Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass
Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws
Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.
Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.
BY Avery Swarthout, 5-27-2015
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