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~ Listen To The River ~
Listen to the river, bubbling o'er your soul,
Telling a life story, listen to its call.
A river has beginnings, yet never has an end,
What lies there in-between, what tiding does it send.
Listen to the river, how it freely turns and twists,
Moving only onwards, to where it shall exist.
Its start is very small, collecting as it goes,
Giving nourishment, refreshment, everywhere it flows.
Listen to the river, nothing halts its path,
Over rocks and vales it courses, goodness to impart.
Hear it murmur softly, no need now to be sad.
Bubbling up and over, God made us to be glad.
Listen to the river, safe within the shore,
Follow on the pathway, sheltered by the wall.
Keep within the confines, gentleness will please,
Churning, angry overflow, no-one ever needs.
Slow before the ending, ponder til you're free,
Spreading love e'er wider, approaches, endless sea.
Listen to the river, reflecting beauty known,
Hearken to its whispers, wending sweetly home.
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
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Poetry from the Heart
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there.
~A.A. Milne
Listen to the river, bubbling over all,
Hear it gently murmur, God's love forevermore.
~blossoms~
Listen to the river, bubbling o'er your soul,
Telling a life story, listen to its call.
A river has beginnings, yet never has an end,
What lies there in-between, what tiding does it send.
Listen to the river, how it freely turns and twists,
Moving only onwards, to where it shall exist.
Its start is very small, collecting as it goes,
Giving nourishment, refreshment, everywhere it flows.
Listen to the river, nothing halts its path,
Over rocks and vales it courses, goodness to impart.
Hear it murmur softly, no need now to be sad.
Bubbling up and over, God made us to be glad.
Listen to the river, safe within the shore,
Follow on the pathway, sheltered by the wall.
Keep within the confines, gentleness will please,
Churning, angry overflow, no-one ever needs.
Slow before the ending, ponder til you're free,
Spreading love e'er wider, approaches, endless sea.
Listen to the river, reflecting beauty known,
Hearken to its whispers, wending sweetly home.
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
[email protected]
Poetry from the Heart
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there.
~A.A. Milne
Listen to the river, bubbling over all,
Hear it gently murmur, God's love forevermore.
~blossoms~
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~ Listen To The Wind ~
Listen to the gusts it brings, for secrets it will share, Hearken to its wonders, the message it will bear. Balance now the pressure, as it whispers of God's love Bringing us refreshment, His wisdom from above. Listen very closely and watch the clouds float by God is in the breezes, He watches from the sky. Listen for His promise, the love He sheds abroad Hearken, in the zephyrs, before He has to roar. Today we have this window, of time to hear His voice So listen very closely, while there's time for choice. Listen for the truth from the Spirit knocking hard The wind is blowing us a message, The love of God's own heart. Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Oct 2010 May the sweet serenity of growing things, And the heavenly peace they bring, Be mirrored in thy soul. -- Doxis Palmer |
~ Listen To The Thunder ~
There's thunder, can you hear, rolling o'er the desert land, Can you hear it in your spirit, unfolding from God's hand. Can you feel the soft vibrations, gathering in force, Unfurling from the parchment, and following a course. Can you hear within the desert, where there is no rain, No blessing from the heavens, across the barren plain. Can you see with clearer eyes, that view past vast palette, Of all that seems so rich, but, holds no treasure yet. Do you watch the clouds scud by, that hold no blessing there, That cannot rain with power, nor any nurture share. But, do you hear the thunder, rolling clear across the plain, The sound of many waters, the writhing sound of pain. Would storm be gathering ready, for a world, so barren, dry, That do not see the empty clouds, nor even wonder why, Lord, feed us in this desert, by miracles You send, Like Elijah fed by ravens, those You love, You always tend. Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010 |
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~ Listen To The Salmon ~
I have to swim upstream, there's no other way to go
To find my destination, I can't go with the flow.
I will encounter opposition, and face a fierce attack
The terror on the way, will from my goal detract.
But, I will keep on tracking, for up, is all I know
My God has made me for this journey, my life is not my own.
For Him, I'll leap and dart and twist, to dodge the cruel claws
He will protect me from all evil, while traversing cold fiords.
I cannot pause within the shallows, and wallow in myself
Where it is warm and mellow, for, I am more propelled.
To leave behind distractions, intent upon My Lord
To Him alone I look, I cannot burdens hoard.
My God has hold my spirit, in Him I am alive
My life is flying free, in Him, I'll never die.
Upstream is where I'm bound, my Lord will be the way
His life blood within, will keep me from the fray.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © March 2009
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I have to swim upstream, there's no other way to go
To find my destination, I can't go with the flow.
I will encounter opposition, and face a fierce attack
The terror on the way, will from my goal detract.
But, I will keep on tracking, for up, is all I know
My God has made me for this journey, my life is not my own.
For Him, I'll leap and dart and twist, to dodge the cruel claws
He will protect me from all evil, while traversing cold fiords.
I cannot pause within the shallows, and wallow in myself
Where it is warm and mellow, for, I am more propelled.
To leave behind distractions, intent upon My Lord
To Him alone I look, I cannot burdens hoard.
My God has hold my spirit, in Him I am alive
My life is flying free, in Him, I'll never die.
Upstream is where I'm bound, my Lord will be the way
His life blood within, will keep me from the fray.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © March 2009
[email protected]
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~ Listen To The Trees ~
Listen, to the trees, the woods, What now do they tell, What amazing secret do they hold That they live very well. Investigate their tiny seed Hold it in your hand, What of that tiny power Do we learn to understand. Where is the life encapsulated Is it in the size or shape What mystery is within it's case That it can germinate.  How, by being buried in soil
Does life then suddenly break forth, How can such a tiny sliver Hold a chestnut tree so tall. How can mighty roots and branches The countless leaves and buds The intricate genetic code From such a fragment come. Listen to the tree today And what of God it holds, He placed Himself in the design Listen to His power, listen and behold. For we also are such mystery We too began so small, But, in His image we are made, We are special even more. Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Feb 2011 [email protected]
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~ Listen To The Dolphin ~
Come nearer, sparkly dolphin, come close unto my heart Bring to me the pleasure, God would want you to impart. Come, show to me His beauty, the perfection of His Hand, His love that you display, that I may understand. Come, swim by me composure, His gentleness, content, Show me His creative power, The Father's clear intent. Come, chatter of His joy, tell secrets that fulfill That I discover more of God, and comprehend His will. Come, bring to me the wonder, of life's colour, 'neath the sea The dance, the play, the feeding, in your world so fancy free. Come beside me with the mystery, that you alone unveil, How atop the depths below, you know just how to sail. Come, manifest the simple trust, of living here, complete Enabled so to be, distinctly beautiful, unique. Come, exhibit how you see, with sight ahead, belief With wild abandon, proving, nothing's hidden to be feared. Come, unveil the way He forms, uniquely His design The acceptance of each breath secure in the divine. Come, let me see you pretty dolphin, upon my soul embark The all of God you are, sweet touches of His heart. Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Jan 2010 [email protected] |
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~ Listen To The Flowers ~
Listen to the flower's words, what would they now convey,
That tiny seed thus planted, only there to die away.
Fade away to nourish, gently form each leaf,
Unfurling little fronds, foundation underneath.
Gently grows beginnings, so roots are strong below,
Good must be the soil, later strength to grow.
Deeper still the darkness, to form life deep within,
Life is only borne from death, of the seed of origin.
Wait, there comes the sunshine, warmth, refreshing showers,
Day by day the rays of light, infuse their constant power.
To gently push up every stem, and pop out every leaf,
Watch, the buds are coming, what ever will there be.
Listen to the flower's words, what would they now convey,
That tiny seed thus planted, only there to die away.
Fade away to nourish, gently form each leaf,
Unfurling little fronds, foundation underneath.
Gently grows beginnings, so roots are strong below,
Good must be the soil, later strength to grow.
Deeper still the darkness, to form life deep within,
Life is only borne from death, of the seed of origin.
Wait, there comes the sunshine, warmth, refreshing showers,
Day by day the rays of light, infuse their constant power.
To gently push up every stem, and pop out every leaf,
Watch, the buds are coming, what ever will there be.
Derry photo © 2006
Learn, the preparation, in much suspense, we
wait,
What now there unfurl, what wonder will unveil.
Then in all completion, the petals soft, unfold,
Resplendent, pure delight, uniquely blaze, behold!
The bloom of life portrayed, for all to gladly view
The time of blooming set, each day with life renewed,
Then seed pods nestle in, as a deeper plan is yet,
This life it shall not die, when it is time to rest.
This life shall be reborn, continue on for aye,
Oh, listen to the flowers,
and all of God they say..
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
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♪ Sounds of silence -Panflute-utube.♪
What now there unfurl, what wonder will unveil.
Then in all completion, the petals soft, unfold,
Resplendent, pure delight, uniquely blaze, behold!
The bloom of life portrayed, for all to gladly view
The time of blooming set, each day with life renewed,
Then seed pods nestle in, as a deeper plan is yet,
This life it shall not die, when it is time to rest.
This life shall be reborn, continue on for aye,
Oh, listen to the flowers,
and all of God they say..
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
[email protected]
♪ Sounds of silence -Panflute-utube.♪
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Wonder is a deep, profound experience. The typical secular education of our day makes us suspicious or callous to wonder. It seems so unscientific, so unsophisticated, and ultimately, so seemingly unnecessary. So they say. But to lose the sense of wonder is to lose one of the great beauties of life. Worship, on the other hand, exercises our sense of wonder. It helps us see things and hear things and feel things, that not everyone recognizes. Worship, in essence, is wonderful.
Hughes Oliphant Old
Hughes Oliphant Old
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~ Listen To The Leaf ~
I hold the leaf within my hand And twirl it to and fro, My mind does convolutions, wondering what I know. Not much, I softly whisper... Such intricate design, The mind of God I cannot tell, The depths of love divine. But, this I see while twirling there And gazing at the form, The lacy pattern, veins unfurled, Crimped edge, so uniform. Dear God, I love Your autumn leaf You made for me to view, I stroke it's softness, can't I keep This tiny part of You. Why, do You let them fade away Break down into the earth, What is it You are telling me, About life, and death, and birth. Our lives begin and grow like this In color, each unique, To bloom, then reach our peak, With so much more to seek. This awesome life You made, soon fades, We cannot grasp to keep, This lovely earth is not for aye, But death, is life, we meet. Yes, we shall rise, to live anew, No breath in You is lost, But, die we must, to find the life You powered by the cross. Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © June 2009 [email protected] Poetry From The Heart |
~ Listen To The Cloud ~
Little cloud upon horizon Enclasped in sunset's glowing light, What there do you whisper Gently floating by... What there do you warmly cry Held by glowing light and air, Where from, where to going Nary there a care. Doing as required Carrying your load, What then, little cloud What more shall we know. Shapes and illustrations, How you entertain, Not dispensing only shadows Nor dispatching only rain. But you would be our happy friend A face within the sky, Artistic beauty, smiles, The gift of tender sigh. Little cloud, all heaven's secrets hide Closer to our Father God you are, Bring us all you can of Jesus, Rain His love within our heart. And little cloud, please blow so very far Take this love unto my friend, Shower down upon their life All the blessings prayed for them. Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Sept 2009 [email protected] "Live each moment as it passes: breathe the soft and pretty air, drink the beauty from on high, tip your face and taste God's wonder from the sky." ~blossoms~ |
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~ Listen To The Bee ~
Click music ~ Pizzicato
There's a world of much relating, within the beehive land,
Busy in each special role, and, this we understand.
That they must work together, for their sweet society
To produce the purest best, harmony is priority.
Yes, care will always be the key, if all here would be well
Work to meet each daily need, by this to be compelled.
Evolution can not be, within the beehive land,
They never fight to be the best, another to supplant.
But they must work together, as God made each to be
To fulfill their caring role, within the family.
They do not say, today, I'll wish for good, for me
But, up they buzz to always give,
just as they're meant to be.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © July 2009
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"Lives that work may share, lives that love will care" ~blossoms~
The stars are God's fingerprints. The sun is a mere smidgen of his
radiance. The moon is to remind us that he doesn't sleep at night. The
vastness of space proclaims the infinity of his wisdom, while the sand
pebble indicates his thoroughness with the puniest details. The lion
hints at his fearlessness, the bear at his power, the hawk at his keen
insight. And yet, those possess only a tidbit of God's omnipotence and
omnipresence. Every tree points toward heaven; every bird has a song to
sing; even every moment of wind goes in some direction. There is nothing
chaotic about our beautiful designed world. All creation has a message
to tell. It says, Listen, there is a God. There is a God!
Brent D. Earles
Click music ~ Pizzicato
There's a world of much relating, within the beehive land,
Busy in each special role, and, this we understand.
That they must work together, for their sweet society
To produce the purest best, harmony is priority.
Yes, care will always be the key, if all here would be well
Work to meet each daily need, by this to be compelled.
Evolution can not be, within the beehive land,
They never fight to be the best, another to supplant.
But they must work together, as God made each to be
To fulfill their caring role, within the family.
They do not say, today, I'll wish for good, for me
But, up they buzz to always give,
just as they're meant to be.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © July 2009
[email protected]
"Lives that work may share, lives that love will care" ~blossoms~
The stars are God's fingerprints. The sun is a mere smidgen of his
radiance. The moon is to remind us that he doesn't sleep at night. The
vastness of space proclaims the infinity of his wisdom, while the sand
pebble indicates his thoroughness with the puniest details. The lion
hints at his fearlessness, the bear at his power, the hawk at his keen
insight. And yet, those possess only a tidbit of God's omnipotence and
omnipresence. Every tree points toward heaven; every bird has a song to
sing; even every moment of wind goes in some direction. There is nothing
chaotic about our beautiful designed world. All creation has a message
to tell. It says, Listen, there is a God. There is a God!
Brent D. Earles
