Desiderata - A Life Changing Poem for Hard Times

Broken Wings - By James Motherall

Broken wings, wounded heart
Dreams that couldn’t come true
Shattered hopes, because of lies
That I couldn’t see though
Reaching for love, finding pain
Build the walls or get hurt again
No one tells the truth anymore
Broken Spirit, untried wings
So afraid to fly.
Like a rose without the sun
The spirit just withers and dies
I reached for the sun, found the rain
Ran away to avoid the pain
But I can’t hide anymore
Now my spirit wants to fly
Spread its wings and soar high in the sky
Till I could almost touch the hand of God
Like the thorns upon the rose
There will be hard times
So I will trust my heart to Him
Whose power is greater than mine
He will keep and give me rest
He will guide me through every test
He will always be there when I call
Jesus loves me this I know
Because the Bible tells me so
Jesus loves me this I know

The Forgotten Garden - by Cynthia Gies

The garden was forgotten,
Destoryed by man’s thoughtlessness,
It seemed all was lost.
Then someone remember the old man’s garden,
They remember the beauty, the peace, and the caring that was there.
The remembering made them care again, to restore the garden in all it’s splendor,
So it would not be a fading memory captured in a picture to be forgotten in time, as a product of the mind.
So again the garden stands in it’s beauty and grace.
For it is a rare garden that is filled with such love, and caring that the garden is a glow, with life and laughter.
It is a garden which brings to the soul the deepest serenity.
Few understand the garden.
Still fewer understand enough to care and keep the garden,
So that others may be give the chance to know and understand the most radiant beauty of the garden.

The Search - by Cynthia Gies

The universe is full of many things,
It knows much and is telling little,
Some live not questioning it,
Others spend their life time pursuing it,
And in the end are not much wiser for their efforts.
For in the merry chase for knowledge,
Much is missed that should be known.
For what they search escapes them, and they know it not.
For what they seek is not to be found.