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love - a child's sonnet- joy - peace - nailed to a sacrifice - what is this i find? LoveLove is patient and is never proud, It doesn't fade like the dying flower. Love isn't rude and it is never loud, Protecting and filling you with power. Love is important. It's the beginning Of all the relationships that exist. I t heals the hurt and raises the singing, Which brings hope to people walking in mist. The wind blows through the trees filling your face With a breeze so clear and pure to believe. It makes your heart glad and feel you are ace, Filling you with peace like creation's eve. If you are the most important known king, But have never loved then you are nothing. (1992) go to top A Child's Sonnet When I'm all alone and feeling quite sad, Needing someone to wipe away my tears. To give me a hug and say I'm not bad, And say that they love me, swamping my fears. When I'm all safe and sound, sleeping in bed, I dream of a new life which is all love. Where people are friends and do what is said By a King ruling in peace far above. At a noise, I wake and find I'm not there, Then feel sad all over again, but now When I think of that place which is so fair, I feel happy and to that King I'll bow. So if man should come across that land, May they greet the King with an open hand. (1992) go to top Peace, Does It Exist? When the day is dawning, the sun rises, The wind isn't blowing from East to West. The trees aren't swaying, all different sizes, This is called peace with everything at rest. Sounds of chainsaws are heard in the distance, The birds fly north for the winter season, Animals are looking for assistance, Is what we are doing nearly all done? WAIT! Someone is restoring the woodland, Planting the trees after being cut down. Building a world for those on a strand, Those living in slums all around the town. So which would you prefer for tomorrow? And do you want to feel peace or sorrow? (1993) go to top Does Joy Exist? Boom! Hate rocks the world upsetting peace. Smash! Love is broken into many parts. When peace returns, all wars and troubles cease, Then will all people find joy in their hearts? A smile. A humorous thought spins a laugh. A boy enjoying all things around him, Playing in peace, without Fear's haunting laugh. Love comes and fills Joy's cup to the brim. Joy is known purely, only as a child, When worry never seems to touch the mind. It exists when life isn't worry wild. When you feel so special, so loved and kind. Plant a seed, water it with love and peace, It will grow, bloom with joy and never cease. (1996) go to top Nailed to a Sacrifice Nailed to a sacrifice Cleansed by tears Washed by the blood Forgiven of all sins Peace through a storm Light from the darkness Joy from the grief Paid for the worthless Strength from the broken Kindness from the cruel Love flows from hate Given to the poor. (1997) go to top What Is This I Find? What is this I find? As I bow upon my knees At the foot of a criminal A Man who was against us Who cared little for us! What is this I find? A spot of red, fallen from above Blood from the nails Which I hammered in With my own hands and actions. What is this I find? A snowdrop begins to grow In the place of sin Where His blood fell As it forgave all I've done. What is this I find? As I look up into his eyes Eyes of Love which pour. He manages to smile then He dies at me. For me? (1997) go to top [ All poems written by Stephen Ogston and are Copyright Protected ] |