22 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 076 When the sun comes up


When the sun comes up, from another day, when the clouds have passed, an gone away
Will you stand by me, or will you say, it’s not like yesterday

When the night has passed, from another dream, when the days turn strange, against the seams
Will you still be and will you say, it’s not like yesterday

When it all comes down, an it’s all so clear, when the moon returns, yet it disappears
Will you ever see, or will you always say, it’s not like yesterday

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28 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 077 One after one


One after one, leaves from my tree, love, has it forsaken me

I’ve known the rustling of delight, like the wind, who comes and goes with the night
and I’ve been there, with these arms stretched wide,
watching one, then another, fall by my side

One after one, leaves from my tree, love, has it forsaken me

So many leaves, I lost, I knew, touch of rain, the weight of dew,
but all I lost, that leaves, that dies, now leaves me room, to see, the sky,
and now, for the first time, in love I know, the stars above and the earth below

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07 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 078 I remember the birds outside


I remember the birds outside our window and a tear rolling down your face,
a hug I thought would never let go, I journeyed without a trace
I found you with God’s guidance, then journeyed to the sea,
and made our bed upon the sand, the darkness, you and me

I remember you so beautiful, the lights they shinned for me,
and now when I lay myself down to sleep, it’s you I turn to see
Then we wandered through the mountains, to take another stand,
within the walls of the Alhambra, together hand in hand

The fire raged around us, while our passion grew and grew,
now these times when I’m alone, my dreams they turn to you
I remember you so beautiful, the lights they shinned for me,
and now when I lay myself down to sleep, it’s you I turn to see

I felt the pain, to say good-bye, free but so alone,
and wondered if you felt the same, so far away from home
There were many times upon the road, where I stopped an thought of you,
I really tried to find a way but I couldn’t make it through

I remember you so beautiful, the lights they shinned for me,
and now when I lay myself down to sleep, it’s you I turn to see
You know it’s more than just a memory, within this heart you’ll stay,
and helps me smile, when I’m feeling down in the midst of a lonely day

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11 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 079 Through these olive groves


Through these olive groves and citrus trees,
from the hills of Galilee to the apocalyptic vistas of the Dead Sea,
the wind I’m told whisper prophesies…… But,
the fox comes running to the rabbit’s scream,
take my shadow and see that it does not follow me into my dreams”

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11 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 080 Thou art my Lord


Thou art my Lord ……. save me from those who pursue me
incline these eyes to see … keep me … looking toward … you …  and deliver me

Thou art my Lord ……. in thy righteousness please hear me … incline thy ears to me
keep me … walking toward … you … and deliver me

Thou art my Lord ……. in thy names sake will thou lead me … incline thy ways to me
keep me … searching toward … you …  and deliver me

Thou art my Lord ……. I shall find refuge when I seek thee … incline thy hand to me
keep me … reaching toward … you … and deliver me

Thou art my Lord ….. send me out thy light, and thy truth …  incline my eyes to see
always … keep me … looking toward … you … and deliver me.

Keep me where the light is.

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