Songs and poems aplenty, good and bad, have been written around these, so why would I be different?
Peace is another focus, but always short-lived.
I guess that Humanity will always battle within Love as well as without, and that the ultimate peace is only afforded us at life's end.
We will all, nevertheless, strive for the whole of our lives to attain peace within our own time on this mortal coil.
This is, after all, what makes our condition so Human!
Below are a few of my poems on both subjects.
On Love
Love. An over-used and almost worn-out word
But one that's said and oh-so-often heard
Throughout our daily lives as we do toil.
Has this poor word still meaning from our tongues,
Or used so much, it's value's quite undone?
Love. A tired word? Yet it still means so much.
A soft caress, a long and lingering light touch.
A warm and tender body near to mine,
Whose fragrance stirs the harp-strings of my soul,
And mending lesions, makes me once more whole.
Love. Sole reason for me to exist, and give
To others so that they also may live
In that embracing warmth that I share now.
God's grace that always there shall be enough
Of old but tireless wonder that is Love.
© Kim Randell
Unconditional Love
The many cosmic levels of our world
Reflect the truth of unconditional love.
The petals of a shining Springtime flower,
A feather swimming airstreams far above.
Rough lichen patterns etched across hard rock,
The irridescent colours on a dove.
There's far more order in our universe
Than random acts of chaos can destroy.
Bright logic really has the upper hand,
There is no senseless beauty in the void.
Disorder counts as evil in this world,
Creation's state of structure trumpets joy.
It's only Man who qualifies his love,
And so puts limits on his very life.
At times he sees no further than his nose,
Thus wounding those nearby with spear and knife.
A massive task it is to shed constraint
And grow his soul past all Man's selfish strife.
Our Maker gives His unconditional love
To every part of this vast universe.
His thoughts are spirals of galactic arms,
His songs, the scales upon a tropic fish.
Mankind is a reflection of His soul,
And so should write His poetry verse by verse.
Now to the heavens we all must turn and take
Good notice of God's unconditional love.
Go cast off petty thoughts of narrow self,
And see the whole wide world as He above.
There is no place for hatred, pain or fear,
Whilst beauty's found in feathers on a dove.
© Kim Randell
Her Love
Why does she bother? I don't know,
Sunshine in my clouded life.
How have I earned so much love
And acts of grace from my dear wife?
Male indifference costs us much,
Heads so full of other things,
She just wants to feel my touch,
Which means far more than golden rings.
A warm embrace and words of care
Would mend so much in this hard world,
To answer thus to partner's call
Will treat her love as precious pearl.
© Kim Randell
And Hearts Will Weep
The wars that Humankind has fought
Are seldom for a noble cause.
Some start upon a leader's lie,
Yet others through some legal clause.
There is no actual victory,
The end is just a hollowness,
And hearts will weep their tears of blood
While soldiers take their final rest.
We need the truth, not twisted tales,
To keep us firm on Life's tight track.
No guns nor knives nor bombs and mines
Can ever bring a true peace back.
Our posturing politicos
Have many sins they should confess,
And hearts will weep their tears of blood
While soldiers take their final rest.
To fight one's brother for some cause
Trumped up by those that we let lead,
Has never saved one mortal soul
From horrid anguish, solved one need.
Pure Truth's the beacon, guiding light,
The only more that stands the test,
So hearts won't weep their tears of blood
When soldiers take their final rest.
© Kim Randell
Time Wars
Months are missiles flying,
Swiftly streaking through the air.
Years are sleek destroyers,
So much for Time's tides to bear.
Decades are the battleships
Whose armament shout fear.
Centuries, those citadels, those crumbling rocky citadels,
those lichen crusted citadels
Pound Time in it's dark lair.
Days and weeks are flashes
From the muzzles of the guns,
War on Time is endless,
No man knows when it began.
The chimes of clocks are drumbeats
Marshalling troops upon the run.
Those sparkling flashing warriors, those lean and hungry warriors,
those tired haggard warriors
Who wish home was in the sun.
There is no end to battle
On this twisting mortal coil.
The Ravages of Time scream
Like an iron wheel without oil.
Ruthless and relentlessly
Gaining more new soil.
Then dawns a new Millenium, a shining bright Millenium,
a fighting fit Millenium,
Time's battle plans to foil.
Oh wake up, crass Humanity
No wars are ever won.
A generation's damage
Passes on to all your sons.
Please realize Time is precious
And can never be undone.
Go search for blessed harmony, a human caring harmony,
God's loving gift of harmony
To live life in His sun.
© Kim Randell
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