Poems Of The Heart

Shallow Depths

What created it and the need of which it was born?

A moment of despair, enlightenment, fear, joy, or scorn?

Was it something pondered or from something said?

Was it a memory of regret or one of dread?

Does it carry wisdom or wash away pride?

Does it carry pain over love denied?

Was it from anger at a truth that was blighted?

Was it from love given, in which the heart delighted?

Does it carry the strength of a soul weary for rest?

Does it carry consolation and peace earned after a quest?

Though tiny and glistening, a shallow drop from the corner of the eye,

it is deeper than an ocean from which the soul replies.

And if all mankind's were collected in one trickle of time,

what wisdom would be gathered, what would one find?

That every human heart breaks and love is needed to nurture each and every soul.

In His mercy, God, has felt every tear ever shed and longs to make us whole.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech 11/12/05

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ASHES AND MERCY

By Jacqueline Ann Piech April 26,2006

I cry out to You, my God, and plead to have this pain removed from my life!

I am another year older and still daily have emptiness and strife.

I remember standing and holding a dying man's hand,

and prayed for Your mercy in hoping You above all would understand.

I watched my father's ashes placed, forever sealed behind a wall.

I have begged for Your mercy and prayed, alone, I would never have to go through it all.

Yet again, I am by myself, though a few flowers, friends and family came to call.

The days and weeks after, echo the parched being of my life through desolate halls.

Where have I offended You so deeply that You will never bless me with daily human love?

Please tell me how to make amends and live Your will as those in heaven above?

Make me not linger in this lonely abyss no longer in my years left on earth.

Tell me how to live a life of love, goodness and real worth.

When I pray, You torment me and tell me it is not Your will for me to be alone.

But in the years I have offered and given love, I feel perhaps I am being honed,

for a life of suffering with very little human love and it chills me to the bone.

I desire deeply to live my life in Joy and Hope, not coldness and in stone.

I know You hear my plea and poetry and prayers are part of what I am to be.

But my soul is drowning in an endless, overwhelming and confusing sea.

Where God is there the hope of love and some one strong enough to stand by me?

Or are You to use my sufferings for other souls, to answer their prayers to Thee?

God give me Your truth and strength to continue to cope.

I have such darkness upon me I am afraid of losing all hope.

For at times like these I feel my life hanging by a thread.

And I am watching it unravel with heartache and dread.

When will my life become better and hold love and joy that is real?

I know You alone love me and I am offering You this appeal.

Jesus, You suffered and died upon a cross for all Sin.

Please help me, I am a mere human and don't understand what all my suffering will for You win?

God please tell me where I have gone wrong?

Is my life to be a sorrow filled one and have no lover's song?

Or am I becoming impatient and trying to urge things too soon along?

To whom do I go to be held and comforted as I shed so many tears?

I am growing weary from the pain of so many lonely years.

Please Lord, upon my soul shed some eternal light.

Guide me to when the darkness will end and I will be given holy sight.

Grant me Your mercy and healing so I may continue the fight.

Do not let bitterness and apathy consume love and kindness which is right.

Help me to know and do Your will and lay Your truth bare.

Teach me to go on and not give up or no longer care.

If You deem my heart and soul truly worthy of a holy and healthy human love.

Then I place my life in Your hands and trust You will bless me from above.

WEB

I watch you as you whirl and toil to build your home.

Waiting in the morning mist, hiding among the silver threads.

A prize soon alights but you must be quick and careful.

Binding then spinning a shroud for the wasp before it can sting.

I hear the sirens bellow their warning and I arise to head for shelter.

A shrill whistle pierces my ears and the groundswell pitches me backwards.

The air is thick with smoke and screams and the stench of burning oil and flesh.

How long have I been here? I try to focus my eyes and turn and retch.

The cloud of terror and pain has silenced the cries around me.

I reach with both my hands to grasp for anything to make it all real.

My left fills with earth and my right clutches a shard of glass.

I lift it to see you there, fossilized forever, in your crystal coffin.

An ocean of bricks, metal and glass surround me as I try to cling to reality.

I realize I am still alive and I wish to kneel and pray in thanks.

Walking, dancing or entwining around my soul mate,

in that most sacred of embraces, will never be possible again.

My tears cannot match the pace at which the blood flows from my body.

Where is kindness? Where is hope? Where is love? Where is sanity?

My questions cannot match the pace at which the agony of war insults God's soul.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech

08/18/06

Angel's Agony

Kissing gently the child,

a finger touches tears.

With Divine power, water

transforms into a sphere.

Balanced on angelic hand,

the globe turns in holy light.

All is revealed and causes

trembling, so cruel a sight.

Shedding of so much blood

the child's soul deeply cries.

Rwanda, Iraq, places of war,

life is taken and hope dies.

Children lost in hunger,

storms of abuse rain down.

Innocent hearts are shattered,

death in school is even found.

In an eternal garden of beauty,

a perfect love was only known.

The orb of sorrowful truth giving

Divine grief from what was shown.

The angel collapses to the ground,

deep pain pierces the holy soul.

Anguished sobs for God's creation,

from such hell purity pays a toll.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech

10/12/2007

Currents

At the beach I watch the waves lap the shore.

Knowing underneath the currents do explore.

The vast expanse where resurgence abounds.

Changing, shifting and entwining life around.

Wisdom the Creator has granted me.

Humbled by the quiet might of the sea.

Like ocean currents I have been touched.

By human encounters meaning so very much.

Never knowing how one's existence spills into my own.

Changing or moving directions as waves do roam.

A simple passing of souls never again to be a season.

Words or actions affecting my life for God's own reason.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech

10/06/2006

Shadows Of Could Have Been

The scent of red roses undelivered.

A poem quietly idle inside a pen.

Words of love that went unspoken.

Dwell in the shadows of could have been.

A lonely family member never called.

The pet longing for a walk in the glen.

Nature photos still waiting to be taken.

Linger in the shadows of could have been.

A child seeking some truth and hope.

Words of comfort every now and then.

Dreams needing direction to nurture.

Neglected in the shadows of could have been.

As minutes, hours, days spill into years.

The effort to balance time made when?

Life's joys lost in seconds forever more.

Forfeited in the shadows of could have been.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech

01/12/2008

Truest Friend

A life to share through the years.

Some one's smile to erase tears.

Joys and dreams to help grow.

Secrets only the closest know.

Lean on blue days or when mad.

Emotional bonds two hearts add.

Friends come and go as life moves.

A strength not weakness to improve.

Human hearts hope but can fail.

The soul alone may seem so frail.

A certain truth dwells deep inside.

In yourself the truest friend abides.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech

04/05/2008

Curse Of A Poet

Ideas cluster in my mind stirred from my heart.

Not sure what to write but desire has a start.

Do I compose a poem or just let the feeling die?

Inspiration may come or stifle even when I try.

Creation surges wanting the reader to be pleased.

Fingers do not type swiftly over the waiting keys.

In translation my thoughts do not blend as deep.

Curse of a poet is muse gone completely asleep.

By Jacqueline Ann Piech

04/23/2008

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