A poem-song for the altruistic! LAST CALL!

LAST CALL!

(Written on September 27, 2017)

                             ¨They see in him (Pope Francis) compassion they have not

                               Seen, an understanding of the very difficult reality of living

                                In this very complicated World¨.   (Elise Harris)

It breaks our hearts in two;

You say that youse about to leave.

The drums roll on.

The dawn turns to dusk; much to grieve.

Matters of life and death!

Crucial decisions made!

Flights are cancelled!

Roads go unpaved!

The whole World is suff´ring.

The pains are so acute.

So many needs not met.

Angels continue to sing and play the lute.

There are two sacred hearts.

Unexpected solutions rise.

You have waited, now look up!

The Universe is full of surprise!

Short or long, more good than bad,

When two hearts beat as one,

You live your life ¨like a son of a gun¨!

                  By: Karla

A poem for my Granddaughter´s Birthday!

HERITAGE  (A song written on November 14, 2016, dedicated to Zoe for her birthday, 2017!)

When it surfaces; when we break through,

Gonna be dancing,

Grace, Mercy for more than a few…

Everything made anew!

Gonna be singing,

Gonna have joy,

Much rejoicing,

Good feelings, reemploy.

When things changes.

When hope turns to truth,

We´ll be one big gathering,

Mysteries of growth from youth.

When what´s held deep within,

Makes its way

When you declare, live a great love,

Creations form from time at play.

A deep profound feeling

Overwhelms our souls,

What once was…All things in the making!

Replenishing, renewing, replacing …overtaking,

                       By: Karla

A poem for stormy weather!

HOLDING BACK HURRICANES

(Written on May 9, 2017, and finished on September 2, 2017 –  When my son, Angelo, met with my son, John, last December, 2016, the guard at the entrance noticed immediately that they were brothers, and she kept saying, ¨You are a very powerful woman¨!  I think she noticed something special about my sons!)

The time has come.

We can no longer waver in the darkness.

Bring on my sons;

Take this shimmering ray of hope´s light to heart!

Waking from prophetic dreams;

Storms of thoughts forming as these times remain.

What message can be brought to those who do not listen?

What consolation for so much pain?

Feelings of a love much stronger than any hurricane;

A connection with Spirit that flitters like raindrops bordering on the insane.

What duty or guilt lies in history´s disasters?

What key or action can turn our fate or future?

The lands are wet; no crops can grow.

The homeless, displaced, walk in concern.

Mudslides, like rivers flow;

The South wind rules and begins to blow.

The time has come; who will be prepared and waiting?

The time is here; it is not the end, yet moreover the means.

Within our souls shines fast and steady,

An almost unperceivable faithfully, calm, promising, gleam.

                   By: Karla