The Dilemma Remains

The Dreadful Dilemma Remains.
This problem has plagued the mind of man
Since primitive feet first trod
The soil of Earth, and primitive heart
First sought for its soul in God.
As eons have passed we’ve come to accept
That life brings its joys and its pains,
Its birth and its death, but in spite of this
The dreadful dilemma remains..
Why do the innocent languish in pain?
Why do the good die young?
How do you reconcile darkness with light?
Why are most heroes unsung?
Some seek the answers in planets and stars
Some study the sacrosanct page.
Whilst others declare revelation
Through messiah or prophet or sage.
But answers bring questions which tangle and lead
To circles without any end.
The problem persists, and surely it will
Though choirs of angels descend.
Perhaps every thought, every word, every deed
Seen here as pitch black or pure white,
Vibrates into a parallel realm
Beyond mortal hearing or sight.
And maybe it’s not till we’ve played out our part
With contract delivered and sealed,
We’ll see in what was and what still has to be
Perfection, complete and revealed.

How Grateful I would Be To Have Just One More Day.
If I could have just one more day and wishes did come true,
I’d spend every glorious moment side by side with you.
Recalling all the years we shared and memories we made,
How grateful I would be to have just one more day.
Where the tears I’ve shed are not in vain and only fall in bliss,
So many things I’d let you know about the days you’ve missed.
I wouldn’t have to make pretend you never went away,
How grateful I would be to have just one more day.
When that day came to a close and the sun began to set,
A million times I’d let you know I never will forget.
The heart of gold you left behind when you entered Heaven’s gate,
How grateful I would be to have just one more day.
( Kathy J Parenteau )

My Angel.
I wake up in the morning and I look up to the sky,
I wonder why He took you before I said good-bye.
I look up to the stars at night and know you’re looking down,
I’d like to think you’re proud of me but I’m just stumbling around.
I crawl in bed and close my eyes and realise that you’re gone,
Then comes the fears and then the tears and life just seems so wrong.
I glance up at the heavens and I know you’re flying by,
My Angel is watching over me, I’m happy as I cry.

I’ve Never Lacked Love.
Now life’s pathway is ending, I find that I long
For its happier moments and for those who have gone.
I forget all the bad times and relive the good
Recalling life’s lessons some not understood.
I’ve never been rich and often been poor
But haven’t gone short and nor hankered for more.
But for one thing I’m grateful and thank him above
That throughout life’s highway, I’ve never lacked love.
( Dory Fisher died at the age of 92.
 She wrote this poem just before her fatal stroke )

Certain Kinds Of People.
Certain kinds of people are a perfect joy to know
The kind who always seem to let their warmest feelings show.
People who are there for you to brighten up your day
Making you feel happy with the thoughtful things they say.

Christmas Without You.
Although it’s sad to reminisce
On Christmases we knew,
This year I shall celebrate
In memory of you.
I will put aside my sorrow
With every unshed tear,
And concentrate on all the joy
We shared when you were here.
Our time together taught me
What Christmas time is for,
And that is what I will remember
Until we meet once more.