Honor, Freed

Honor, Freed

By J. Lynne Moore

Heart of love blossoms new,
Meek, to mild, to explosion, grew.

Give me away, you win indeed;
Hold me to close, you slowly bleed.

Watered with tears of joy’s marrow,
Drown with the tears of wholesome sorrow.

An elegant dress of a rainbow hew,
Tights of emerald green too.

A life lived in honor, freed;
In death I leave a lovely seed.

By any other name you may call me,
But beauty is all you will see.

A/N – My son challenged me to write a poem describing a rose without using the words, rose, thorn, flower, petal, red or bouquet.

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Winter Lace

Winter Lace

By J. Lynne Moore

Flutter down ever softly,
Oh dainty winter’s lace.
Blanket all in chilly view,
Rest gently on my face.

A jubilant “Welcome”, rejoice!
As the feathered crystals float,
Down from Heaven’s storehouse;
Wrapping all in its frosty coat.

Child and elder huddle close,
While taking in the tranquil sight.
Grateful for the frozen gift,
This gelid fleece, luminous…white.

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Moon

Moon

By J. Lynne Moore

Hello, crescent moon,
Winking in the night.
Shall we share this moment?
A heavenly delight.

Will you listen to my heart;
And give me good advice?
Is love worth a chance,
Shall I pay the price?

Oh dearest silver moon,
Dancing in the sky.
Do you hear my pleadings?
Do you hear me asking why?

Show me the right path.
Can you light my way?
For love is a fickle creature;
I know you must have some sway.

Goodnight crescent moon,
I must bid you adieu.
May we meet tomorrow?
For I’m in love with you…

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Healing Touch

Healing Touch

By J. Lynne Moore

A simple prayer,
for a healing touch.
A heartfelt cry,
for one loved so much.

Do not deny…
the reality, present;
but wrap it in hope,
don’t fret or lament.

Faith brings rest,
for those who believe.
Just hold out your hand,
and in gratitude receive.

No matter the burden,
no matter the plight,
there is healing to be had,
in Heaven’s Holy light!

A prayer is lifted,
for the one I love so.
Into His hands
I must let you go.

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