Poems for The Lord -- Set Ten

Poems for The Lord -- Set Ten

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Integrity (I Love You)
I can handle it -- I'm ok
9/11/2001 (Reaction of the targeted)
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Integrity (I Love You)

December 27, 2001 (early am)

This poem was written for one of my supervisors at work. She had been working extra hours to cover the head supervisor who was on vacation. But, the extra hours were taking their toll on her relationship with her husband, and beginning to wear her to a frazzle because she hated not being able to spend more time with him than the few minutes in the morning before he went to work. She explained this to me after snapping at me for something trivial. After hearing it, I couldn't get it out of my head. So, when I got home, I sat down and wrote the following poem. The "Praise" part of this event is even better than the poem. First, God got me to listen when she decided to speak to someone about it. He got her to talk to me during one of my "inspired" writing times. He had me write the poem on the 27th, early in the a.m. before I had to go to work that afternoon. He also got me to bring it in, rewritten for neatness, and He had her busy in the office so I had to slip it under the door before heading off to do my job. He also got her husband to come in with her lunch, which he had in his hand as he sat outside of her office waiting for her to get done as I slipped the poem under the door with a note telling her to give it to her husband. AND, it turns out that that day, the 27th of December, was also her birthday! Praise God who works many wonders!

Sometimes, the duties of a wife
become temporarily overshadowed
by the obligations of a job.

The husband who gets upset
that his wife is not home more often
shortchanges his wife
and his relationship with her.

The wife, who deeply loves
the man to whom
she fully and freely gave her heart,
strengthens and magnifies her love
by the integrity it takes
to fulfill obligations
that take her away from him.

For if she is untrue to her job,
and therefore her integrity,
she diminishes herself
and decreases the value
of the person she offers him.

Though difficult to hear,
the wife who is true to her integrity
says, all the louder,
"I love you"
to the man who is the light in her smile.


Andrew D. Festa
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I can handle it -- I'm ok

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While not "recent", it's still a nice poem and it predates my salvation by 3 years.
Silent thundertears
invade the shadow-shelter world
I've built on stilts
melting into the high tide.

The soft remembrance
of feelings felt between us
body-tremors me to a smile.

You're on the wind of leaving...
We will never meet again...
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...
...
Above the rough roar
of silent thundertears,

bathing on the beach
of yesterday...
I still nestle with you in that:
the most favored corner
of my memories.

Andrew D. Festa
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9/11/2001 (Reaction of the targeted)

Sept. 15, 2001


Stunned... Stunned for days...
Dazed, lost... somewhere in thought...
Caught by raw... thoughts of war.

Comes the morning...
nothing now is distant,
nothing now is beyond now,
nothing ever-more will be the same.

The moment-lost Tuesday (September 11, 2001)
was as a stumble
that twisted us to a new road
and we walk it now
as we've never taken a step before...
and when comes the morning,
we stand unified; a nation, a people mourning...
a way of living attacked and forever gone.

Though stunned, we still stand in defiance.
We WILL snap back, standing on
the unity of the people of America,
as AMERICANS UNITED...
and a world united against terrorists.

Stunned, as anyone cheap-shotted would be,
we, UNITED, will stand against
all terrorism,
all aggression,
all cowards.
God Bless America...
and Heaven help the world!

Andrew D. Festa
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Time is short (no time left to wait)

February 2002


What can we hope to gain
     by the measure of a moment lost...
We either stand on rock
   or we slip into the sinking sand.

Comes the morning,
   we can try again;
Comes the morning,
   "Time is short, my friend."
Comes the evening,
   we can fly again;
Comes the seeing that
   "time is short my friend."

Don't wait til morning;
don't wait til tonight;
You only have The Now...
come and breathe in the light...
Time is short...my friend.

What can we hope to touch,
   in the pleasure of this moment, lost?
We either stand on rock
or we trip into the blinding cost.
What can we hope to gain
   if we don't hold The Savior's Hand?
We either stand on rock...
or we slip into the sinking sand.

                        Andrew D. Festa
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