POETRY IS LOVE IN MOTION II

POETRY IS LOVE IN MOTION. I chose this topic because I receive inspiration. I don’t write the poems to impress or to post them for any commercial purpose. I post because I feel love when I write poems. Are they grammatically correct? I think not but I write from the heart as they come and I feel I would be losing the inspiration if I lose the focus of the message. Judge my poems not; as they are meant to be my thoughts sent with love.

I thought I would post a few of them. Some of the readers may not celebrate Christmas in recognition of Christ’s birth but I do. I hope you enjoy them if you celebrate the Savior’s birth.

As we begin the Christmas Season and knowing the reason for the season, I think of the poem I wrote in 2014 and thought I would post if for everyone to read. Include our Lord’s great love for all of us in our homes, work, neighborhood, and communities. Have a wonderful, blessed holiday season and Merry Christmas to all!

DO YOU HEAR THE CHRIST CHILD CRYING?

Do you hear the Christ child crying, do you hear Him cry?
From the manger to the cross, the people let him die.
He made the blind see, and even raised the dead.                                                               But He died so we could live; so why oh why does He Cry?

Do you hear the Christ child crying, do you hear Him cry?
He loved the children and said Little Ones, Come unto Me.
He offered us eternal salvation only through His name.
He held all sinners in His Heart without any blame
But He died so we could live, Why oh why does He Cry?

Do you hear the Christ child crying, do you hear him cry?
Why oh why, did I have to die; why do I have to cry?
He looks down from the celestial glory of Heaven’s sky
And has to see so many of His children needlessly die,
Evil is to blame and a tear drops from His loving eye.

I bled for all of you, children are loved by Me most high.
But I died so you could live, so why oh why must I cry?
People, please listen as I am the Only One to set you free.
Stop your evil hate and let the little children safely be.

I died for you to be heavenly. My tears are for thee.
Live for me; I will not cry if you will faithfully worship Me.
Do you hear the Christ child crying, do you hear Him cry?
Why oh why, did He have to die; why does He still cry?

Note from Arline Miller, blog author and writer of this poem. 12/15/2014

The following is one I wrote yesterday:

Here is another poem I happened to write around Christmas time but it is not specifically written about Christmas:

Wouldn’t It Be Nice?

My mind was wondering in another space.

It came to me in a strange, mysterious trace.

Maybe I was wishing for wonders and grace.

What I should wish for was in another place.

What if, and I was left to only suppose.

Instead of many stores on earth who close

We could choose for Hell to be one of those.

No more souls lost and to Heaven they rose.

My mind went further as to how this can be.

Thoughts that repeatedly paced before I could see.

What made those stores close was obviously?

A lack of business, it was from lack of activity.

Well, my friends with Our God’s Heaven’s place,

The bargain sale should be a fast and furious race.

There is nothing for us to pay but a need to pace.

Jesus has taken care of our soul’s redemption face.

If all chose not to frequent Satan’s evil stores.

Why, Hell would have to shut its fiery doors.

And clear all its eternal tormenting floors.

Redeemed souls would be free of Satan’s roars.

As they could fly to Heaven with winged soars.

Written by Arline Miller on 12/18/2016

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