Faith pierces the gray morning clouds,

and a new age has dawned.

A Faith that outstretched wings of Peace will soar,

through stormy skies now calmed.

With Faith we’ll wake to see that promised day,

when swords are hammered into plows.

Faith that moves hills and mountains about,

a Faith that believes and will never Doubt.

Hope with hearts bared and prayers extolled,

that only good will come to pass.

When disease, hunger, the orphaned and cold,

are no longer memories of our past.

Hope that shapes a World of dreams,

and one that keeps us safe.

Hope with a soft and warm caress,

a Hope that will fill our Emptiness.

Love, an unbreakable golden thread,

that weaves through Hearts and Souls.

When Love resonates with Truth from above,

the Heavens open, a Universe unfolds.

Love heals those who stand in it’s Light,

and guides those lost in the Dark.

Love without blame and endless in scope,

a Love that Forgives All, through Faith and Hope.

©

2009 (Jim Sularz, All Rights Reserved)

Reprinted with permission from Jim Sularz

 

 A Meadow’s Sanctuary

 

A morning Meadow - tall, red-yellow speckled,

 

now, humbled low by the wind.

 

Conifer Sundials – mirrored shadows,

 

slowly stretching, dancing, and then diminishing -

 

along blurred edges of a lush, flowing Sea.

 

Feathered, high flying Eagles soar, circling small and wide,

 

against a blue, white pillowed sky.

 

… a Crow caws.

 

Nuzzled Prairie Dogs, with tethered tails, scamper for cover,

 

for danger spirals, just above.

 

Harvester Ants marching in tiny zigzagged columns,

 

tunnel an ever deepened Colony -

 

twisting around canvassed rocks and roots.

 

Lightning fast Dragonflies – thin tinsel winged airships,

 

darting, spinning, some kissing.

 

And white petite wild-flowers,

 

bobbing from Honey Bees, stand quivering.

 

Multi-colored Butterflies flutter, undecided,

 

and brown-helmeted Grasshoppers oddly peer -

 

like Praying Mantises, eager to leap.

 

Chirping Sparrows, with cocked tails,

 

sand-bath in a warm, thirsty, summer Sun.

 

And Cat-tails, bursting,

 

pierce through a sparsely wooded Island.

 

A distant thunder-clap,

 

and crawling, flat, anvil-headed Clouds -

 

slide down majestic, snow-capped mountaintops,

 

marking the hour, like clockwork, this time of year.

 

Dusk comes, bathed in a warm, orange-amber hue,

 

waxing and waning with a melting Sun.

 

A Red Fox stirs, finding at twilight’s gate,

 

fresh promising scents, for Her young.

 

And black masked Raccoons steal away,

 

through soft, cool moonlit grasses –

 

in a hushed, clown-like parade . . .

 

As I dwell in this Sanctuary of place and spirit,

 

beneath an infinite, star-painted canopy.

 

I know with certainty - of mind, heart and soul,

 

that when God’s rainbow palette had hardened and dried -

 

All were - Forever One.

© 2010 (Jim Sularz, All Rights Reserved)

 

Jim Sularz is an engineer and the author of the above poems.  He was stranded in Raton during a snowstorm and to the delight of many recited some of his poems.  He has granted permission to use several of his poems on our website.  Following is a reply to my email and brief biography along with a link to copyright information.