With your mercy I want to win in every trial
You have very many with out you I have none
With your help I will just win in every battle
Only you can lift from me just every burden

I am dejected and depressed in existing state
Please be mine to provide me shield from Satan
I am down in the drain you are but just great
In my every darkness please provide beacon

I am at your door to seek all help and refuge
With shower of your kindness I can do miracles
If your help is available then odd may be huge
We do not mind any distress being real angles

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

You sure were in the moment
Monday when that opossum
Was laying on the garbage in
Your trash-day trash can, quite
An inconvenience when you're
Trying not to be late for work.

On Tuesday, you had a lot of
Questions for me when, on
Your commute, you saw that
Fawn lifeless on the side of the road.

Why is it that these moments
Make you present to me?
You come with doubting questions,
Ready to put me on trial
When every day I send you
Gifts of love even more
Real than the sting of death:

Did you notice the squirrel
Rushing back to her tree with
An apple the size of her head?
Could you see her there feeding
Her kits - born blind so they
Might learn to trust their maker?

Which reminds me, did you notice
The geese that flew over your head
While you were riding bicycles
With your wife? Were you listening
Carefully enough to translate their
Honking conversation? I remember
They were considering where they
Might stop to rest for the night.
After all, it is a long journey to their
Snowbird mansion - Hole number
Seven at Pinetree Country Club.

Are you present enough to notice
All the beauty, all the glory I've
Squeezed inside your every day life?
Open your eyes for a moment,
Unlock your ears and listen.
I promise you'll see the
Facets of who I really am.

Hypocrite

The food just tastes just like before
All the stars were shining but not for me anymore
I have stepped through many doors
Seen the worst a mind can ever explore
The devil came for me that night to drag me down to return never to sunshine as I sweat on the floor
The Egyptians knew that time was the eternal soul and to dis-obey meant purpose for what was it for
Memories are kept inside your mind and soon till the end of time so build the highest tombstones and you will know what work the Egyptians sought to see and saw
Small thoughts become big ideas and sometimes to prove it takes a thousand maybe two thousand years and humans can only explain with mathematical facts and an understanding of awe
The madness of a genius mind comes close and sometimes finds secrets to explain even amongst Eden the great distraction then finds the distraction was the biggest secret to explain why and who and the contradictions of it all.

Where dark clouds loom, eerily passing vile
Peek through and see the light
Radiating tenderly, it'll bring you a small smile
Everything will be alright

God has a purpose and plan,
behind every difficulty
and life experience we face;

we’re never blindly promised
a lifetime of ease or pleasure,
but a flow of mercy and grace

to soothe heartaches and pain.
We’ve the strength to overcome
by His Word and we’re blessed

as children… of the Living God!
We’re to go forth believing,
knowing that we’re sustained,

imparted with His divine rest.
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Author notes

Inspired by:
Jer 29:11; Lam 3:22-23; Rom 8:37-39;
2 Cor 6:18; Psa 18:32, 37:7; Eccl 2:24-25

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.

i can still see you, no matter how hard i scrub this eraser
your face won't go away.
it's almost as if your death has been tattooed to the backs of my eyelids and some sick ******* has scribbled your name on every wall of this broken home.

i cut your name into my skin so i wouldn't forget it
but now it's the only thing i can seem to remember.

every day i wake up and i see you die,
i eat my breakfast and i listen to your heartbeat come to a halt.
i go outside and i hear your fading laughter in the warm breeze.
you're in every empty room playing the piano,
touching the keys so gently as if they are made of glass.
when the burning sun sets and dresses the world in shades of oranges and pinks i see your coffin being lowered into the ground and when the beautiful dawn breaks over us i don't see you rise with it.
you die in my dreams, you die when i'm awake, you die in every sapphire in every drop of water you die in the skies and the dirt and the raging fires that burn everything i love to the ground. you die in the dazzling storms, you die in the calm, you die in the night and the day and you die every day, day after day.

everywhere i go, i see you die.
you won't rest, aren't you tired of dying?