The Unruly Member Unbridled tongues of men and wild horses feed on new growth: either gossip or young plants. They tear at the roots that nourish the hearts of succulent green stalks, or innocent poor souls. Man tames wild horses and bridles their mouth, restricting their feeding to only his choices; Yet, his tongue uncontrolling, ravages the regions where souls seek to grow - leaving only dead gossip. Voyage The fires of Hell with good intentions burn those noble deeds I planned - but not fulfilled exhausted changeless patterns I once lived their final fate - extinctions worm filled grave My soul engulfed by life's desires was drowned no earthly pleasure seemed beyond my reach the depths of human vanity I sought and all restraint from sin was cast aside I drifted on through timeless stormy seas each ship I sailed was sunk by rocky reefs the charted way I chose no others took decisions finally known to my regret By fate the wheel was taken from my grasp control was thrust beyond all possible reach A captain I'd not known took full command And now He sails my ship toward peaceful shores Whispers Almighty God, I bow my soul to You; Your great omnipotence my spirit awes. I marvel at the mighty works You do, in wonderment of ways in me You cause. I cannot know the full extent You plan, Yet down upon my knees I often feel: I somehow sense Your will and understand; My soul responds to thoughts that You reveal. At times like this my core of life sings out, and raptures forth at knowing You are there. I feel the wisps of angels' wings about - This strange phenomena . . . known to me as prayer. SEARCH Hold back the hands, let not the chimes ring out: That sound the final hour now drawing near. I've yet not found what life is all about; My search would end if death should interfere. I've traveled life's long road to get this far, Yet answered questions still remain so few. If I could find the key to where they are I'd open wide the door for all to view. I have a book that some say will reveal The sum of all the knowledge that I've sought, And every time a look or two I steal, Amazing answers from each page are wrought. You'd think I'd read with zeal from front to back Absorbing every verse and chapter penned, But maybe there's a reason for my slack: Because like death when found my search would end. Poems by Ron BaronPLEASE DON'T FORGET TO SIGN THE GUESTBOOK!
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