Passing through life
by ronnie j miller
As time goes by
Stormy seas separate
And set many adrift.
But hence:
Lifting up
And stirring around
The wind brings
Leaves together
To dance, to spin,
To join in a wonderful
Frolic of color and fall
But hence:
Even though
The breeze of winter
Sets upon
A seasons close,
The seeds of change
Springs the coming of
The Christ of hope
In summers ease
To rejoin those
Who live in truth.
But hence
So is it
For love ones passing through.
A hero’s song:
By Ronnie J. Miller.
In love I give all,
Paying the price,
I take the fall,
Even to my death,
I gift thee liberty in
Freedom’s last breath
RJM
ODE TO HEROES
by Ronnie J. Miller
In liberty we stand
For hope and peace
In all the land.
Our freedom is a gift
From fallen heroes
Who gave us a lift.
And let this be a must
To pass along to all others
What heroes did for us.
May all have a chance
For happy lives
And merriness to dance.
RJM
The writings of Isaiah Cyrus
by Ronnie J. Miller
I praise God with all my heart.
Unto the honor of
Immanuel, I do stand.
When I was in deepest
Despair, hopeless, and naught
I cried to my God.
And he gave me a vision.
Not with my eyes or my reality
But in my mind like a daydream.
Where he cried out, I am with you.
The Vision:
by Ronnie J. Miller
The sky was dark and stormy
And I was staring toward an edge of a cliff,
Where I could see bony rocks protruding,
Like a skeleton in rotting flesh,
Glowing as streaks of lightening flashed the sky.
There in front of me were wolves at the edge of the cliff,
Growling, snarling, drooling with dripping hunger.
The only thing in between them and I
Was a 2 rail fence, old and shaking.
The wolves could go under, or over, or jump in-between.
My mind did dance with images of me being dinner
to empty wolves’ hungry stomachs, this was my dismay,
Unless I could make it to the edge of the cliff
and jump for my doom.
Then I heard a voice say "Poor man turn around"
And I did and beheld a greenfield growing forever long,
The sky shinning bright and beautiful, and the field
Lush and green as sheep were grazing in peace and ease;
Their shepherd stood close by, protecting and sheltering.
Holding a big O' staff, and then I realized the wolves
Were running from him, not waiting for me.
And then the voice said
"Why look at the day that’s done,
When you have all this to wander in."
The writings of Isaiah Cyrus
Copyright: 2003 RJ Miller.
Of http://www.hagem.com/.
