A Lingering Smile

Trepidations now begin to pass,
a smile has learned to linger on your face,
and footprints left behind in withered grass,
the settling dusts of time will soon erase.

Leave broken-hearted feelings far behind,
and look toward yon horizons gleaming bright-
View ecstasies and pleasures you will find
if smiles become your only guiding light.

Let the compass of your heart now show:
the paths to joys of life you can embrace,
and hold your head up high so all may know-
a smile has learned to linger on your face.






Don't Look Back

It's been a while since things were going right -
‘bout forty years ago when I was young.
I've nearly run the race of life since then,
but now as things grow smooth I feel so lost.

Can't find a hill I'd like to climb next week.
They're not as big as mountains in my past.
The valleys now don't seem so dark and deep,
as I remember heartaches' gorge traversed.

My future seems so far away and yet,
the comfort zone of last year's pain is near.
Tomorrow seems so far beyond my reach;
I feel no strength to grasp a shooting star.

Oh God, please let me hold Your apron strings,
and with Your mighty hand now grip my soul,
as I attempt to flee death's lingering past,
and climb the silver steps of future's goal..







 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.

Poems by Ron Baron







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THE RACE


It matters not when I started,
nor the rank I finish within.
It's only important I started before-
it became too late to begin.

When the final trumpet's sounded,
announcing the final ‘Roll Call',
I can say, by God's grace,
I ran in the race,
I'm so thankful
I finished
at all!

 

 
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