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To Whom Much is Given…

To whom much is given, much is required.

God supplies all of our needs, our deepest desires.

Through the roughest terrain,

the hottest of fires,

God always brings us through,

revealing the devil as a liar.

Every time we praise and give thanks to our Lord,

we rebuke the devil, the power of one accord.

So instead of wondering, why me?

Maybe the question should be why not?

Especially, when so much is required,

and we’ve indeed been given a lot!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

When Broken Chips are Down…

Why do people crush to the ground,

the broken chips already down?

Sharp heels that grind with commanding force,

pressing into the earth without remorse.

They ignore and pretend not to hear the plead,

of those in trouble and in great need.

Not a word of kindness just to say,

I know you’re struggling, are you okay?

Those you thought would have your back,

when you find yourself under attack.

But when you look, hardly no one is there,

Does death have to loom for them to care?

What once moved people, no longer does,

a new mindset, now trumps what was.

I wish that people could really see,

how very different things could be.

The lonely silence and absence of sound,

a stark reality, no one is around.

Would they recall those crushed to the ground?

when the broken chips were already down.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

A Dream for Real….

This dream I had, was so incredibly real.

Just like hours before, your embrace I did feel.

You wondered why you feel,

the way that you do about me.

As usual, the answer,

was plain to see.

You told me you had,

such a strong urge to kiss.

We can no longer wait,

to unleash the passion we miss.

I awoke to realize,

it was all in my mind.

Your familiar expression,

was not here for me to find.

A dream or not,

this happened for real.

I guess it’s a reminder,

of all the things for you I feel.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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Second Chances…

The first time around, a rocky road,

the chance was blown, a debt now owed.

How does one ever make amends,

for the mistakes a guilty conscience defends?

But God is one of second chances,

lifes ups and downs ~ the failed romances.

He gives us the means to try once more,

to go another round and settle the score.

For His mercy is endless and all forgiving,

so blessed are we for the lives we’re living.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

My Black Prince Indeed

My black prince standing brave and proud,

noticeable to all, in even the largest crowd.

Definitely a beautiful sight to see,

and the best part of all ~ this prince belongs to me.

Many a man observes your grace,

but few can seem to match your pace.

You walk with a confidence that is unmistakably yours,

that make other men envious, right down to their cores.

You stand steadfast in your opinions and feelings,

carefully choosing those for your few select dealings.

Your presence is like the wind, strong and unseen,

body perfectly maintained, muscles cut and lean.

Ah, yes. My black prince indeed!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall