Copyrighted poetry by Bernie Parsons
|Angels Over You
May angels watch over you as you sleep.
From sin and danger may they keep
Your precious soul in heaven's care.
May angels stand beside you there,
To see you safely through the night
And bring you to a new day's light.
May angels guard you through each day,
Walk beside you all along the way,
To direct each footstep that you take,
Protect from harm, for heaven's sake.
May angels walk you through the light
And bring sweet rest at dark of night.
09/14/98 Copyright ©1998 Bernie Parsons Back to the Top
The road before seems all uphill,
There is no end in sight.
Just catch your breath, and push ahead,
Its going to be alright!
Why do you think there is this road
That reaches such great heights?
Others forged along this way,
Eyes set on distant sights.
So catch your breath, and push along,
With gladness in your soul:
The journey soon will reach its end,
And youll have reached your goal! ©07/22/98 by Bernie Parsons Back to the Top
Black & White Black clouds of thunder gathered overhead,
Within, my heart was cloaked in heavy dread.
The stormy night was raging on the wind;
A tempest surged, destructive waves within.
Driving rain, like the devils herd on the hoof
Rampaged across the burdened, creaking roof.
Violently, the tree limbs thrashed the air,
Relenting to hysterical despair.
A flash of lightning caught me by surprise,
Revealed in window pane dark, woeful eyes.
Outlines electrified, brilliant and stark,
Outside the world was all alight, then dark.
In that moment of the raging rain
My soul let go the devastating pain,
And in that sudden, brilliant flash of light
My soul regained its long-elusive sight.
Cathartic rain brought cleansing to the earth,
While in my heart new insight came to birth:
The teachings of my Lord were always right!
The choices in ones life are black or white!
With newfound knowledge racing through my head,
I dragged my weary body to the bed.
Rolling thunder followed blinding light
That etched the world in clearcut black and white!
At last I lost myself in depths of slumber,
While overhead rolled wave on wave of thunder.
In forgiving love, God wrapped His hand around me
And hid me from the storm where He had found me! 07/12/98 Copyright © 1998 by Bernie Parsons
The sky is dark, it looks like rain today-
Who is that woman wailing at his feet?
The stormclouds are turning black as night,
To fight the pain no more, he makes the
Who is this, thorn-crowned, and side
©08/11/98 by Bernie Parsons
My Lord and My God!
I see a man being led to his crucifixion. The Roman soldiers laugh and mock him, thrusting at him with their spears. He stumbles under the heavy load of his cross. I see pain in his eyes, the glazed look of a man who has been whipped, and deprived of sleep. Yet there is a softness, a tenderness that touches my heart as his eyes light upon me. He grimaces as he tries to smile at me through the pain.
Curious, I follow on. A crowd is running alongside, and behind us, and in front. There are angry shouts, accusations and curses hurled at the man. Some laugh, and taunt, while others shake their heads in disgust.
Eventually we come to the place of the execution, a high spot so that all passing by the city can see. I draw close to the man, who finally required assistance in bearing his heavy load. He looks at me with interest, the pain still clouding his eyes. The soldiers stand around him, afraid that some zealot might break through the ranks to deliver the prisoner.
Nail my hands to the cross, he says in a low and kind voice. It is not a plea, but a command.
Startled, I step back, repulsed by the thought. I will not pierce your tender flesh with these ragged nails! I protest.
You must, he replies tenderly. Pick up the nail, position it, then strike with the hammer!
I will not! again I declare.
You will, he says sadly. You will.
Quite distraught, I cry the third time, No, I will not, I say!
You already have, the man says softly. When you lie, you put the nail to my flesh. When you envy your neighbor, you pick up the hammer. When you speak Gods name in vain, you strike a solid blow. When you lust in your heart, you drive the nail deep. When money becomes your God, you pin me to the crossbeam. Blow after blow, you secure me. You can not control your tongue, you have malice in your heart, you hold grudges, refusing to forgive. You see people starving, and sick and weak, lost souls, and you do nothing to help. With each sin, the hammer rises and falls, the nails piercing skin and muscle and veins. My back is bloodied with the whip cuts intended for you, and because of you, I die upon this cross.
I look down and see the bloody nails and the hammer in my hands. Horrified, I fall to my knees in shock and dismay. My Lord, and my God!
02 April 1999 Copyright © Bernie Parsons
Altar Of Abortion
Copyright © Bernie Parsons 15 Nov 2000
Angel With A Broken Wing
Angel with a broken wing,
Broken-hearted yet I pine
Lord, lift me up on wings of love
09 April 1999 Copyright ©1999 Bernie Parsons Back To Top