Poetry Lovers by B.Demaere

  My Pilgrim’s Progress By Bernard Demaere   Walking down “World Way” Which joins the “Deception Street” I kept going onto “Lustful Park” Where everything is lighted in the dark.   Going up a road overgrown with trees, Without leaves nor flowers, The walk was cold, And I looked up, And there was the name, “Conviction”   I finally arrived at “Confession Point” And unloaded my pack too heavy for me, But didn’t find anyone to carry it, But out there, was a rugged tree.   But only there as I bowed, I could see the present in His-story, Then I took the “Forgiveness Alley” And at my Savior’s feet my burden I laid.   Now, I am on “Heaven’s Way” It rains at times, but the Son will stay, Jesus is Lord, God is God and leads me Home, As in my life He came, I put Him on the Throne!      

Power of Jesus’s blood By Bernard Demaere My head was spinning, My heart was pounding, With amazement, As I saw His hands dripping, With blood, His wounds against mine, For my healing, His body swollen, By the beating My mind free’ Of abuse And renewed, By his words Of promises, So secure.   The blood Of Jesus, With a presence Of its own Has power, To heal me Unto eternity. No sadness Can resist him, For he owns, The victory. Note: This was a poem I just wrote on February 4, 2021  

  I am dreaming of a castle, It is somewhere in a city, And the size of it would make you marvel, There are so many mansions lit up by glory.   There is a castle without any door, For the one who is the King is the door, You are free to come in… But first, taste of His pastures green.   There is a castle without a ceiling, For the one who made it is the Most High, And, its walls cover eternity, The windows are huge and open to victory.   There is a castle without light For the One who abide in the Light. And everything that is unseen, will be seen And in passing world, His glory will make it dim.   There is a castle without food, But, I know Him, and He will be your bread. That castle is not even made of wood, But it can hold the world for whom Jesus died.   I am dreaming of a castle, But this castle is not so unreal. There are no doors.   But He is the Door, There is no ceiling.   He is too ...

  Allegory By Bernard Demaere   As the sun sets in the corner of the sky, He is surrounded by a host of clouds, A ray of sunshine is all I want, To make my hope secure, In a bright future.   As the Son stands on his throne He is worshipped by a choir of angels, Filled with the heavenly glory that I long for, My hope is secure in Christ, My anchor is set on the Rock.  

My Mental Illness By Bernard Demaere   Everyone must still wonder, How it all happens, Mental illness, by and by, Slowly, Unexpectedly, It creeps in on you, It is a process, Of an unloved story, It feels weird (you know?) No one can help you, Because, They don’t really know, You are the expert, If you know your self, It is like drowning, Eternally, Losing your breath To regain it just in time, One minute or an hour, You are you And happy, The other, You are sad and irrational, But it is imprisoned in your thoughts, Nobody would recognize you, Or, Think you are the same person, Eyebrows would be raised, In amazement, If they only knew, What is troubling you, What is troubling me? Mental illness makes people wonder.  

  A Scene at Sunset By Bernard Demaere   The Sun, I couldn’t see, Was behind the mountains. The dark silhouettes were cutting. The sky was still blue like the sea. But over yonder were clouds of rain.   The shining Sun was confounding, Left a glance on clouds already pink. Floating high above, they overlooked, That scene and that’s all it took, And that was the miracle, just like a painting. This was the ending.