Poetry Lovers by B.Demaere

  He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see what he has done and be amazed. They will put their trust in the Lord. (Psalm 40:3) NLT   A New Song By Bernard Demaere\   He put a new song in my heart. A song that gives light. A song that takes away dark. And it makes Eternity so bright.   He puts a new song in my heart. It causes the blind to find sight. And trust something else in the night. It causes them to break their cane apart.   And that’s a song of praise, By that the dead will raise. The ignorant will know God. And feel the comfort of his rod.

  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.

  The Prayer Garden By Bernard Demaere   Like a flower, Is each prayer! He takes them one by one, In His Garden.   He cares for them, He sprinkles, One at a time, every day, ‘Till fully grown.   Some are picked now, Some will be for later, But one glorious day, I know, I will see my gardener.   And those flowers, the same, He will have gathered, Then fragrance and beauty, Will send a perfume unto, Eternity.      

  Thanks to the United Trinity By Bernard Demaere   Come now, O’ Lord! Come! O’ Sweet Savior! On my knees, I bow, Praises be to Jesus, To our Father who loved us, Holy Spirit, fill us now!   Thank you! O’ Son of God, For dying on the Cross, There was only one Way, And you chose it that day! To give yourself as a sacrifice, So many have denied.   Thank you, Heavenly Father! And praises to your Glory forever, Blessed are you, on your Throne, reigning, Flow from it, Rivers to the Living, Holiness, white is your garment, Righteousness, true is your judgment.   Holy Spirit, soft Wind, Blow in our hearts, Bring messages with blessings, To sinners in this last hour, So they meet their Savior, And, eternally their Father adore.

  One Step By Bernard Demaere   Looking at His face, In my Father’s eyes, Presently, He is holding my hand…   I did it! I did it!!! Another step, In the heavenly snow! For some it is… A minute tiny, Advancement… But for me, It is A major Accomplishment. One step… In The Right direction. One step… And I can see The smile On His face. One step… And He can see The excitement Back in mine.

  A Cowboy in the City By Bernard Demaere   A cowboy came in the city. It was one of those southern hot days. People saw him and were afraid and dismayed. It was long time ago in Texas City.   His heavy boots kept in the dirt. His large foot prints pressed down. His look was one that hurt. His eyes were beautifully brown.   Everybody thought he was very cool, But in a while that giant would be gone. Yes, that man was cool, even his heart was cool! Look at his footprints! How the wind away had  blown. Note: Hopefully I will be posting poetry on  Mondays, Wednesday and Saturdays.  I hope you  are doing great and enjoy this.

A Fly A fly, Coming through the open window, Uninvited, winged monster, Darkly clothed, And landing on my paper. Its legs, thin and crossed, Become linked And, inked, To the page. As I write a story About elements, Seemingly, Unnecessary, In all creation, Like the fly, And the mosquito, Touching, The dead, And the living, And leaving, In the end, A bloody mess, Of scraps and bones. By Bernard Demaere

                                         Miracle on the Table                   (January 29,2020) Bernard Demaere   There I was on the operation table, Between life and death, unable, The surgeon who replaced my hip, Found that mine was super big.   Yes, the X-ray had roughly measured 70 mm But he found that accurately my socket was 72 mm, His words, the biggest he found in North America, Which has its largest usually at 40 mm.   The surgeon had to come up with a solution, Pretty quick. So, he used six crews, not four, to make it bigger.   The socket was now in place, I had lost 20% of my blood that day.   But God!   But God had a better plan as people were, Praying and their prayers were ...

                   A Good Friend   A good friend is patient, He can wait a moment. He listens and waits for his turn He does not rush into things or friendships.   He is kind and not harsh, He is sensitive to your needs. He is kind, but not blind, He will let you know gently.   He does not want what you have, He wants your best. If you have done your best, He is happy for you.   He does not think he is so special, And that he is better than yourself. He can let you win and not be hurt, He wants to serve you, you are the best.   A good friend is always courteous, He is a true gentle man. His words are full of wisdom,   And his actions shows it.     He is not always preoccupied, With his own interests and likes. He does not try to manipulate you, In doing what he wants to do.   It is not easy for him to become angry, He would rather talk about it right away. If you have done something wrong to h...