Brother Jonathan Gardner Poems

A voice is heard In Rama and abroad
Great weeping and wailing is heard.
For the actions of a few, have caused distress.
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The rivulet, though small and easily straddled
is vast and wide, a veritable raging and restless torrent
to the minutiae of creatures that live along its bank,
live in it or under it.
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The 'triumphant one' in a sea of sand,
founded by caliphs of old, and
once the prize of the 'emperor' from France.
Hanging Church and the Virgin's tree, to enhance?
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This place is so sweet, a certain delight,
With Golden Horn by a sea of blue.
Holy Wisdom here resides, once a light,
This capital city is inviting too!
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If you would but listen to the music of life,
your body would sway in time to the beat.

If you would but gaze at beauty,
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This is the time between times.
The time between past and future.
It is all we have.
In Him, God, it is all we need.
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When the bitter winds blow,
And the rain pours onto the soul of your life.
When you stumble and fall,
And when tears well up inside, but find no release.
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When it's over and the pieces on the board are put away,
I ask myself, 'Did I do good? '
'Did I live my life as I should? '
And do I look forward to more than just decay?
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It's mid-winter, cold, snowing and bleak.
Yet the three visitors, oddly, travel by night, and not by day.
When questioned, it's a special child they seek.
When quiet, all they seem to do is pray.
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'Come closer, come to me',
The man from Nazareth said.
'Come closer, come to me'.
As he performed miracles and people rose from the dead.
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