Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

Not by what we say but by what we do
Not by being silent can we prove what's true.
Not by passive stance can we make things right
Not by shades of gray is there black and white.
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Cooling comfort pours, touching Earth,
Refreshing the parched, thirsty soil.
Each drop is precious, of true worth
For some, a blessing for their toil.
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The green of grass seems more profound than me,
And the blueness of sky is excellently
Of more brilliant a topic than I can ever be.
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Beyond the thunderclouds and raging storms
Of this finite life there still forms
A symbol of Hope that we call a rainbow
That unseen bridge we cross from each sorrow.
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Sometimes, praise like moonbeams
Shower our writer's paths with rays
That touch our many reached-for dreams
And refresh our rather routine days.
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I've reached this age when I can read
Through words, a speaker's portrait.
For words reveal the truth and lead
To what appearances negate.
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Boxing is a sport we like to watch
A bout of strong men fighting like men.
It is exciting when it's a good match
Where the best man wins fair and even.
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Your innocent eyes have seen Evil,
From someone who should have loved you.
But he just beat your poor body at will,
So much pain you must have gone through!
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Belief,
A part of you.
Choices in life mark them.
Born from experiencing the Truth
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His Word
Is life for you,
The basis of your faith
And anchor of all that God says
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