David Harris Poems

Dear Lord there is so many questions
that plague our mind each day.
We hear of wars fought constantly,
each side declare God is with them.
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Oh Lord our father
who watches over us each day,
extend a healing hand
over the sick and infirmed
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An angel with butterfly wings,
gossamer touch of beautiful things.
A satin sash and golden rings,
life is a wonderful thing.
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Every family has its secrets
hidden in the dark corners of the past,
the ones passed down
from generation to generation
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This year is a year of anniversaries,
and I remember where I was,
and what I was doing on each of them,
when the news came through.
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The shadows of sunshine cross my desk,
work like a prison surrounds me.
Whom do I turn to? To unlock the discord,
of the depressive uncertainty that surround me.
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Remember the days,
silent words and joyful smiles,
of shy glances and tender hands.
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Behind every poem that I write,
there is always a message there,
for either my wife or my dear friends.
They are always written,
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Sometimes we sit in a chair,
while across our face
falls a vacant stare.
Our mind searches our memories,
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Lament is a hollow song
we sing to ourselves
about misgivings in our past.
A song of our wayward life
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