Denis Martindale Poems

God the Spirit beheld the void,
Unformed without a land...
With all the wisdom He employed,
Envisioned what He planned...
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An aspect of water
Is that it owns all, yet possesses nothing,
That it is service-bent, yet never spent...
It is the revered ancestor of all living things...
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Two gases gelled and fluid formed and flowed on planet Earth.
A billion droplets swiftly swarmed, the oceans to give birth.
The fish were scattered here and there and dolphins added, too.
Above them, rainbows would appear, to glorify the view.
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The choir sang, I saw her face,
Her teeth as white as pearls,
As she personified God's grace,
Adorned with pure blonde curls.
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The river seems uncrossable, the mountain seems too high,
The problem seems impossible, enough to make you sigh...
The challenge is too great a task, the waters are too deep,
The question is too vast to ask, enough to make you weep...
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The dream began... I stood alone
Inside a hotel room...
Outside the window, bombs were blown,
Atomic, I presume.
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If not for love, who would be kissed?
Romance itself would not exist.
A billion songs would not be penned
And poetry would have an end.
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Each time I look upon her face,
I still see something new...
Another wisdom to embrace,
Another point of view...
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Roving back through the wild centuries,
At both rust and ripeness time,
To land blood-wet, with martyrs fed,
A water melon still conceives
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