Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

Revenge on your mind will eat you up
Because Hatred never bore sweetened fruit.
Blood spilled on the ground won't be enough,
To pull that rotted tree from its root.
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I've never known winter
Those chilly winds and bitter cold,
Days so freezing they hinder
The going out on slippery roads.
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Oh the green grass and the smell of rain
As it pours down the heated ground!
A sense of release of some earthly pain,
As a cooling comfort then surrounds.
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Their enemy will reign over them
The die is cast and it will happen.
Hardness of heart, their post mortem
This proud blind nation will not rise again
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His grace
Unchained sin's grip
Forgiveness flowing free
His Love and Mercy's miracle
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Could an such inadequate, ignoble vessel
Contain the wondrous depth and august meaning,
Of all her brokenness in sorrow tell
And capture thus her grief so overwhelming?
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Running, when no one is chasing,
Hiding, when no one is accusing,
Such is the torment of the mind
Where Sin and Guilt, one can find.
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We have this treasure in jars of clay
All because of His surpassing Mercy,
To show that the Power is His way
To manifest His purpose and His Glory.
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Though her child is autistic
Each cell of him, a human being
And it was really very tragic
That someone could be so hating
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In this era of gender equality
Some men of antiquated mind
Still regard with superiority
Women as objects they can find.
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