John Grinols Poems

The sorrow of not having you around tomorrow,
Is a burden for me that is just too hard to bear!
You were the apple of my eye and the love of my life.
There are no words to explain how much I cared.
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In the darkest hour of the night,
Are seven stars that shine so bright.
Their light is beauty in the sky,
Surely, God's hand holds them high.
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From my eyes I see a land of peace,
For as far as my eyes can see!
Should you look into my eyes, to see what I have seen;
Then, you too, shall see this land of peace,
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When you received my rose and breathed its scent;
As a gift, what does that tell you?
When we looked into each other's soul, eye to eye and face to face;
Does it mean love is easy enough to believe in, when it's true?
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What is this faith that I do feel?
Can I assure through reason, it is real?
Through patience and belief, its meaning is clear;
For its strength is mightier than any spear.
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I am the writer of beautiful words and verse,
Chaining meanings together, in rhyme to converse!
What a gift, this talent of expressions, I've learned;
Altering minds with new thoughts; I, alone churn.
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What would it take, except for hope, if you were me,
To get on a boat and flee into the sea?
All of those people, who were to be left behind;
Run! Don't look back, to see what you'll find.
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A man stood before me, after I fell into a slumbered sleep,
His garments and hair were as white as a sheep;
As I looked around, to see what I could see;
People before Him; hundreds and thousands; on their knees!
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So many ways we pass from this world, to the next;
Many thoughts that entertain our minds!
How I have wondered, what the last thought,
A man has before he dies?
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In the most silent hour of the darkest night,
When the full Moon casts, its celestial beacon of light—
A silvery beam from my soul, through my eyes takes flight;
Oh how they swirl! Your name in cursive light.
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