Biography of Jude's Child
A true son of st. Jude
Jude's Child Poems
A love lost a soul bear Weary eyes can never sleep for want of better But today it would seem the end was bitter sweet For weary my eyes are not and sleep I can
My wings have left me forlorn My demons remain Stranded I have but a forked road Continue should I into oblivion?
A Sign Everyday
Am I not blessed by you oh Lord Everyday your mystery unfolds For I doubt to easily your promise I am weak to doubt your mighty sword
Friends Or Are They?
Far and few between True friends rarely seen It is said we are but a reflection Of the company we keep
Life, it seems more complicated Wandering through, lost sheep Foolish to think I know the way A mere mortal cannot foretell
A Delusional Moonlight
Vexed at the thought of clouds Transforming my view For a full moon would shine tonight If only it was with you.....
The Guitar Man
A purpose for everything on this earth And every being the same Mine might be clearer now It happens without knowing somehow
Two hours before dawn my eyes should wake Yet the events at night leave me weary And once bitten twice shy would not console me For denial tempts at every turn
A New Anew
Time passes effortlessly A breeze in the wind we notice not And before we comprehend its intricate nature The breeze dies down and we notice
The violin played lastnight in the Lord's house And all were in awe at the sound Mostly myself, for it was a sight to ponder How wonderful He truly is
Along my vast travels in this southern half Many a woman my path have crossed And though all unique and wonderful in a way Few would have me thinking all day
All around me the noise of my work So loud precautions are enforced But I walk in silence I hear nothing at all.....
A covenant with my eyes Ive made No longer searching my life down I laid I must hold fast and remain steady Or the temptations abound will engulf me
Old Habits Dying Today
A new age dawned today The old Jude's child now dead... I had known of the death for many days
To see the sun
I need two hours work first
To get things done
My voice is hoarse with thirst
These early hours with no word
Only me, and my thoughts of yesterday
Not a sound from a bird
Ants, noisy, crawling in the fray