Ph: Song: With You/You Here In My Life Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Song: With You/You Here In My Life
With you here in my life:
All enemies seem far away,
With you here in my life:
No longing have I now to roam,
With you here in my life:
The world seems like it's meant for play
With you here in my life:
Your aura's warmth is always home.
Chorus:
Oh where were you when world began,
And where suppose was I,
And where the bridge that crossed time's span
In twinkling of an eye.
From dust we're made, to dust in kind,
From star's hearts we were blown,
To share creator's heart and mind,
It's all we've ever known.
God knows this cannot stand:
Illusion hide your heart from me,
God knows this cannot stand:
Demonic agents Love erase,
God knows this cannot stand:
Our stars subvert astronomy,
God knows this cannot stand:
Without us there's not even space.
Chorus:
Oh where were you when world began,
And where suppose was I,
And where the bridge that crossed time's span
In twinkling of an eye.
From dust we're made, to dust in kind,
From star's hearts we were blown,
To share creator's heart and mind,
It's all we've ever known.
Sept.11,2014
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Poet's Note:
(1) ‘in kind' - An English idiom. Suppose you are selling eggs, and I am selling bananas. You give me 3 eggs and I give you 2 bananas in trade. No money changes hands but we both accept that the exchange is a fair one. The sale then is said to have been 'in kind', i.e., produce for produce.
God gives us the star dust to make our bodies and when our lives are over, we pay it back to him 'in kind.'
Written in honor (in memory) of my adopted Grand-Daughter Neethu Panicker who left PoemHunter on Sept 10,2014 for private reasons but whose personality and blossoming poetic voice will be sorely missed by all who knew her. Vaya con Dios Neethu.
From dust we're made, to dust in kind, From star's hearts we were blown, To share creator's heart and mind, It's all we've ever known. The poet is not merely a poet, a thinker having a loving heart and attractive power of expression.
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4/26/2024 9:40:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Why you have written 'in memory of' Neethu...... has anything serious happened to her?