Poetry of James F. Hill - Page Eleven
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Almost Worn Tattered leaves of life___ Still ageless Through eternity Wrapped in the leather That breathes__ Page upon page The history of Christianity Chosen by his own As a guide Through the Garden To Golgotha Past the Gospels And finally Revelation Where transport Of the Living Experience Rapture Beyond Our wildest Hopes.
Jfrancis 10.31.2011
(a Statement of Faith)
HolyGround Is HolyLand___ Even to the dust On the feet Of G-d’s people. Let the world Turn its face from Him And rage in fury As He brings time To an end And eternity To a beginning___ The battle is His And His people.
Jfrancis 11.9.2011
Hating Jews___, A way of life for many. Reason seldom knows why Beyond usury. Israel’s enduring legacy And marriage___ Wrapped in poetic expression Gives Jewish life and family Success beyond mere chance And most of humanity Live and die In ignorance born Of a G-dless nature.
Jfrancis 11.21.2011
I Love You
In truth___ Words hold magic Far beyond The heart’s understanding. Power To move blood Through the body At breakneck speed While trembling In wonderment, Not believing The breadth of feelings For one person Who holds your heart In their hands, Is both beautiful And G-d given___. Who can explain Why Love Comes and goes.
Jfrancis
Real Love Shows itself Far above The value of diamonds And gold___ When these Turn to dust And memories of them No longer fire the imagination, Love will last___ Past the edges Of His universe Which expands forever, Beyond frail feelings Of man’s understanding And the human heart. True Love Will die with G-d Somewhere beyond the stars.
Jfrancis 11.30.2011
The evil within Is not the heart___ But the soul Where the Spirit of G-d Does not inhabit.
Jfrancis 1.29.2012
Mortal and lost And hopeful of mercy To the saving Of their soul As many today Who wander About its cobbled streets Seeking a G-d Who has forever Sought them.
Jfrancis 2.14.2012
Refers Not to life and death On a human scale But to a view Of life From your living room When winter Is almost gone And one’s patience Is way past gone, Almost dead.
Jfrancis
2.26.2012
Peace comes With breathlessness For the years coming___ When nights were long And suns rise slowly And death punctuates both. Now No peace is still Not for sale. Interested parties . . . . Negotiations open Contact realtor Divine Properties Jerusalem.
Jfrancis 3.3.2012
(trusting the u.s.a.) The blood that binds Jew and American Flows unabridged From heartland To Jerusalem Over the broken road Of American politics. Our strength Is in G-d___, Friends come and go, Their footsteps guided By One Greater than they.
Jfrancis 3.8.2012
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